I’ll Never Let You Go Novel – Persia wiped her eyes as she thought about the day that she and Damien met. It was one of the best memories she had in her life. When she used to think about the day they met, she normally laughed and smiled. But nowadays thinking about their first encounter made her cry. “It was because of you that I even met Damien. Rest in peace Rico.” Persia said aloud. “That day was so perfect. I thought that day cemented our loyalty to each other. But it seems like I’m the only one being loyal and looking stupid. How did we go from that to this?” Persia asked as she dialed her husband’s number. Persia slapped at the tears that were running down her face. She tried hard to stop the constant flow of tears, but she couldn’t.
She loved Damien so much that she thought about his needs before she thought of her own. She loved him so much that from the time she was fourteen years old, she raised his newborn little brother as if he were her own son. From the time she was a preteen, it had been her and Damien. The thought of their bond shattering was devastating. But her mother didn’t raise a doormat and she knew that she couldn’t or wouldn’t take much more of his disrespect. “Why am I even having this pity party? This Jerk doesn’t even call me or text me anymore. Staying out late or not coming home at all. This behavior is getting old and I’m not putting up with this.” Persia said as she listened to the constant ringing of her husband’s phone.
She had given him her whole life and the way he was treating her was unacceptable. “Hello?” Persia blew out a deep breath when she heard Damien’s deep voice coming through the phone. She was so anxious that she didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath. “Hello?” She mocked. “Jerk do you see what time it is. It’s after 3 in the morning. Where are you?” Persia asked as she paced the floor of her palatial bedroom. She could feel steam blowing out of her nose and shooting out of her ears like she was a character on a cartoon. She heard Damien sighing and it pissed her off. “Jerk what are you sighing for like you’re annoyed or some. Please explain that to me. Why are you annoyed, huh? Because you know where I am. But I have no idea where you are. So, tell me what are you annoyed about.” Persia screamed.
She was angry. She didn’t like the way she was behaving lately. Damien had reduced her to nothing more than a nagging wife. Her confidence was always through the roof, but Damien’s behavior had her second-guessing herself and she didn’t like it. “I’m working Persia.” Damien sighed. “Do you think I wanna be up this time of morning? No, I don’t. I’d rather be home laying under your pretty hip. But I can’t because I have a job that doesn’t have conventional hours.” Damien said. Persia pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. She just knew that Damien hadn’t said what she thought he said. Surely her anger had to be making her stupid. “Conventional Hours?” Persia mocked again. “Jerk there are 3 offices in this house. You could be working from one of them if your workload is so heavy. If you know what’s best for you, you’d better come correct. Now, where are you Damien?” Persia asked slowly and deliberately. She wanted him to hear the fury in her voice.
His level of disrespect had her shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. If he didn’t say what she wanted to hear, it was going to be all hands-on deck when he walked through the front door. “If I know what’s best for me, then what Persia? Look as much as I love arguing with you, arguing doesn’t pay the bills. I have work to do, I’ll see you when I get home. Matter of fact, I’ll clear my entire week and we can do whatever you want. I gotta go. I love you.” Damien said and hung up. “WHAT ! DAMIEN? I know this Jerk did not hang up on me.” Persia screamed as she dialed his number back. She couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. The only time they argued was when he came with the nonsense. Arguing wasn’t something that she did often, she’d walk away from a confrontation before she started one and Damien knew that. But his dismissal of her feelings set her off. She was enraged when the voicemail came on without ringing as if he had turned the phone off.
She dialed his number back to back hoping it would ring, but each time all she heard was, “You’ve reached Damien Jordan, President of Opulent Entertainment. Leave a message. BEEP!” After realizing that he had indeed turned his phone off, she knew she had no choice but to leave him a message. – Days later. The betrayal of seeing her husband’s car at her best friend’s house and the thought of what was going on in the bungalow made her sick to her stomach. Walking onto the front porch, she ran her hand under the metal mailbox attached to the wall beside the front door. Her heart pounded heavily as she grabbed the magnetic box that contained the spare key to the front door of her best friend’s house. The house that she had bought her. “God please don’t let them do this to me. I didn’t do to deserve a backstabbing like this.” Persia said to herself as she stood outside on the porch stalling for time in hopes that God would hear her prayer.
Blowing out a deep breath, Persia stuck the key in the lock and opened the door. Her heart sank as soon as she opened the door. The loud moans, screams of ecstasy, and the wet sound of moist skin colliding together let Persia know that God hadn’t answered her prayer. The sounds of moaning, and begging was so loud that she couldn’t understand how she didn’t hear it on the porch. “Your private part is wet Mo. Ride this shaft.” “Ooohhh D, I’m about to release.” The voices of the two people in her life that should’ve never been together filled her ears and nearly punctured her eardrums. “How could they do this to me? I need to get out of here.” Persia thought to herself as heavy tears blurred her vision. No matter how many times she blinked or how fast she blinked, she still couldn’t see. She wanted to leave and back out of the house and act like she wasn’t there and didn’t know anything. But her legs wouldn’t allow her to back out. Instead, her legs carried her forward to Monique’s large Master Bedroom. By the sound of the headboard banging, mattress springs squeaking, and intimacy noises bouncing off the walls like acoustics, she could tell what was going on.
But that still wasn’t enough. She had to see it with her own two eyes. A sane person would’ve probably walked away, but she couldn’t do that. She had to see it and witness the betrayal in order to know that it was real. It didn’t matter that she saw Damien’s Rolls Royce Cullinan clearly parked in the front yard. Persia still wanted to believe that it wasn’t his car. Persia held onto the wall as her unsteady legs wobbled as she walked down the hall to her best friend’s bedroom. She wanted to scream, pull every strand and follicle of hair from her scalp, and pull her eyes from her head. She was willing to do anything to stop the live nightmare of her best friend having intercourse with her husband. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.
She couldn’t stop watching her husband sucking her best friend’s chest. The moonlight coming through the open Venetian blinds illuminated the bedroom giving it a romantic glow. She could see thousands of sweat beads covering Monique’s back and undressed hip as she rode Damien like he was her man. Persia took notice of veins that she had never seen before bulging and protruding out of Damien’s extremely hard manhood as he guided her best friend up and down his protection-less shaft. Damien moaned loudly like he never wanted Monique to stop, unaware that his wife was watching them betray her. He ran the tips of his fingers through the perspiration on her back, causing thousands of goosebumps to appear on Monique’s damp skin. “Oh God yes, D. I love you, Baby. !!”. Monique moaned loudly as Damien stuffed 2 fingers in her backdoor while she rode him hard. She was so turned on that her juices squirted out all over his stomach, legs, and balls.
“This private part is the best Mo. I love you too.” Damien moaned loudly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Persia through her hands over her mouth to keep the sob and vomit from spewing forward, she had seen enough. With strength, she didn’t even know she had. She pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures to give to her attorney. Like most women do when they’re mad, she was only talking when she mentioned divorce. But after seeing her husband and best friend together, she knew a divorce was inevitable. As the banging and moaning continued, she knew that her life as Persia Jordan was now officially over.