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Author: Janine A. Morris
show on mute, when she began to want to go back into the living room and ask Jamahl yet again why he couldnât join her at the MTV Video Music Awards preshow dinner the following week.
The only explanation he had given thus far was that he wasnât interested in dealing with a bunch of fake industry people all nightâwhereas most people would die for the chance to go to the award show or any of the star-studded events surrounding it. Still, since he had said no a few days ago, there had been a bit of tension between them. Instead of going into the living room, though, she pulled the covers back over her legs, realizing that her badgering didnât help at allâtechnically, she just made it worse.
Jamahl chuckled loudly at something on television. Just hearing his contentment while she was feeling pure aggravation annoyed Madison even more. She truly felt disgust in her veins; she was through trying to make her fiancé into the perfect mate. She kept telling herself to either accept him for who he was or walk out the door, but for some reason she couldnât do either of the two. She just couldnât seem to build a tolerance for his nonâPrince Charming attributes, yet she wasnât prepared to walk away from all she had built with him. It was definitely a catch-22, no matter how she sliced it.
Madison suddenly decided she was going to get out of the house and go to the mall, one of the few things that put her in a good mood. She threw on some black leggings, with a tan shirt that was long enough to cover her butt, and then pulled on her UGG boots. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and although she wasnât spruced up, she looked cute without trying. She said nothing as she passed Jamahl, who was still stationed on the couch. She noticed that he looked at her while she was putting on her coat, but she knew he had too much pride to ask where she was going.
It was a Saturday afternoon, which meant it might be a bit crowded at the mall, but the way she was feeling, she figured it would beat sitting alone indoors. She was hoping Jamahl thought she was running off to meet her secret lover. At times, she really wished deep down that she had a lover. Her midnight-blue BMW was sitting in the driveway in desperate need of a wash, and Madison jumped right in. She put on her seatbelt and drove off, waving to her gorgeous neighbor Mitchell as she passed. Damn, if he wasnât married and I didnât live down the street from him with Jamahl . . . she told herself again for the millionth time.
She was only five blocks away when she realized she had left her cell phone at home. She sat at the stop sign for a whole minute, wondering if she should go back, but she decided against it. As though she werenât addicted to her CrackBerry, Madison kept driving. It took everything in her to keep going, but she wasnât in the mood to go back to that house and see Jamahlâs happy-go-lucky expression. He had this ability when they fought, to carry on like there was nothing wrong; meanwhile she would be smoking out of her ears. By the time she reached the mall, and stepped inside to her shopping heaven, she forgot about her phone. She walked right toward Nordstrom, ready to get lost in the scent of new clothes, shoes, and accessories.
Madison perused the floor and looked at the different racks of clothes. She had her eye on all things bright, it seemedâher last few shopping trips, she had brought home colors that stood out. Madison was ordinarily a black, white, gray, and navy girl, but lately she was loving bright colors from the whole Crayon box. It was actually making her enjoy shopping even more because she knew she wasnât buying things the same or similar to something she already owned, and even if the item was similar to something she owned, she knew she didnât have it in that color. She walked around the racks and took her time pulling things off to get a better look. It
The only explanation he had given thus far was that he wasnât interested in dealing with a bunch of fake industry people all nightâwhereas most people would die for the chance to go to the award show or any of the star-studded events surrounding it. Still, since he had said no a few days ago, there had been a bit of tension between them. Instead of going into the living room, though, she pulled the covers back over her legs, realizing that her badgering didnât help at allâtechnically, she just made it worse.
Jamahl chuckled loudly at something on television. Just hearing his contentment while she was feeling pure aggravation annoyed Madison even more. She truly felt disgust in her veins; she was through trying to make her fiancé into the perfect mate. She kept telling herself to either accept him for who he was or walk out the door, but for some reason she couldnât do either of the two. She just couldnât seem to build a tolerance for his nonâPrince Charming attributes, yet she wasnât prepared to walk away from all she had built with him. It was definitely a catch-22, no matter how she sliced it.
Madison suddenly decided she was going to get out of the house and go to the mall, one of the few things that put her in a good mood. She threw on some black leggings, with a tan shirt that was long enough to cover her butt, and then pulled on her UGG boots. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and although she wasnât spruced up, she looked cute without trying. She said nothing as she passed Jamahl, who was still stationed on the couch. She noticed that he looked at her while she was putting on her coat, but she knew he had too much pride to ask where she was going.
It was a Saturday afternoon, which meant it might be a bit crowded at the mall, but the way she was feeling, she figured it would beat sitting alone indoors. She was hoping Jamahl thought she was running off to meet her secret lover. At times, she really wished deep down that she had a lover. Her midnight-blue BMW was sitting in the driveway in desperate need of a wash, and Madison jumped right in. She put on her seatbelt and drove off, waving to her gorgeous neighbor Mitchell as she passed. Damn, if he wasnât married and I didnât live down the street from him with Jamahl . . . she told herself again for the millionth time.
She was only five blocks away when she realized she had left her cell phone at home. She sat at the stop sign for a whole minute, wondering if she should go back, but she decided against it. As though she werenât addicted to her CrackBerry, Madison kept driving. It took everything in her to keep going, but she wasnât in the mood to go back to that house and see Jamahlâs happy-go-lucky expression. He had this ability when they fought, to carry on like there was nothing wrong; meanwhile she would be smoking out of her ears. By the time she reached the mall, and stepped inside to her shopping heaven, she forgot about her phone. She walked right toward Nordstrom, ready to get lost in the scent of new clothes, shoes, and accessories.
Madison perused the floor and looked at the different racks of clothes. She had her eye on all things bright, it seemedâher last few shopping trips, she had brought home colors that stood out. Madison was ordinarily a black, white, gray, and navy girl, but lately she was loving bright colors from the whole Crayon box. It was actually making her enjoy shopping even more because she knew she wasnât buying things the same or similar to something she already owned, and even if the item was similar to something she owned, she knew she didnât have it in that color. She walked around the racks and took her time pulling things off to get a better look. It
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