Til I Overflow by B. Love
She tried to fill him with love and drowned in the overflow.
It was ironic. Poetic Justice, maybe? Whatever the case, Rakeem Owens escaped the streets, and at his retirement party, his home was raided, and he was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. After spending seven years in prison, he is given the opportunity of early release with two major stipulations – probation and volunteer work to give back to the community the Judge believed he took so much from. With no hesitation, Rakeem agrees, but when he finds out that he’ll be serving under Maliah Dixon… jail seems to be a better option.
It was karma. Fate, maybe? Whatever the case, Maliah Dixon is thrilled when she finds out Rakeem will be volunteering with her organization. She started it with her best friend before he went to jail, and it has been her main priority ever since. It was during a visit to see her best friend that she first set eyes on Rakeem, and now that he’s a free man, Maliah was sure there was nothing that would stand in the way of making Rakeem her man.
Rakeem’s heart has been closed and guarded for years, and it will take more than a pretty face and nice frame to soften him toward any woman. But Maliah is determined to not only fill him with her love but be cleansed in the overflow. There is one problem with both water and love, though. Both were soft enough to cleanse and give life yet hard enough to drown and destroy anyone or anything who stand in their way.
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We walked into the dining room hand in hand, memories flooding me with each step. When we were in school, we spent the weekend together at least three times a month. Sometimes it was at her place, sometimes at mine, but we were almost always together.
“I’ll tell you about him, but I want to know what’s up with you first. You’re glowing too, ma’am.”
We sat on the same couch, leg to leg. Hands still locked. Asia released a dramatic exhale before smiling widely. Her hand squeezed my thigh as her head shook.
“Okay, you’re not going to believe this, but…” She paused for dramatic effect, rattling my nerves even more. “I’m getting married!”
We both screamed as I pulled her into my arms.
“Oh my God! Congratulations, Asia! I’m so freaking happy for you!”
“Thank you, boo! And you know I have to have you as my wedding planner. There’s no way around it.” Her grip around me loosened. Voice lowered. “Well, mama wants me to meet with a few other planners. She says a professional should plan my wedding, but I told her that just because you never started a business centered around planning weddings that didn’t mean you were any less capable. I have four more people to meet with today, but I’ve already told daddy that I want you. Since they have agreed to pay for the wedding and let his parents pay for the reception, I’m going to entertain her, but you know you have the job. I’m not getting married if you don’t plan my wedding.”
“Girl, bye!” I yelled through my chuckle before hugging her again. “I’m so happy right now, Asia. For real. Who is he? How did you meet? How did he propose? I need all the details, honey.”
“He’s here now, actually. I’ll go get him so you can meet him. I’m surprised he hasn’t come down yet after hearing all this screaming.”
I chuckled as she stood to leave. Well I’ll be. Asia Hayes is about to get married. That’s crazy. I never thought the wild party child would get married before me, but you never can say. While I waited for her, I pulled my phone out to scroll through my calendar and social media.
“Why are you acting so funny?” I heard Asia ask with a strain in her voice. “You can go back upstairs after you meet her.”
Putting my phone up, I stood to meet the man that had successfully tamed my girl.
As soon as Damon appeared, my mouth opened wide. I snapped it shut not wanting to alarm Asia, but I couldn’t keep my hand from flying to my chest as my knees weakened. A chill shot to my core as my head began to spin. Lowering my hand to my stomach, I plopped down on the couch before my knees gave out on me.
Asia rushed over to me, wrapping her arm around me.
“Are you okay, Corrine?”
She pushed my hair out of my face as she fanned it with her hand, but that didn’t stop the queasy feeling from erupting in my stomach as my entire body heated.
“I have to throw up,” I announced, standing on wobbly legs. Not able to bear the sight of Damon, I lowered my head and my eyes as Asia led me out of the room, but the second I passed him I weakened all over again.
“Damon, help me,” she requested, unable to keep my body up with her own strength, but I’d rather fall than let him touch me again.
Jerking away, I leaned against the wall as I muttered, “I’m okay,” regretting opening my mouth. The vile taste of his betrayal began to rise within my throat. Covering my mouth, I kicked my shoes off and rushed down the hall as quickly as I could. Just making it, I fell against the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach as I hugged it.
The feel of Asia’s hand on my back only made me angrier, but I couldn’t take this out on her. Clearly she didn’t know that there was anything between me and Damon, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to slap the shit out of her for marrying my man.
ABOUT B. LOVE
Voted AAMBC’s 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller, B. Love, is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly.
Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For close to three years, Love has authored over 75 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life.
B. Love’s entire persona is spearheaded by her incredible infatuation with the power of love. Contained within each novel, is an edification created for the glorification of self. Her pen bleeds for the souls who need just an inkling of empowerment. Each story is written with the intent to enlighten, engross and enkindle the passion in whoever picks up her book.