Also by Mary B. Morrison
Maneater (with Noire)
Sweeter Than Honey
When Somebody Loves You Back
Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This
Somebody’s Gotta Be On Top
He’s Just a Friend
Never Again Once More
Soul Mates Dissipate
Who’s Making Love
Justice Just Us Just Me
Coauthored with Carl Weber
She Ain’t the One
Mary B. Morrison writing as HoneyB
Sexcapades
Presented by Mary B. Morrison
Diverse Stories: From the Imaginations of Sixth Graders (an anthology of fiction written by thirty-three sixth graders)
Who’s Loving You
MARY B. MORRISON
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
With much love, respect, and admiration for my wonderful son,
Jesse Bernard, Jr., to all the single mothers like myself…love yourself first,
and to King MaxB Byrd, our loving baby Yorkshire terrier.
Contents
Why I Love You
A Special Message to Women Everywhere
CHAPTER 1: Honey
CHAPTER 2: Grant
CHAPTER 3: Honey
CHAPTER 4: Grant
CHAPTER 5: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 6: Honey
CHAPTER 7: Grant
CHAPTER 8: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 9: Honey
CHAPTER 10: Grant
CHAPTER 11: Honey
CHAPTER 12: Sapphire
CHAPTER 13: Honey
CHAPTER 14: Valentino
CHAPTER 15: Honey
CHAPTER 16: Sapphire
CHAPTER 17: Grant
CHAPTER 18: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 19: Grant
CHAPTER 20: Honey
CHAPTER 21: Valentino
CHAPTER 22: Sapphire
CHAPTER 23: Honey
CHAPTER 24: Sapphire
CHAPTER 25: Grant
CHAPTER 26: Valentino
CHAPTER 27: Honey
CHAPTER 28: Sapphire
CHAPTER 29: Grant
CHAPTER 30: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 31: Sapphire
CHAPTER 32: Valentino
CHAPTER 33: Honey
CHAPTER 34: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 35: Valentino
CHAPTER 36: Honey
CHAPTER 37: Sapphire
CHAPTER 38: Valentino
CHAPTER 39: Grant
CHAPTER 40: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 41: Honey
Book Club Questions
Lagniappe Section
Where is the Black Love?
LACONNIE TAYLOR-JONES
K. L.
Love Is…
Who’s Loving Mary B. Morrison
Acknowledgments
PURPOSE OF BEING UNCONDITIONALLY SINGLE
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1: Red Velvet
CHAPTER 2: Grant
CHAPTER 1: Lace
CHAPTER 2: Lace
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1: Brian
CHAPTER 2: Herschel
CHAPTER 3: Lexington
Why I Love You
Date:
Given To:
Given By:
Personal Message:
A Special Message to Women Everywhere
Please take time to learn who you are. Know that you are worthy of greatness. You do not need validation from anyone, for those who judge you know not the content of your heart. They do not know the unpaved roads you’ve traveled. In the still of the night and sometimes in broad daylight, while no one was listening to your cries, you found the strength within and the faith to sustain the challenges you, yes, you, have overcome.
No matter what your journey, you have so many reasons to be proud of yourself. Go on and smile. You know it’s true. Respect yourself. Love yourself. Your true value derives not from your bank account, your house, your car, or the clothes you wear. Your self-worth is predicated on how well you know yourself, how well you treat yourself, how much you love and value yourself.
Hear me when I say, “No one will ever treat you worse than you treat yourself,” and no one should treat you better. When times get hard—we all experience hard times—and there seems to be no way out…keep breathing. Live another second, hold on another minute, hang in there another hour, and with each passing moment, know that your internal beauty is the pure essence of the greatest love, because without you; without your womanly nurturing, your motherly instincts, your ability to breathe life into every living human being; without women, men would cease to exist.
Don’t let men brainwash you into believing they hold the power in a relationship. They don’t. Giving birth is the highest power of procreation. Men can’t do that. So, ladies, don’t have babies for men who aren’t worthy of your power.
I hope you enjoy reading Who’s Loving You as much as I enjoyed writing it.
CHAPTER 1
Honey
Love sucks! I swore on my sister’s grave, I wished I’d never met him. His voice had lingered in my mind with crisp clarity every damn day, like he was standing behind me, leaning over my shoulder, whispering in my ear. But he wasn’t. Not anymore.
“Baby,” he used to say to me, and I would answer, barely above a whisper, “Yes?” Seductively, he’d say it again, “Baby,” in a tone that quieted me. “Yes?” I’d say softly. We’d go back and forth: then his long fingers and strong hands would gently caress the side of my face and massage my ears.
I’d quiver whenever he’d moan, “Ummmm, you’re fucking incredible. You know that? And I’m not talking about your bedroom skills. Baby, you are an amazing woman.”
His