Yours Truly (Book One of What The Heart Wants Series)

Jaleel Spencer is a successful businessman and is looking for a do right woman, preferably someone who isn't crazy and obsessed with him. He has a string of bad luck with a couple of women and decides he no longer wants continue looking for a relationship. But then he runs into Kayla again and things change drastically for him. He decides to take a chance on love. However, things end up taking a turn for the worst in their relationship when an ex-lover begins stalking him and ends up putting his and Kayla's life in jeopardy.

And if that isn't enough, Kayla's vengeful half-sister shows up in the picture and things get even crazier in their relationship. The question remains is: Will Kayla and Jaleel's relationship survive the chaotic drama that unfolds or will it crumble?

Excerpt:

“I can’t stand you, dammit!” Brooke threw a glass across the room at him from the kitchen.

This woman must be out of her damn mind throwing his belongings in his house. He ducked before the glass could hit him and instead it hit the wall behind him. “You need to get out of my house with all that.” He said angrily

“Why can’t you spend time with me? You can spend all day with your boy, Matthew, but you can’t find any time for me? How is that fair?” Brooke whined

He tried to reign in his temper but her ridiculous whining was irritating him. “Brooke, I make time for you. Hell, I spend almost every day with you. You just can’t accept the fact that you can’t have me all to yourself. You’re selfish and spoiled. You always have been since the start of this relationship. Hell, even before we became a couple.”

She screamed and stomped her foot in a childlike manner. “You don’t know a good thing when you see it. I’m tired of wasting my time with you.”

He frowned deeply. He was so fed up with this shit. It was time to end this. “So, now you’re wasting your time with me? Well, you know what? Let me help you out then.” He walked over to his door and opened it for her. He watched as her eyes widened and realization dawned on her that she was being kicked out of his house. “You can leave now.” He said when she didn’t move.

She held her head high. He would not get the best of her. “You know what? You’re not worth it. I’m out of here.” She walked through the door with her head held high and he slammed it shut behind her.

Women… What was that saying? You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. He had a different viewpoint on that theory. He had to calm down before he lost it. If Brooke hadn’t left, they may have ended up fighting. He’d never hit a woman in his entire life but he’d come close to it with her. She had a way of annoying the hell out of him with her constant whining and neediness. He did not understand women. It was as if nothing was ever good enough for them. Sometimes, he just wanted to give up on them all together and live the rest of his life as a single, unattached man. He was a decent guy with his own architectural business, car, and house. He was thirty-five years old, six feet tall, African-American, one-hundred and seventy pounds with caramel skin, gray eyes, low cropped hair, and a well sculpted chest and rock hard abs from the countless times he benched weights at the gym. He wasn’t conceited about his looks, just a humble guy looking for a do right woman, yet he seemed to get involved with the craziest women.