Always Wrong - Xyla Turner Page 0,44

screams of my mother and Sheryl.

Always wrong.

It was based on something that was wrong in the past. That shit blew my mind. It took me at least two weeks to process. This was very unnatural for me and unlike me, but as I begin to unpack that trauma, I started to understand. Things became clearer as I was able to identify my issue and find a solution. There was one thing that kept me up, though…and that was Sheryl. I wanted to stop the cycle, and I would do that for her.

I could not reconcile my need to help versus the need to want someone like her. She was everything that I wanted: a thoughtful, sexy, sometimes submissive, smart, intelligent woman that knew what she wanted and went to get it. Even if that was a baby.

Our very first time together made me laugh because this woman would be so much more than a fight. She continued to do so, and there was always a reverence and respect that I will always have for her. But I’d decided that I wanted her in my life with or without a baby. Now the question was, would she have me without the baby?

I called Noah. I spoke to Maxine, who was hesitant but got on the phone and asked, “How can I help you, Jacquez? I’m not telling you where Sheryl is. So don’t ask me anymore.”

“I know, I know,” I chuckled because the woman was tight-lipped. “I have another question.”

“Okay, but please know that my friend’s trust and privacy comes before my husband’s friend,” she warned.

I had no choice but to respect it. Hell, I even admired it.

With a big humble sigh, I asked, “Would she see me? I just want to talk to her.”

There was a long pause but then Maxine finally said, “She might. She just might.”

That gave me a sliver of hope, and that was all I needed to hire my next person to hunt my lady down. A might or a maybe would work. That shit I could handle.

Maxine made it very clear that she would not tell me where her friend was, so that left me no choice but to employ a private investigator. Once I went that route, it was easy to find her. The woman had a beach house near in Virginia. A part of me wanted her to get the much-deserved rest that she needed and demanded. Another part of me raged because I didn’t think I’d be able to rest until I was able to get to her. There was definitely something missing from my life and that was Sheryl South. Noah said I was a bear to be around. Even my mother said I needed to go and find her, but it wasn’t time then. That had changed.

The community where she was staying had signage that read private and was in a gated community. After explaining that I was here to meet a realtor and driving my Maybach, I guess he figured I wouldn’t hurt anyone and let me inside.

When we used to talk, Sheryl would always watch the sunset on her balcony. Therefore, I knew she was either inside or on the beach outside of her home, so I decided to stroll and try my luck. It was late in the day, so the tide was low, but the sun closing its eyes for the evening was the most amazing thing to see, especially watching it with Sheryl South. It was almost the same face she had when she came. There was a wonder in her eyes, but a satisfaction that was almost impossible to recreate. Except, the sun rose and went down every day, and as many times as she would let me touch that delectable body of hers, is how many times she could expect to cum. Every time.

“Jacquez Costa.” She called my name as I stood next to her burnt orange umbrella, looking at the sleepy sun.

“Sheryl South,” I replied, but kept my eyes on the slow sunset.

“To what do I owe this pleasure and how did you find me?” she asked, but I kept my head forward.

“It was not your friend, Maxine, that’s for bloody sure.” I chuckled. “I had to use other resources. Go on, enjoy your sunset, love. I’ll wait.”

With that, I sat down in the sand, and the two of us watched in silence for the next twenty minutes as the sun slowly lowered itself under the ocean’s water. When it was done,