Burn in the Hell You Created! E-Book

Jatana Williams

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

An advertising executive finds herself in a burning love affair with the wrong man. Little did she know her decision would cost her, her life.

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It's Getting Hot in Here

Burn In the Hell You Created! By: Jatana Williams The smell of burning flesh is all around me. Smoke fills the air. I feel as if I am melting. HELP, HELP ME PLEASE! No one is coming to my aid. She told me I’d burn in the hell I’ve created. I never thought she meant it literally. Chapter ONE     It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes… sings my alarm clock as I roll over and hit the snooze button.      It’s 5 am in the morning, if I don’t get up and get moving; I’ll regret it. I need to get on the road to work before the sun starts to shine. If I don’t leave by 6am, I will be stuck in 110° traffic. Moving to Arizona from California for this six-figure job seemed like a good idea two months ago. It’s the beginning of July and I’m starting to question my judgment. There’s nothing better than the paradise of a nice breeze and an after work Margarita by the beach. I’m twenty-seven years old with a body built by the Gods themselves and a personality scorching as the desert heat. The beach side is the perfect place for me on any summer night. I never had a problem making friends. I would buy the first drink and then the rest was on all the handsome and not so handsome men waiting for the opportunity to be with me. I soaked it up as much as I did the summer sun, but I always went home alone.      It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. My alarm clock again. “OK!” I hit the off button, “I’m getting up!”      I need a different type of alarm clock. You know the kind; the one made out of a fine man, with a big smile on his face, poking a hard one in my backside. A man is the best alarm clock a woman can have. I use to have what I thought was the best alarm clock in the world. His name was Robert. We broke up three years ago and I’ve been living the single life ever since. Robert broke my heart by cheating on me. I felt better knowing it was with a man and not a woman. When a man cheats on a woman, she always thinks about what made the other woman better for the man to pick someone over her. Is she prettier than me? Does she give better head than me? The questions never end. But finding your man cheating with another man, huh, what woman can compete with that? A woman can go on with her self-esteem still in tact when that happens. She is able to move forward a little bit better. Well, at least I’ve been able to.      During my relationship with Robert I was smart. I always used a condom, but soon as I found out about his ball bumping, I ran and got an AIDS test right away. The test was negative; thank the Lord above! The Lord is the only man that has never let me down. My mother always reminds me about that every time we talk. She reminds me of how the Lord takes care of us; so don’t take Him for granted.      Regardless, he cheated and it hurt. I remember how I expressed how hurt I was. One evening, while he was inside choir rehearsal, I super glued pictures of gay porn all over his Audi. When he walked out of the church screaming like the bitch he is, I was sitting in my car across the street eating my favorite ice cream sandwiches. I watched as he ran around the car trying to pull the pictures off. I wanted to make sure everyone in town knew he was gay. If I could help it at all, he wasn’t going to lie to another female.      After the nasty breakup, my career really took off as an advertisement executive. I poured myself into my work. All of my sexual energy went into creating some of the best product campaigns I’ve created in years. Owners of the advertising firm gave me a chance to show off my stuff by handing me one of their top accounts to manage. It was a beverage company that was losing revenue because of a new soft drink they added to the market. They poured tons of money into the marketing campaign with no return on investment. They were looking for some fresh new ideas to market the product. I have to say when I tasted the soft drink; I found it to be nasty. Zero calories, zero sugar and trust me when I say, zero taste! But no matter what the case, my firm was hired to make people believe shit tasted like sugar. If I learned nothing else while working in this industry, I learned that if you tell women between the ages of 18-24 something is hot and they believe you, you’re a rich son of a bitch!      I came up with the Sultry Summer Drink campaign. I spent a lot of my summer nights going to cocktail parities, happy hours and social gatherings to set up marketing events. Selling women on the fact they wouldn’t gain weight while consuming the drinks and they’d look sexy while drinking them. Sales increased, my paycheck increased and so did my opportunities with the firm. So here I am, in hot Arizona, VP of Creative Marketing for S&S Advertising…      It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. I thought I hit the off button but I didn’t, I hit the snooze!      Stretching and yawning I look around the room. It’s at this moment I realize, I need to bring some color into this room. An all white decor seemed good when I saw the display at the store, but it’s a different look when you bring it home. I roll out of bed, stumble into the bathroom and get in the shower. I turn the water on and allow the cold water to hit my face to help wake me up. Since I've been having sexless nights, it takes me a bit longer to get to sleep and to wake up. When I was with Robert, he would put me right to sleep. And wake me up in the morning.      The water is warm now; I allow it to run over my dark brown hair. Ahh… this water feels so good. I squeeze my shampoo tube and work up a good lather to wash my hair. Rubbing my scalp feels so good. It’s feeling too damn good. Shampooing hair shouldn’t feel this good to anyone. I’ve been working too much. I have to do something about this dry spell I’ve been on since living here. I haven’t been on one single date. It’s time to turn up the heat in Arizona!      Stepping out of the shower instead of doing my usual coco butter lotion, I decide to use my honey and lavender scent body oil. It gives my skin a nice shine and I smell like a fruit basket afterwards. I have to say, I smell good enough to eat. Instead of my usual two-piece suit, I decide to put on my black satin wrap dress. It accentuates my small waistline and juicy round ass. I slide my French pedicure feet into a nice pair of 3’ inch heels, pull my curly shoulder length hair into a ponytail and gloss my lips to perfection. I’ve never needed makeup. My skin has been flawless since childhood. I can thank my mother’s side of the family for those beautiful genes. I stand in the mirror to take a glance before heading out of the door. Gorgeous!

A Dog in Heat

Chapter TWO

I take a deep breath before opening my front door, early Arizona mornings is like opening the oven at 450°. Whoosh! The hot air hits me smack in the face. If it already feels this hot at 6am, what the hell will 10am feel like? Oh yeah, it’s going to feel like HELL! 

In an attempt to make a breeze I wave my hands in front of my flushed face. I knew that wasn’t going to work; don’t know why I even tried it. I quickly lock the front door behind me and run for my car in the driveway. If only a light rain would fall to ease the fire coming from underneath my feet, the concrete is burning like hot coals. I didn’t see much rain in California but at least there was water close by to wade my feet in while leaning back reading a good book. There’s nothing better in the summertime than to sit back, take in the sun and read a good book. Oh wait a minute there is something better. Sitting back with your feet in the water, reading a good book, while sipping on a Margarita! 

Although I’m in a good flashback of the beaches and pools at home, the blazing heat brings me back to reality. The door handle is so hot I have to use the bottom corner of my dress to touch it. After having scorched my fingertips from trying to open the door; I sit down on the seat of the car and the leather burns the back of my thighs. 

“Ouch!”

I jump right back out of the car. I forgot to put the car window shades up when I got home from shopping yesterday. That’s a no, no in this summer sun. I rummage through the trunk of my car to find something to throw on the seat so I can sit down. An old gym towel! That will work. I take a seat, ‘ah that is a little better’. I turn on the air conditioner and direct the vents to blow in my face. Some help this is. I feel like steam from a teapot is blowing in my face. Thinking about my nice corner office with a state of the art air condition system being a forty-minute drive away, I realize there’s no immediate relief insight. Forty minutes really isn’t long when you talk to a Los Angeles commuter, but when living in this heat, it seems far away like the distance between a newborn baby and retirement. After five minutes, my car air condition kicks in on cold and I’m finally on my way. 

As I approach the freeway, I see that my few minutes of delay has caused me to be stuck in 110° traffic. To pass the time I put in my mix jazz CD, put my Bluetooth headpiece in my ear and give my mother in California a call. The phone rings and rings; her answering machine doesn’t even pick up. That makes me worry. She’s always up with the chickens. Right before I hang up she picks up the phone. 

“Hey sweetie.” My mother sounds sleepy. 

“Ma, are you still in the bed?”

“I was watching the news and feeling sad about how things are going in this world,” she sighs, “The Lord is coming soon. We need to get ready.” 

This is my sign to get off the phone. I don’t feel like hearing a sermon today. I want some good gossip time and my mother loves to gossip. I haven’t heard her voice in a while so I try to change the subject instead of getting off the phone. 

“Ma, what's been going on with Uncle Luke?”

Her voice perks up, “Girl, that man started drinking again and lost his entire paycheck at the casino playing blackjack!”

“Wow, why do you think he did that?”

My mother is laughing hard, “Because he’s a drunk and he stopped going to church. You know drunks need to stay close to the Lord. They can’t make it without him. And neither can you!” 

“I guess, I have lots on my mind with this new position," I sound irritated. “Plus this place is so hot! I feel like I’m burning up in hell already.”

Her voice gets serious, “I know honey but you can’t let that position keep you from doing right. The Lord is coming soon, you better start going back to church baby.”

“I know ma, soon as I find a good one to go to here,” I try to reassure her, “I’ve talked to a few people and they’ve given me some good recommendations,” I make noises in the background, “I have to go, my other line is ringing. I love you.” 

“I love you too. The Lord is always there for you honey remember that!” She hangs up. 

She knew I was lying but I wanted to get off the phone. I feel guilty as is about not going to church. I don’t need her to help me out with making me feel worse about it. Still sitting in the bumper-to-bumper traffic I think of who to get my gossip fix from to pass the time. Oh yeah, my cousin in Texas never lets me down. 

“Hello,” Janice sounds like I woke her up, “who the hell is this?”

“Janice… It’s me, Sandra!” I try to be enthusiastic. 

She’s angry. “I don’t care if it’s President Obama, don’t be calling here before 10 am during the kids’ summer break.” 

“Why?”

“Because,” Janice clears her throat, “the longer they sleep the less time I have to deal with them. Girl…I hate summer breaks!”

I can’t help but to laugh. Janice was the one who was going to live the single life. I was supposed to be the one with kids driving a mini-van. Janice was going to be a top model and travel the world. I was supposed to be the one being a team mom, driving carpool. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh but you’re the one who got married and had a tribe,” I laugh some more, “so don’t be pissed with me about it."

Janice realizes her attitude, “Hey cuz, sorry. I’m a little cranky from being up all night with Sidney, she had a stomach ache from eating to many homemade cookies.”