It was a day in September, a day that Tippa will never forget. She had been warned, and you know what they say when you don’t heed warnings: A hard head makes for a very soft and sore behind. Tippa Wilson had no idea how far her fiancé’s parents would go to stop her from marrying their son. She and her family had been threatened. They have caused Tippa to lose her job. She was offered bribes of a large sum of money to end their engagement and disappear. But she never imagined they would go even further on the wedding day.
“I was surprised and happy at first when I realized it was my fiancé’s mother at my apartment door. She came unannounced, and of course, I was nervous. I wasn’t appropriately dressed for her visit. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, and my hair was a mess; I tried to quickly make myself look presentable with no success.
So, I reluctantly invited her in. You could feel her air of importance. I knew I was being judged, as she hesitated to step across the door sill as if I had bugs crawling around or something.
I excitedly welcomed her into my home and offered her a seat.
“Oh, my God, Mrs. Kincaid, it’s good to see you. How are you? Please come in.”
You would not believe she opened her purse, took out a handkerchief, and snapped it unfold, to spread out across my couch before taking a seat.
I wanted to say you have some nerve! I couldn’t tell, the woman who was going to be my new mother-in-law that, especially since I didn’t know why she was at my place. So, I bit my tongue and ignored it.
“May I offer you, Mrs. Kincaid, a cup of coffee, or better yet, a cup of hot tea?" I knew she would flat-out refuse it.
“No, that won't be necessary.”
From the tone of her voice, she made me nervous. I could tell this wasn’t a friendly visit. I started to recall our earlier conversation when I first met his parents. It was at Ross’s graduation from medical school. She inquired as to who I was and why I had attended the ceremony. Then she told me.
“I’m very particular about who my son associates with, so if you have any other intentions, I think it’s best you leave.”
She seemed to relax when I told her we were only friends. But since then, we have become far more than friends. You see, now we are engaged, and I’m assuming she’s heard the news from Ross, and that’s why she’s here at my place.
I didn’t know exactly what I did to deserve a face-to-face visit. Was she here to congratulate me? I doubt that but I can only hope, or was it something else? Well, she didn’t mince any words.
“Young lady, I've only met you once, and I was hoping it was the last time. I thought I had made myself clear. I don’t know if you are dense or what.”
I was stunned at her words as I looked into Mrs. Kincaid's eyes. They looked like a deep blue lagoon—piercing blue and ice-cold.
I managed to utter. “Excuse me, ma’am. No, I’m not dense, but your son and I feel we are two adults here. I’m sure Ross shared our feelings for one another and our position with you and your husband?”
She chuckled. “I see you don’t know my son after all.”
“What do you mean? I know that Ross loves me, and nothing isn’t wrong with that.”
“Look! Young lady, I don’t know how you were raised, and frankly, I don’t care. But Ross is obedient to his father and me. And if you think you are going to change that, you have another thing coming.”
“I don’t understand, why is it so wrong for us to be together? We love one another and want to get married.”
“Married! Married? Not over my dead body!”
“Why? I don't understand. You haven't gotten to know me.”
“I don't need to know you, but I know you don’t fit the bill or the Kincaid standards. We’ve already selected someone for him who is beautiful, witty, funny, and a great partner. She would be good for the family business and would be able to handle all the necessary social functions. But most of all, she gets along great with our family and friends.”
“No disrespect. But what’s wrong with me? I’m more than capable of doing that and much more! Please don’t judge me before you get to know me. Please give me a chance.”
“Why should I lower my standards to give someone like you a chance? Look around! All this poorness is appalling! You don’t have anything to offer my son! You are not of his class or status. Let’s just end things peacefully. You go your way, and I will make it worth your while.” Mrs. Kincaid says, sliding a thick envelope across the small coffee table.
I shook my head, no! I was highly offended. “I can’t be bribed, Mrs. Kincaid; I love your son, and he loves me, and we are going forward with our wedding plans.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mrs. Kincaid looked at me as her eyes turned to fiery coals. Snatching up the envelope off the table! As she left my apartment. She was angered by my pride, stubbornness, and flat-out refusal of her lucrative offer. Wait a minute…
The Tippa Wilson's story doesn’t begin here, as with all love stories they can begin cliche and end that way. But not Tippa’s. It goes far deeper than what she’s told you so far. And this is not how her relationship with Ross Kincaid started. You see, Tippa tried to resist Ross initially, but his charming persistence won her over at the end of the day. Tippa had unexpectedly met this very handsome, charismatic young medical student at her part-time job one day.
Tippa had just recently moved from New Orleans to New York after the death of her parents, who were in an awful car crash. It happened right after she graduated from business college. She loves her city; it is fun-loving, and the people are warm and friendly, down to earth, and the food is divine. But once her parents were gone. Tippa had no reason to stay, the sadness and memories were overwhelming, and she needed to be around her family, so she moved to New York.
She was hoping her move to New York would be a renewal of life for her, but it turned out to be anything but nurturing and healing. Little did Tippa Wilson and Ross Kincaid know their love would be tested in a way they could have never imagined in a million years. What these two star-struck lovers will have to endure will be unbelievable events that are heart wrenchingly shocking!
Tippa’s move from her home city, New Orleans, to the Big Apple was bittersweet. Having to sell her family's house, car, and furniture was all very challenging and has been difficult. It's just so much stuff her parents have accumulated in a marriage of 25 years. But eventually, everything falls into place. Tippa finally got a buyer for the house; she never imagined she would get so emotional about selling the house. It's been her only home for over 20 years. Finally, she realizes that it's no longer going to be hers in two weeks, as she sits at the table with tears in her eyes. So, she packed her bags and moved to a place where she had family. To cheer herself up, Tippa thought. “I’ve always been fascinated with the Big Apple.” But things weren't quite how she had imagined they would be. Her family was fantastic. Living with her dad's brother, her uncle and auntie, and cousins Julia and Ricky, they were very welcoming and supportive. But admittedly, it was different from where she
The young man was a breathing, walking, stunning attraction, and very real, "I sure hope I see him again," Tippa uttered snickering.But time went by, and Tippa had drawn the conclusion she would never see the guy again. People weren’t very friendly they barely spoke to one another. Outside of Ms. Lauren, she was the only nice, polite person, and you could hardly call her friendly. It was tough because people are usually drawn to Tippa’s bubbly personality and friendliness. In the two months she has been here, not one person has been friendly; they all are polite, and that’s it. Tippa thought it was the saddest thing she’d ever seen but the pay was, as Ms. Lauren had stated, very good. And in just another month Tippa will be moving to her own apartment not too far from her job. It was a Friday evening and Tippa had worked overtime preparing to leave the third floor in the building. Students were leaving the campus, it was around 6 pm. The backstory to the second encounter:It was a
It's been a few weeks since Tippa saw the handsome young man who was so kind but yet should be avoided at all costs. The two brief encounters implanted in her interest, and she secretly hoped to see him again. She never forgot his name and that gorgeous smile. Every few days, Tippa would repeat his name in her mind “Ross.” Just in case she ran into him again, she wanted to say it like she was familiar with him. But she had no intentions of going any further than that. It took her forever to find this good-paying job, and she wasn’t about to lose it over some guy. So, if she ran into Ross, she knew she was going to be polite like everyone else, and that’s it. Tippa was supposed to have the weekend off, she had planned to move into her new apartment this Saturday. She got up early so she could fix her hair and makeup to her liking. Even though it was cool outside, she wanted to style her hair in a way that would be convenient. When she thought about how hot it could get when you're bu
While they’re walking out the building, she sees he’s paying attention to everything about her, and likewise, so is she. He puts on a navy-blue baseball cap that matches his navy-blue jogging suit. As they exit the door he puts on a pair of name brand sunglasses.Tippa had this strange thought pop in her head, ‘is he going incognito?’ No, he probably gets lot of attention because he certainly had her undivided attention as she gazes at how tall and attractive this guy was, and she could tell the feelings were mutual. Ross thought she was a pretty girl, and her smile was like bright sunshine.Her uncle and cousin had already come earlier to deliver her furniture and boxes. “Oh wow! How sweet! My uncle and cousin moved all my stuff into my place already. I’m sorry for having you come all this way but all my things are moved in.” She says, with a sweet smile filled with innocence as she turns around to face him.“It's okay…”Tippa feels this burning spread through her body, filling her
When Ross arrived for their date, and she opened the door, he said, smiling."Come, my love, let us drink our fill, and let us enjoy this passion together.'"Good evening, Ross; you're in a good mood.""Ever since I met you. Well, are you ready to go my lady?" Ross asks."Sure, lead the way. Oh, let me get my Jacket." “Wait, I'll get it for you." Without hesitation, Ross reaches over to the coat rack and retrieves her coat, attempting to help her put it on.Tippa says, “Thanks, but I can do it.”Ross immediately states holding on to her jacket. “Please give me this honor.” Peering sincerely into her large pretty eyes.“Thank you.”“You're welcome.” He said softly, standing behind her, looking at her cheeks softly blush.Ross watches her as she goes down the hallway. He chuckles, flicks off the light, and hurries to catch up to her. She tries her hardest to contain the sensations burning within, that surface from somewhere deep for Ross.A man as gorgeous as Ross, there was no way a
"Now it's time to give attention to this other beautiful limb," Ross says sultrily, gazing at her. It didn't help that the music playing at the moment was one of her favorites. Ross starts the sensual massage up the back of her other leg, tenderly gripping her calf muscle with the right amount of pressure with his hands and working his way down to her ankle. Tippa's eyes close as she listens to the sultry music playing in the background.Tippa had never felt tantalized like this before. Ross was only touching and massaging her legs, but her vulnerability was letting him consume her. The part of her that eyes could not see was glowing underneath. She had never been exposed to Ross's art of touch in this way. Tippa let a faint sigh escape her lips.Ross began whispering in that sexy tone as his hands stayed canvassing, caressing and squeezing every unknown muscle. Tendons and muscles even Tippa didn't know existed until tonight. Ross is picking off her every petal as she surrenders to hi
Tippa slept peacefully and late into the morning. When she opened her eyes, a smile was already planted on her face. She could feel gladness greeting her awakening. It was the weekend, and she didn't have to go to work. The tribute to her happiness is the sensuous night she was introduced to by something called a "sexy nightcap."The feelings of small flames are still glowing like ambers lingering inside her body this morning. Tippa couldn't stop herself from smiling as she lay in bed. This is her first good night's rest in months. Not wanting the feeling to end, nor wanting to admittedly give credit to the much-needed releases that Ross bestowed upon her deprived flesh. Those electrifying hands melted away months of tension in one night. Tippa tried hard not to think about what her body and mind had experienced. It was too unbelievable for her to even comprehend."How was it possible just listening to someone's voice and you experience a fully clothed orgasm? Preposterous..." She says
Ross had left graduation practice and immediately went to look for Tippa with no success. When he exited the elevator into the parking garage, there she was walking on the opposite side of the garage. Seeing Tippa made him smile as he began calling her name.“Tippa!” But she didn’t hear him as she kept walking toward the exit door. Ross, for a minute, was mesmerized by her incredible figure. Her in those high heels and jeans, that hugged her body just right. Although it wasn’t her beauty that stopped his breath, it was her eyes. She had the most beautiful doe-shaped eyes he’d ever seen. They were the deepest color of brown. But as he watched her face and body language, he could tell something was wrong. Even at some distance Ross could see she looked distraught. Ross immediately became concerned; he had an irrational desire to fix whatever was wrong. She was walking and almost running toward the exit door with all her belongings in her arms. So, he got in his car to catch up with h