The Bride Experiment

  The Bride Experiment:

  What Happens When Single Women Get Fed Up?

  Mimi Jefferson

  www.urbanchristianonline.com

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Reader’s Group Guide Questions

  About the Author

  UC HIS GLORY BOOK CLUB!

  WHAT WE BELIEVE:

  Copyright Page

  Mr. Lee

  The Big Relentless

  Ladybug

  ~For exemplifying sacrificial love~

  Acknowledgments

  I had the pleasure of meeting so many wonderful people with my first novel, The Single Sister Experiment: What Happens When Single Women Stop Having Sex? We had some unforgettable discussions. Thank you all for encouraging me to write this new novel.

  I am very thankful to everybody who e-mailed me. It brought joy to my heart that you would take the time to connect with me. Each time I turned on my computer, I could hear all of you rooting for me: “Go, Mimi! Go, Mimi!”

  Congratulations to all of you who have decided to join the “Experiment.” What a fabulous journey it will be! I am praying with you. Go, ladies! Go, ladies!

  Thanks to the members of The Single Sister Experiment Yahoo Online Group for inspiring me to continue despite the obstacles.

  My family and friends have been a constant source of strength in more ways than I can count. Thank you!

  Mom, I couldn’t do this without you. You are my second biggest supporter.

  Reda, our work together was truly a divine connection. Thanks for answering all of my questions.

  Clifford and Ollie, our Monday evening dinners were delicious. You two take such good care of us!

  Dr. Dryden, every woman needs to know a woman like you.

  Nicole, the terrible twos have nothing on you. Thanks for blowing bubbles, baking pizza, and watching way too much Caillou.

  Thanks, Pastor Jones and Pastor Lovelady, for laying the foundation.

  Thank you, Mrs. Jossel-Ross and Mr. Weber, for allowing me the opportunity to share what God has given me.

  Love is an action. My husband proves that to me every day. I am eternally grateful.

  I pray this novel was written to the glory of God. I can do nothing without Him.

  Chapter 1

  James could taste the sweat as it trickled past his eyebrows and down his lips. He pulled the string to open the wooden blinds, looked around outside, then closed the blinds in less than two seconds. The street was empty just as he had hoped. Once again, his timing was perfect.

  He had his neighbors’ schedules memorized. Mrs. Edison and the twins left for their walk at approximately seven forty-five each morning and returned fifteen minutes later. The retired couple across the street tilled their garden each day, rain or shine, starting at seven and finishing forty-five minutes later. By seven-fifty, the school buses and car pools all arrived and departed. To be sure to avoid all of them, he needed to pull his Tahoe into the garage at eight-ten sharp, each morning.

  The tension in his body eased a bit as he took a long gulp of his fourth cup of coffee in less than two hours. He needed to relax; he had made it through another morning. James had not seen anyone, and it appeared as if no one had seen him.

  His hideout was a convenience store with a restaurant attached to it. He waited there each day until he was sure Raquel and the kids had left and his neighbors had dispersed for the morning.

  He practiced his speech again. “Baby, I don’t want you to worry, but I kinda lost my job.” He tried to prepare himself for Raquel’s objections. “Of course, I know it is less than a month before our wedding. Yes, I know we just purchased our dream home. Yes, I did say I was finally going to do right by you and our kids.”

  James had been having imaginary conversations, sneaking into his own house, and consuming obscene amounts of coffee for the last week. He didn’t like the way the words were leaving his mouth today. Instead of coming out soft, like satin, they seemed explosive, like bullets. He was growing more terrified that he would make things worse by rambling incoherently. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt the need to write a letter. But he suddenly recalled hearing on a talk show that writing was the best way to deliver bad news. This way, he could take his time and word things carefully.

  James’s hands trembled as he wrote,

  Dear Raquel, You know I love you and the kids with all my heart. But my love has caused me to keep something from you. I am very sorry. It has been so hard to keep up this lie.

  James slammed his cup on the counter. He wanted nothing more than to be able to concentrate on Raquel and write this letter. But then a silhouette of another woman appeared in his mind, interrupting his thoughts. He tried to stop thinking about Joan Dallas, but the closer he drew to his wedding, the more he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right decision choosing Raquel over her. It hurt him to do it, but he finally stopped dating Joan, the perpetual other woman in his life, and mother to one of his children. He wanted to prove to Raquel that he was finally serious about being a responsible father and husband.

  James’s mother once told him he needed to pick one woman and settle down, because as much as he would like it, he was never going to be able to create a “Joquel.” Raquel was beautiful. Joan was ordinary-looking. Raquel graduated from beauty school. When James met Joan, she was managing several professional offices. Joan also held a college degree. Raquel was loud and could be embarrassing, but she was also spontaneous, with a fiery streak that ignited passion in James. Joan was more reserved, well spoken, and fit in perfectly when James needed a date for an upscale function.

  In regard to physique, Raquel couldn’t compete with Joan. The bad thing was, she didn’t seem to realize it. James asked Raquel repeatedly to wear clothes that complemented her plus-sized frame. Raquel just ignored him, continuing to dress as if she still had the body she had in high school. On the other hand, Joan had the body Raquel had in high school, which is why he couldn’t stop meditating on her curvaceous silhouette in his head.

  What brought Raquel to the finish line was the fact that she had been fully committed to James; no man had ever touched her, but him. James certainly couldn’t say that about Joan. James smiled. Raquel was pure, lovely, and faithful. That’s why she won him over. He started to work on his apology letter again, with a new enthusiasm.

  Days ago, all James could think about was how he was going to surprise Raquel. He had planned and paid for an over-the-top honeymoon orchestrated to leave her speechless. Instead of shopping for their beach attire, he ne
eded to figure out how he was going to tell Raquel the truth without losing her forever.

  James told everybody he was finished with his lying, manipulative, and womanizing ways. He was finally going to be the man his family needed. At their engagement party, he tore his little black book to pieces to the delight of all 200 of their guests.

  The poster-sized high-school picture of Raquel on the wall in their den caught James’s attention. It was his favorite photo of her. It wasn’t the type of photo a person hung up and never noticed again. He took a good long look at it every time he had the chance.

  He meditated on her honey brown skin, slightly slanted eyes, and thick wavy hair. She had her majorette leotard on, with those legendary white high-heeled boots. Her figure was svelte back then, 140 pounds of hourglass perfection. James walked into Mrs. Hunter’s eleventh-grade history class and knew he had to have Raquel. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

  Raquel could have married anybody, but she chose the guy who did not know how to appreciate her; the guy who cheated on her consistently for over a decade; the guy who made her feel inferior, because after having his two children, she no longer looked like the shapely majorette in the picture.

  He thought back to his first apartment, nestled right in the middle of the wrong side of Houston. He used to joke about how the rats were as big as cats. Now he was living in a five-bedroom luxury home located in a suburb, miles outside of Houston. Everything was finally going to be perfect. That was until he lost his job of over fifteen years. James had been a constable ever since he graduated from college with a degree in criminal justice.

  Kenny G’s saxophone buzzed from James’s cell phone. His first thought was to not answer it, but a quick check of his caller ID made him change his mind. He paused a moment, then swallowed hard before taking a deep breath. “What’s up?” James hoped he sounded like himself.

  “Hey, it’s Miles.”

  James instantly knew something was wrong. His younger brother never identified himself when he called. “Hey, bro, what’s up? Why are you calling so early?”

  “I need to talk to you,” Miles said. “What time do you get off duty?”

  Lies were accustomed to flowing effortlessly from James’s mouth. “I took off today. I needed a break. I’m at home.”

  “Are Raquel and the kids gone?”

  “Yeah, why?” James tried to sound calm. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t read anything in his brother’s monotone voice.

  “Good, I’m on my way over. I’m about fifteen minutes away.”

  James wanted to ask another question. He glanced down at his phone. He would have to wait. Miles ended the call without the words that had ended all of his phone conversations since he read The Autobiography of Malcolm X in middle school. James wondered why his brother chose this morning not to end their conversation with the words he always said, “Peace be with you.”

  When Miles wasn’t golfing, he was obsessed with finding the one thing that would allow him to be alongside the founders of Google, Myspace, and Facebook. He and one of his law school dropout buddies had gone through several ideas, each failed. Their latest venture was to form an Internet-based company where men could discreetly get paternity tests on their alleged children. He said they were seeing case after case where men were paying child support for children who did not belong to them.

  A man just could not ask the woman in his life for such a test, without causing a major catastrophe. He needed to be able to get results discreetly, and the discretion was what their mail-order DNA business provided.

  James had no doubts he had fathered James Jr., his son by Joan, and Morris and Alexis, his children by Raquel. He was only trying to help his brother when he gathered his children one weekend and met Miles and his associate at a restaurant. They secured the swabs they needed from the children without them realizing they had been tested.

  James remembered something Miles had whispered to him as they were leaving the restaurant that day.

  “The results will be back in two weeks.”

  James glanced at the date on his cell phone. It had been exactly two weeks.

  Chapter 2

  Raquel pulled up to her favorite restaurant, stepped out of her Mercedes, and posed for the women getting into the car next to her. She could see them staring at her and she wanted to make sure they didn’t miss one delectable detail.

  The Mercedes was black, with matching leather and customized rims. Her stilettos were Jimmy Choo. The jeans hugging her frame were tailored to fit her every curve. The forest green Versace handbag on her arm was one of the largest and most expensive in their collection. The ring sparkling from her left hand was a specially designed creation of Henry Vu, jeweler to the stars. Her look was completed with flawless bonestraight hair, Versace shades—the same hue as her handbag—and makeup so perfect it looked like the work of a professional.

  James went ballistic when she came home with her engagement ring. He couldn’t believe she went and purchased a piece of jewelry that cost as much as a car. Raquel was quiet during his tantrum. She wasn’t about to sell it. It made complete strangers shamelessly stop, stare, and gasp. Of course, nobody suspected she had bought it herself, and that was just the way she liked it.

  Raquel strategically planned the engagement. It was going to be a breakfast James would never forget. She made his favorite foods and gathered their children, Morris and Alexis, around the table. She called James to the table, and with all of them in a circle holding hands, preparing to say grace, she asked, “Will you marry us?”

  Stunned, James hesitated, and then he took a few moments to look at each individual member of his young family and said, “Yes.”

  Raquel had only three weeks left before her wedding. Everything had gone perfectly until Karen, her maid of honor, was sitting in a coffee shop after a long night at the club. A young woman walked up to her and shared the Gospel of Jesus Christ. In less than a month, Karen moved out of the house she had shared with her longtime boyfriend, stopped stripping, and joined the church. She sold her beloved BMW because she knew she would no longer be able to pay for it, moved back home with her mom, and did something she said she would never do—no matter what. She went back to working a nine-to-five gig, answering phones, at a delivery service.

  Raquel knew her friend had officially lost her mind when she exchanged her stilettos and designer clothing for no-name flats and mom jeans. Raquel had been avoiding the issue, but now she had to make sure that Karen’s new born-again status was not going to cause her to reveal the secret they both shared. That is why she scheduled this lunch date to make sure she and Karen were on the same page.

  Raquel tried to appear calm as she followed the hostess to her seat. The fact was, though, she had never been more nervous. She used to feel like she had known Karen all of her life, now she felt like she did not know her at all.

  They met when Raquel was new to the beauty business and was still hustling for clients. She would stand outside of grocery stores and hand out flyers showing pictures of her makeovers.

  Karen had recently moved to Houston from Dallas and had tried several stylists, but none she really liked. She agreed to give Raquel a try. When Karen saw how natural and gorgeous her weave looked under Raquel’s care, she was so grateful that she asked Raquel to be her guest on an all-expense-paid cruise. Raquel had never met anyone like Karen. Raquel was used to women hating her because of her looks, but Karen wasn’t like that. She was generous and always had an upbeat attitude. Compared to the grumbling and complaining people in Raquel’s life, Karen was a breath of fresh air. She didn’t sit around waiting for something to happen; she made it happen.

  If she wanted a $5,000 dress, she bought it. If she wanted a man’s number, she asked for it. If she wanted the chef to make something off the menu, she had him summoned so she could instruct him on how to make it.

  It wasn’t until years later that Raquel fully understood how Karen supported her lavish lifesty
le. She told everyone she sold real estate, but what she really did was show expensive homes for a real-estate agent. The agent thought her striking appearance would make the homes look better, especially to his single male clients.

  Her full-time job was being “Allure,” the only black stripper at the exclusive gentlemen’s club, The Serpent. Karen did not make a habit of selling her body. However, every now and then she would get an offer so lucrative, she would find herself taking it.

  Raquel perused the menu out of habit; she already knew what she was going to order. She ate at Fontenot’s almost daily since it was near her salon, and she could grab a quick bite in between her clients.

  She got to the restaurant early to make sure she would have all of Karen’s favorite dishes hot and at the table upon her arrival. Before Karen became a Christian, she used to eat all her meals out, but Raquel knew now that Karen was answering phones for a living, days like these were reserved for paydays and special occasions.

  Raquel usually ordered the spicy chicken tenders, mustard greens, and a side of sweet potato fries. But since today was about Karen, she ordered from the more expensive side of the menu: jumbo lump crab cakes, seafood gumbo, filet mignon, Parmesan risotto, and peach sangria.

  Raquel thumped her French-manicured nails on the table and got angrier with each thump. Karen made it clear during their phone conversation two days ago that she no longer approved of Raquel’s lifestyle. Who was Karen to tell her how to live? So what there had been other men over the years besides James? It wasn’t like he was innocent. Karen must have forgotten James had a baby on her with that ugly baboon, Joan Dallas. He had a longtime thing with Joan, and she had a longtime thing with Randall. Only, James knew nothing about Randall. As a matter of fact, James thought he was the only one with whom she had ever slept.

  “Hey, girl,” Karen said, abruptly interrupting Raquel’s thumping.