pure, brown skin bride | Suds 3

pure, Suds 3 | Episode 18

{Last time on Suds, Sylus found Shantel having dinner with 'the Target' and almost blew his cover to warn her. But she might already be in too deep because her rock hard will power crumbled to the lips of man she hated to love. Should she forgive him? Would she? We all know Sylus' track record and there ain't nothing pretty about it.

Let's watch the bubbles burst. Ready, Set... Suds!!}

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SHANTEL rolled her eyes and answered his call.
"I'm on my way home now."

"Call your security people," Terrance insisted. "Tell them to let me into your condo. It's been hours and Lique still ain't picking up her phone."

"No." Shantel gasped. "You'll just have to wait until she's ready to take your call. Like a normal person."

"Tel, you don't understand what's going on."

"And I don't care," she said, climbing into the waiting car. "I'm hanging up." She ended the call, took a deep breath, and confirmed her address with the driver.

Shantel rubbed small circles in her temple as she dialed Lique. The call went straight to voice mail. "Her phone must be dead," she reasoned. "I'm sure she's fine."

She closed her eyes and the lingering taste of his lips made her look back.

Sylus stood outside the restaurant, watching her car leave. Their gazes met. A somber swirl of regret lined his once happy eyes, prompting the words of a weak woman to form on her tongue.

She swallowed them, refusing to fall for the lies his eyes told again. Shantel rolled her lips together and faced forward, yanking her heart out of the mesmerizing trance. She'd rather die than live in his confusion.

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LIQUE squeezed the pillow, burying her face as laughter bubbled from her soul. She rolled onto her back, grinning at the vaulted ceiling.

"Why do you love me?" she asked.

Then she hopped out of bed and disappeared inside her prayer closet.

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TERRANCE leaned on the doorbell, ringing nonstop.

Jeanette opened the door. "Sweet T," she beamed. "Why didn't you use your key? Oh, that's right," she said, untying her silk robe. "I still have it."

Jeanette fished a key from deep inside her cleavage, twirling it between her fingers. Then she hid the key between her bosom, hugged inside a lace bralette. "Come and get it."

Terrance shook his head, standing firm in the doorway. "What did you send to Lique?"

"Muffin, you know it's rude to talk in the hallway." She walked toward the kitchen of their condo and called over her shoulder. "Close the door behind you."

"I'm not coming in," he yelled from the hallway. "Just tell me what you did."

The blender churned grinding over his words.

"Jeanette," he yelled.

A neighbor opened her door and an elderly lady poked her head out. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. We're good," he said.

Jeanette stopped blending and called from the kitchen. "Sweet T, I can't hear you. Come inside."

Terrance offered the neighbor a weak smile and stepped into the condo, leaving the door slightly ajar.

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