Me, My Curves, and I {Interracial Romance} #Wattys2017

The First Heartbreak

Jaelyn's POV 

"You're Cynthia and Bobbi's sister?" I turn around to see Randall scratching his head and furrowing his eyebrows. How did Bobbi put up with her Cinderella stepsisters of the present before her tragic demise? "What are you guys doing here? I query and fold my arms across my chest. "We didn't want to miss my stepson Danny's big proposal day, now don't we?" Cynthia displays her honeyed smile that looks so false because I know she wouldn't appreciate Danny asking me to marry him.

"We came here to tell you that you're not going to become Mrs. Danny Walker because three years ago, I slept with Danny and his member feels so good when he pounded me." Bobbi claims and smiles wickedly. I purse my lips firmly and I begin to chuckle, getting to attack these bitches by wailing on them with my fists. However, before I can even give them an ass beating; a couple of people refrain me by pushing me away from the evil sisters.

"What?! I didn't sleep with you and I don't even know you're Cynthia and Bobbi's sister!" Danny reproaches. "Yeah! He even showed me a booklet of all the girls he had sex with before we become an item and I don't see either of your names on the list." I roll my neck and roll my eyes. The booklet is true because on the month that we went to our Valentine's Day vacation with our friends and family and admitted that he used to sleep with various women; he showed me a booklet of all the women's names he had sex with and Cynthia and An-Hell-ica aren't even on his list.

I glare at the sisters. "That's a nice example of bullshit when you tried to claim that you slept with my man before he and I got together."

"That's when you're wrong, Rodriguez. Because while you and your family are singing about Jesus is coming choruses and going on trips together as well as going to work, Danny and I have been involved ever since he began working for the publishing house." Cynthia says.

"And how would you know that?" I query and fold my arms across my chest and tilt my head. "Because I'm his secretary at his job and Angelica told me that she's expecting Danny's child." Cynthia states. My eyes avert from her to Danny with my eyes widening at him. "Is that true, Danny?" I softly inquiry while I'm on the verge of tears. I give him a blank look on my face and witness the body language on his face when he begins to open his mouth. As he's about to say something, SMACK! Danny yells and rubs his cheek with his hand in circles while he winces, too. He I twist the ring Danny proposes to me with off my finger and hold it between my fingertips. I face the evil sisters of Bobbi and grit my teeth. "Fuck you, Cynthia, for being a racist and an agnostic for trying to flirt with Danny when you're married to his father. Fuck you, Angelica," I point my finger at Angelica. "For getting me fired when I actually found a picture of you lip-locking with Mr. DiMicco at a motel room." I watch her reaction go from a leer to her face becoming pale as if she seen the ghost. I sniffle and my eyes brazen with anger and sadness. "And fuck you, Danny, for not telling me that Angelica is your secretary at work and for not keeping your Johnson in your pants." I sob and throw the ring at his chest.

"Jaelyn, I didn't sleep with her. She's the one who's lying, not me! Please, il mio amore. Hear me out—" Danny speaks, but I cut him off. "SHUT UP, DANNY! AND STOP TRYING TO CHARM ME WITH YOUR ITALIAN! Do you usually captivate women into your bed with you speaking Italian?" I doubt and a spill of liquid falls from my eyes to my face.

"No, I don't. You're actually the first woman I speak Italian to, Jaelyn." I watch his eyes flooded with tears and his bottom lip quivers before I notice a single stream of a clear and salty tear escapes from his eye. I slowly shake my head at him and begin to walk until I hear my name being called by some of my friends and family members, including Danny and my Aunt Vivian. "W-w-wait, Jaelyn! You wait just a minute!" Aunt Vivian exclaims and I turn around to face her. I wipe the tears off my cheeks and the side of my nose with my hand.

"What, Aunt Viv?! Can't you see that I'm fucking heartbroken?!" I yell and rub my nose to get rid of the runny nose. "Jaelyn, do you want me to schedule an appointment for you and Danny after work?" Aunt Vivian suggests and my Mom, Trisha, Vera, Camille, and Cousin Michelle walk towards me and the three of them welcome me in a circle of a hug. Pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, I breathe in through my nose and let it out with a shaky, trembling voice. "Okay, but I do need space to think about Danny and I's future." I reply. Aunt Vivian takes out a notepad and a pen out of her purse and writes something on the paper. Then, she rips the paper off the notepad and hands it to me. My eyes roam at the date and place, which will be on March 19th and will take place at my Aunt Vivian and Uncle Bernie's condo in Manhattan, New York. I glance from the paper and then, at my Aunt Vivian. This is some crazy shit that I'm going through in one night. I look up at the sky and shut my eyes before I begin to pray. "Dear Lord Jesus, please tell me that Danny is telling the truth, so we can move forward to our relationship and get married someday. Also, please give me courage to fight these skinny tramp sisters in Jesus' name I pray. Amen." I address.

Danny's POV

I can't believe my bitch of a stepmother and the woman, who is my secretary at my job make my baby run off away from me, including when she slapped me across the face and threw her engagement ring at me. I don't blame Jaelyn for slapping me across the face for not telling her that her former co-worker is my secretary at work, but I didn't have sex with her! "And you, Kendra. You need to stay away from my ex-husband and my stepson because he doesn't prefer single chubby black women who are single mothers since black single mothers would be on the Maury Show and end up being on welfare." Cynthia titters.

"You know what? I'm done with you, Randall! You're not gonna see me and my daughter Violet and enjoy going to bed with multiple women!" Kendra argues and holds Violet's hand. I snap my head at my father. "Dad, can you please do something about your wife—" The question to my Dad gets cut off by Cynthia commanding to my father, "No, don't you dare speak, Stanley," before a loud slam of the car and I turn my head at the sandy brown Toyota van that is now beginning to start its engine. Kendra and Violet gets in the car and the car window reveals my queen with tears that are still streaming down her face. She shakes her head and rolls the window back up. Shaking my head, I begin to feel this tear in my heart break apart as more tears spill on my face. "No! No, Jaelyn!" I yell and run down the steps, so I can catch up to them. "Jaelyn, get out of the car right now!" My voice cracks.

"Please, get out of the car, Jaelyn!" I sob and the car speeds off. I try to catch up to the car, but my brother Randall, Miguel, and Jackson holds me back. I hang my head and my hands fly to cover my eyes while my body collapses on the ground. All I can think about is the beginning when Jaelyn accidentally pushed the bathroom door and spilled coffee on me to an engagement gone wrong because of my father. God helps me to stand back with His strength and I stomp up the stairs, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket, and sniffle. After I'm finished sniffling through my nose, the first person I see is my father. "You uncontrollable son of a bitch!" I scream while I leap towards my Dad, but a couple of people hold me back from him.

"Danny! Our Dad has nothing to do with your problems." Randall says. I snap my head at Randall. "Yes, he does! If he didn't bring Cynthia and Angelica here in the first place, it would've been fine! Then I snap my head at Dad. "You always don't do shit ever since you married Cynthia without telling the rest of us! You don't defend us and I'm sick of it! We're all sick of it, Dad! And now, Jaelyn wants nothing to do with me because of you! You can't even control your wife and before Cynthia, you used to take control of our family! And now, you can't take control of our family because she controls you!" I growl and throw daggers at my Dad with my eyes while my breathing is uncontrollably ragged as I try to suck in breaths in between my sob.

"Get your hands off of me!" I shout and break the hold of Randall and Jackson's hands on my arms. "I'm going out for a drink!" I turn my back and as I stomp downstairs of the Lincoln Center, I may hear people shouting my name just to get attention, but I ignore them and get in my car.