The Heart Don’t Lie: Jewel’s Dilemma

Jewels is an around-the-way girl who prides herself on being the sexiest amongst her crew. Black, is her tall, dark, and handsome lover. Loving a man like Black, whom she found in her bed with another woman, can make any woman feel insecure. Playing the cards she’s dealt, Jewel’s plays the field herself. However, when her curiosity towards LaShaun comes out of nowhere, things take an unexpected twist. Soon, LaShaun is determined to make Jewels her wife by any means necessary.

Trying to fight off her urge to be with women, Jewels still has sexual escapades with her ex-lover, Black. When Black is not available, Jewels uses her closest friend, Summer, as a good replacement orally, with Jewels always being on the receiving end. She soon finds that nothing is safe, not even her sexuality, as Jewels figures out whom she really wants and who has her back.

The Heart Don’t Lie: Jewel’s Dilemma, becomes a roller coaster ride full of twists and suspense, as the unveilings of adultery, murder, sex, and drugs begin to consume Jewels’ almost perfect world.
Excerpt:

“Let me tell you something, you sorry motherfucka!” I yelled, with spit flying from my mouth. “I am not that bitch, nigga! You must really think I am a stupid bird bitch!”
“Boo, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Black asked me calmly, with a smirk that made me want to slap fire out of his face.
“Nigga, are you really trying that bullshit? You gonna make me catch a damn case!” I yelled before hurling a wine glass at his head.
He ducked and the wine glass shattered once it hit the wall. “Bitch, are you crazy?” Black asked, as he began walking in my direction with his fists balled up.
A little fear came over me, but fuck that, I wish this nigga might put his hands on me again. Trust, it will be the last time his black ass put his hands on a bitch again!
“Black, I went through your phone and called the hoe myself!” I said, while poking him in the chest with my index finger.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Yeah nigga, your ass is caught! I talked to your little manly sounding bitch, She-Ra, and I know all about your dirty dick ass fucking her in my fucking bed! In my fucking bed though, nigga!”
I was so pissed off that all I could see was red. How dare this nigga have the next bitch in my damn crib?
“Jewels, it’s not even like that, ma. I’m telling you that shorty holds my drugs for me, and she brings weight from out of town. Just listen, damn!” he yelled, like he was mad I didn’t believe him.
That’s it. I was completely done with this lying ass nigga. I didn’t know where all this “no fear in the heart” came from, but next thing I knew is that I had hauled off and slapped the hell out of him.
“Fuck outta my face and get the fuck out of my house you bitch made ass nigga!” I yelled, as I turned my back and headed into the kitchen to pour me a glass of wine. I’m done with this nigga. Good fucking bye, Black! I mean that shit this time.
I didn’t even hear Black come in the kitchen while I poured me a glass of Martini & Rossi. If I did, I would have definitely been better prepared. All I know is that this nigga grabbed me from behind and had a tight ass grip around my neck and held me up high enough that my toes were barely touching the floor. I clawed at his hands trying to loosen his grip, but I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Bitch, if you ever put your fucking hands on me again, I promise you I will break your jaw,” he whispered in my ear calmly, as he tightened his grip around my neck.
When he let go of me, the tears started to flow and I knew that my hurt had turned to anger. That’s how I know when I was pissed, that first tear rolls down my face. Without saying a word, I slowly walked over to the kitchen counter next to the sink, and grabbed one of those big ass butcher knives. I stood at the counter for a second, I guess to talk myself out of what I was about to do, but it was to no avail. I slowly turned towards Black as he stood leaning against the refrigerator, gulping down a Corona.
“Fuck you nigga!” I screamed, as I charged at him like a crazed woman holding the knife in the air.