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MIRRORED HEARTS

  A Short Story

  Ann Marie Bryan

  Published by Victorious By Design

  Copyright © 2016 by Ann Marie Bryan

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the publisher.

  Scripture quotations are taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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

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  ISBN-13: 9780985146870

  CONTENTS

  DEDICATION

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  GUARD YOUR HEART

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  COMING SOON

  OTHER TITLES

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CONNECT WITH THE AUTHOR

  VICTORIOUS BY DESIGN

  DEDICATION

  I dedicate this book to my readers. Thank you so much for your support and the inspiration to write.

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  My Heavenly Father, I am in awe of you. You are Lord of my life.

  Extra special thanks to the love of my life, best friend and greatest supporter, Orville.

  Members of Tallahassee Authors Network (TAN) Christian Sub-Group, you are amazing. May the love and glory of God continue to radiate in your lives.

  I am grateful for my editorial team - Melissa Mallory, Ayana Matthews, Tremayne Moore, Yamecike McMillan, Icylin Morgan, Paula Owen, and Margo Thomas. God has mountain tops reserved just for you.

  A big thank you to the members of my support team. You rock!

  GUARD YOUR HEART

  “Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life.”(Proverbs 4:23)

 

  CHAPTER 1

  A vision of loveliness! Larry stood at the side of the bed, carelessly looping his tie around his neck as he gazed at her, nestled by myriads of soft, white, fluffy cushions. His eyes traced every curve of her body and he drew in a deep, shuddering breath as she purred, stretching her arms above her head and smiling. Whatever she was dreaming about clearly stirred her because the smile remained on her lips.

  He couldn’t help but smile too. His heart beat blissfully only for Rozene. Delighting in the way his body responded to her, he bent to kiss her then drew back as her fevered eyes met his, then frosted over before she rolled away from him.

  “Good morning, honey. Did you need something?” she asked, with extra warmth in her voice.

  “Doing your wifely duties would be a start,” he growled, irritated by her pretentious behavior.

  She sat up, ready for battle, then decided to change tactics. She’d always received a more positive response when she added ‘sugar’ rather than ‘lemons.’ “Honey, my fast will be over soon.”

  “Great. Fast all you want, but did you have to include fasting from sex?” His bow-shaped lips tightened with displeasure.

  “You only have to wait two more days,” she pleaded softly, tossing her curly, light-brown hair over her shoulders.

  “Two more days! I have been waiting for over a month,” he hissed, glaring at her. “Plus, this is the third time in five months you’re doing this kind of fast.”

  “But, honey, I satisfied you -”

  “You call that lovemaking, two weeks ago when you pitied me? On my birthday, of all days?” Shaking his head, he walked to the dressing table and adjusted his tie in the mirror.

  Rozene swung her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed her robe from where it hung off the bedpost, and followed him. “I thought we had fun,” she encouraged, slipping on her robe.

  His nostrils flared. “Fun. You accommodated me.” His blood boiled when he recalled that up to fall last year, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Back then, he didn’t have to beg his own wife to make love with him.

  “How can you say that?” Rozene asked, knitting her brows.

  “You did.” His dark brown eyes pinned her in place before he turned away to pick up his watch from the dressing table. His eyes narrowed when he looked at her again. “Why are you wearing new lingerie when …?”

  “I’m preparing for you,” she said cheerfully. He watched as she modeled flirtatiously. “Saturday is game on.” She smiled lovingly at him, a smile that always made his heart pitter-patter.

  He gazed at her full lips and straight nose, perfectly placed on her oval shaped face, but it was her vivid hazel-colored eyes that usually held him captive, many times stealing words from his lips. But not this morning. He turned away and clasped his watch on his wrist.

  Rozene came up behind him and lovingly caressed his back before brushing imaginary lint from his navy jacket. “I’ll try to be a better wife. I just wanted to seek the Lord while I write.” Her gaze slid down his long muscular, slightly bowed legs, before she gently rubbed his back.

  He closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the warmth of her touch, then opened them and faced her. “I told you, you can slow down with writing your books. You should do one a year.” He knitted his brows. “Plus, with doing writers’ conferences, book tours, and TV programs,” he sighed, “you’re always tired.”

  She pursed her lips, taking in his handsome face and confident eyes. He was self-assured but not cocky, certain of his God-given ability and authority, and the correctness of his path. “Just two more days, please,” she urged.

  Larry felt like a child screaming for attention. He turned abruptly from her and walked to the nightstand to retrieve his laptop. His legs felt heavy and he was getting more and more ‘ticked off’ by the second. He leveled her with a stern glare. “What am I to do in the meantime?”

  “We can do other things or you can play golf with your friends.”

  His mouth dropped open, and he quickly snapped it shut. “Are you serious? What happened to you, Roz?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed his car keys from the nightstand and marched out of their bedroom.

  She ran after him. “Aren’t we going to pray before you leave?”

  “Will pray by myself,” he roared, without a backward glance. “And don’t forget to add my appointment to sleep with you, to your calendar.”

  He heard her gasp but continued walking.

  A few minutes later, he glanced at their fleet of cars, and wondered which one to drive. Need something to cheer me up. He slid behind the steering wheel of the red Audi S5 coupe, then dropped his laptop on the back seat and closed the door. A deep sigh he didn’t know he was holding left his body, and he leaned forward to rest his head on the steering wheel. Where did my ever loving wife go? How can a woman who is so spiritually sensitive, be so insensitive to my needs?

  He was not as fervent a Christian as she was, but he knew the Bible encouraged husbands and wives to “…not deprive one another, except perhaps by agreement for a limited time…” He and Rozene had fasted together a few times but never from sex. Still, he didn’t know if he could, even if she’d asked him.

>   “Help me, Lord,” was all the prayer he could offer up before pulling out of the garage.

  After nineteen years of marriage, he and Rozene were well adapted to each other. The twins, Mason and Madison, came along during the second year of their marriage, right after they had both completed their Master of Business Administration degrees. It was a tearful experience when the twins left for MIT last fall, but after he and Rozene got over the initial shock of a soundless home, they began making plans to enjoy the ‘empty nest.’ That was before Rozene started to behave differently towards him. He wondered if she was going through hormonal changes. She’d become emotionally unavailable. Is she no longer attracted to me? He chided himself each time the thought came. She had been wearing new lingerie, and that gave him hope.

  Pulling into his parking space at Pallecia Worldwide All Suite Hotel, he switched off the ignition then exhaled loudly before saying a prayer.

  “Lord, please help me. I need your peace and patience to deal with Rozene. I don’t know how to fix whatever is happening in our marriage. On the surface, we are okay but in my heart, I know something is wrong. I need your guidance and direction, Father. Amen.”

  After centering himself with prayer, Larry stepped out of his car. It was a slightly chilly January morning, and the cold air seeped right through his tailored suit. Just what I need to cool me down. Grabbing his laptop from the back seat, he closed the car door and put on his “professional face.” He was not in the mood for work but these days going to work was a better option than staying at home. His eyes brightened. Gabrielle would help to jump start his day.

  Seven years her senior, he and Gabrielle had hit it off from the day she started working at Pallecia Hotel, a luxurious golf and spa resort, with the head office located on the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. He was Vice President of Human Resources for the past eight years and she came in as a Human Resources Manager just over a year ago. She was brilliant at her job so when the Human Resources Director resigned five months ago, he immediately promoted her to that position.

  Entering the foyer, Larry greeted his co-workers before taking the elevator up to the fourteenth floor. He decided to pop into Gabrielle’s office before heading to his office, four doors down. Her door was slightly open and he pushed it in, only to be greeted by her smooth derriere covered in a navy pencil skirt. She was retrieving something from a bag on the ground.

  Not quite the jump start I was expecting. Warmth spread through his body as he watched her. Sensing a dangerous shift in his mood, he pulled himself together. No self-respecting, God-fearing man should look at a woman that way. Still, he liked looking at Gabrielle Montgomery, her smooth, honey-brown complexion and slender yet curvy frame. He hastily reminded himself that she was a woman of God who always treated him professionally, so the last thing he wanted was to get caught gawking at her derriere. “Good morning,” he announced loudly as he moved towards her desk.

  She spun to face him. “Larry, how’s it going?” A gentle smile lit her face.

  Just the smile he needed. He felt like lying on the small red plush sofa near her desk and telling her all his troubles. “Good. How are you doing?”

  “Good.” Then she looked sheepishly at him as she arranged herself behind the large cherry wood desk. “We can’t do the mock presentation today. I’m behind with my part of the presentation, but asking God for extra strength to finish by tomorrow.”

  He smiled encouragingly at her. “Don’t worry. We have another day before the board meeting. We can wrap it up today, even if we have to work late. We’ll do the mock presentation tomorrow.”

  “Thanks.” She flashed him a grateful smile while adjusting strands of her dark brown hair behind her ears. “Nice tie. Bet Rozene selected it for you.”

  Strangely, Gabrielle found herself wondering what he was like at home. She stared at Larry, and perhaps, for the first time, noticed he was a fine looking forty-two-year-old man. His naturally sun-kissed complexion glowed with vitality. He was all male - physically appealing, tall, and lean with toned legs. His clean shaven face, highlighted by miniature dimples from a drop dead gorgeous smile, reflected his bold personality and freedom of spirit. He always seemed indomitable and comfortable in any environment. It was fascinating to watch him navigate the political arena at work.

  “You’re welcome. Yep. Birthday present,” Larry responded, his heart fluttering under her scrutiny. He was no Mr. Universe, but he thought she’d looked a little longer than she should have. These days, he seemed to have the ability to reach every woman on the planet except his wife. “Any questions for me?” He had often provided answers to her work related questions.

  “Nope. Focusing on the presentation.”

  He wished she had several questions as he didn’t feel like being alone. He racked his brain wondering what else he could ask her, then he remembered her husband was going out of town. “Did Blake leave?”

  “Yes.”

  Gabrielle smiled, but Larry saw that the smile didn’t reach her eyes. He hoped all was well between her and Blake. He’d noticed how her eyes would twinkle whenever she called his name.

  “Great,” he responded, watching her keenly. He had been so busy, thinking about his own troubles that he didn’t realize she was submerged in a cloak of sadness. He did not know her well enough to ask questions but he wished he did. Then, maybe, they could share their marital woes. Lord knows, he needed to talk with someone. “Okay. I’ll be in my office,” he told her.

  She nodded.

  He walked into his office and sat in the swivel chair behind his oversized mahogany desk. At least, Gabrielle is not shunning me … like Rozene. He was happy when Rozene took early retirement from her executive marketing position and decided to pursue her passion for writing. In less than three years, she became an international bestselling author. She had written four books – Letters to God, Letters to My Daughter, Letters to My Son, Letters to Husbands, and was now writing, Letters to Wives, which seemed to be taking forever.

  He loved watching her at book signings; she enjoyed being a ‘celebrity’ and he enjoyed being the husband of one. A smile he couldn’t help, curled his lips. He literally had to remind himself to breathe when she spoke with that delightful look on her face about how God inspired her writings. She would have her audience spellbound. Her last book signing occurred last fall - Letters to Husbands, he recalled. It seemed so long ago. Now, she was busy traveling to present at writers’ conferences. He wished she would slow down so they could spend more time together.

  The ringing of his cell phone interrupted Larry’s thoughts. “Hello, Pastor Fotola,” he answered.

  “Larry, how’s it going?”

  “Great. How is it going with you, Pastor?”

  “Going great on this side too. Still trusting in Jesus.” Pastor Fotola laughed in his usual jovial manner. “Just thinking, we need to go over the plans for our upcoming leadership retreat. Wanted to take another look at the agenda and the organizational chart you prepared.”

  “Okay. Which day did you have in mind?” Larry served as the church’s Operations Director, so he was heavily involved in the planning of the annual leadership retreat which was scheduled for next Saturday.

  “Next Wednesday evening, before Bible Study,” Pastor Fotola replied. “Say, six o’clock.”

  “That time would work for me,” Larry responded. He and Rozene usually attended Pastor Robert Fotola’s interactive Bible Studies. It was a blessing to have a spiritually sensitive Pastor and he had benefited from the healthy relationship they shared as Pastor Fotola willingly gave him advice on personal matters.

  “See you then. Have a blessed day,” Pastor Fotola said.

  “You too, Pastor,” Larry responded cheerfully before hanging up. Staring at the wall ahead of him, Larry wondered whether or not to seek Pastor Fotola’s advice on his marital woes.