The Right One: A Novel. Isabella JD William

      Copyright

      © 2012 by Isabella William

      ISBN 9781456612511

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, photographic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or in any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author, except where permitted by copyright law.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      This book contains erotic content. Adult readership only (+18)

      Contents

      Part 1

      Part 2

      Part 3

      Part 4

      Part 1

      Over the last few years, my life has been a little confusing. I have encountered many men that promised me the world, only to discover their deep dark secrets that really should have been left undiscovered…

      I guess in order for you to understand, I should go back to the beginning and clue you in from there… You see, when I graduated college, I had only dated your normal teenage boys, who wanted to become men by sleeping with as many girls as they could bag. It didn’t even matter to these boys, if they were sleeping with a girl who was a close friend of their steady girlfriend.

      In fact, some of the 23 year old men acted younger than some of the 18 year olds did, especially in the head. Their idea of treating a lady to good time was taking them to the movies and buying them some skittles for desert. And this was only after dining at the local Burger King for a quick value meal.

      My college boyfriend, Donny was your average football player with big dreams of making to the NFL. Every day he would ask me to come, watch him practice on the field and cheer him on, even though I didn’t really understand the game at all.

      He and the other team members would prance around in their tight uniforms, thinking they looked sexy while and beating up on the weaker players just because they could. I often wondered if this was a sign of the adult man he would become. His enjoyment of other people’s misery seemed to really get him going some times. His whole personality would change when he was around all of his buddies and I took a back seat to the creepy games they played on one another time and time again.

      However, off the field, Donny would do his best to make me feel as though he was the right one for me. He would tote my books to class, hold my hand and shower me with compliments that always made me feel like the prettiest girl on campus.

      Donny told me all the time that he was going to marry me after graduation, when he made it big-time for the Dallas Cowboys football team. That was his biggest goal in life, to become one of the best running backs this country had ever seen.

      His self-confidence made up for all the little quirks that I chose to overlook back then. Not to mention, he had a really good looking, muscular body that all the girls ogled over constantly. And anyone could become lost in those beautiful blue eyes that he smiled at me with.

      When we were alone, I was the only one in the world Donny paid attention too. Looking back now, that was because I was actually the only other person in the room with him at the time. I was naive to what men would say and do, in order to get their way.

      Truth be told, Donny had a charming personality and I loved the fact that we would discuss all the things he wanted to provide me with, after he achieved his dream of the NFL. It was this type of attention that eventually got me in the sack with him. And he was actually a very tender type of person when it came to making love. For example, our first night together romantically, Donny took the time to dress very formal and he took me to one of the most upscale restaurants in Atlanta. He had bought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a nice box of Swiss chocolates that were my favorite. He opened up the doors for me and even sang songs that were playing on the radio to me. And when he walked me to the door, his long kiss goodnight melted away my reservations about being with him intimately.

      So, I gave in and invited him up to my room where I fixed us a chilled wine cooler to help me relax. Back then, wine coolers were the beverage of choice for us girls who thought we were grown women. Donny took a seat on the sofa and I took off to the bedroom to slip into something a lot sexier. I picked out a black lacey one piece outfit that showed off my tiny assets quite well. And when I returned to the living room, Donny stood up and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

      I felt shy, but his confidence took over and I let go of my insecurities slowly.

      Donny picked me up and toted me to the bed where he laid me down gently and kissed me for quite a while. His hands felt magical as they explored every inch of my unsuspecting body. He admired every part a little at a time. And when he got to my most private area, his lips met mine with more passion that I could have ever imagined.

      I didn’t know a tongue could make a body react the way his did mine, but after that, we spent many long nights in each other arms all through college.

      About three months before graduation, I was waiting for Donny to show up for our date. When he hadn’t arrived by eight o’clock, I decided that something must have been wrong or he had gone to sleep watching a pro football game on the tube at his place. So, I grabbed my purse and headed over there to get him.

      When I knocked on the door, there was no answer. I stood there for a moment and could hear noises coming from within. I wondered who was in there with him. So, I just stood there trying to figure out what I should do. If Donny was inside, why wasn’t he answering the door? Then I thought, “Maybe Donny loaned out his place to a team member again.” It wouldn’t be the first time a football player borrowed Donny’s spare bedroom to keep their girlfriends from catching them sleeping with other girls!

      I wrestled with my emotions and finally decided to go inside. So I reached for the door knob and turned it... It opened and I slowly pushed the door inward. There was a light coming from the master bedroom and I almost turned to leave. Did I really want to see another couple making out?

      But when I heard Donny’s laughter, I stopped dead still in my tracks. I knew right then what I would find if I preceded forward to the bedroom.

      However, my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to know just who in the hell was in the bedroom with Donny! My stomach began to feel nauseous as I slowly made my way to bedroom door that was standing open. What would I find? Was my boyfriend really cheating on me?

      I guess he didn’t think about my coming over to find him for not picking me up for our date or he would have locked the door! Surely it wasn’t Donny carrying on in there with another woman? Then I heard his voice again. There was no mistaking his voice. That really was Donny carrying on in the bedroom with another woman. So I decided to surprise him. I wanted to know whom he was cheating on me with and why… By now my anger flowed through my veins and I wanted him to know just how angry I really was.

      Without thinking, I rushed into the bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks again. What I saw stunned me paralyzed and all I could do was stare straight at him.

      There was my best friend, Courtney lying on her back in the bed, wearing only her panties. The look on her face was pure horror at my catching them. But what horrified me even more… was Donny!

      Donny was standing in the bed flatfooted, straddled Courtney, shaking his nice ass to some imaginary music playing in his head… Worse yet, once Donny stood still in shock of my entrance, I got a better look at what he was wearing. Donny’s face turned as white as the preverbal ghost when he saw me standing there before him. He was wearing a nice purple lacey bra around his chest with matching lace panties around his lower half. His legs were covered with black fish net stockings and a garter belt. He had his hands cupped around the bra as