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Love Frustration

Love Frustration

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by RM Johnson

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Have you ever been frustrated because you are in love with someone you can't have?

Jayson Abrahms wants nothing more than to settle down. Thankfully, in less than a week he will marry Faith Sheppard, the love of his life. But there is one issue — Jayson's best friend, Asha Mills. Not only is she gorgeous, but Asha and Jayson also used to be lovers.


Have you ever been frustrated because you are in love with someone you can't have?

Jayson Abrahms wants nothing more than to settle down. Thankfully, in less than a week he will marry Faith Sheppard, the love of his life. But there is one issue — Jayson's best friend, Asha Mills. Not only is she gorgeous, but Asha and Jayson also used to be lovers. Concerned about Asha's intentions, Faith delivers an ultimatum, forcing Jayson to make the toughest decision of his life: Either Asha goes, or Faith will.
Jayson cannot bring himself to end the friendship. When he lies to Faith and tells her Asha is out of the picture, he never expects Faith to learn his secret, but when she does, she decides to get even. Jayson, still believing that things are as they should be, plans to meet Faith at a hotel room for her surprise party. Instead, it is Jayson who receives a horrible shock. He soon learns that not just Faith has been harboring secrets; Asha turns out to be a very different woman from the one he fell in love with years ago.
Sexy and real, Love Frustration candidly confronts what happens when people have what they don't want and love what they can't have.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
E. Lynn Harris RM Johnson explores the most significant issues in our society today with a respect, a poignancy, a knowledge that make him, undoubtedly, the writer for the new millennium.

Eric Jerome Dickey RM Johnson's writing is powerful and bold. He deals with serious issues in prose that evokes all of the senses. His writing is from the heart, thought-provoking, and life-changing; he moves the reader from the first word.

Colin Channer RM Johnson has set his sights on becoming one of the most daring and insightful novelists of his generation.

Publishers Weekly
After turning out several relatively staid novels about the Harris family, Johnson changes directions with this randy sexual soap opera, in which half a dozen young Chicago professionals try to bed-hop their way to the perfect partner. The story starts optimistically with protagonist Jayson Abrams and his fiancee, Faith, about to wed, but jealousy threatens the relationship when Faith feels threatened by Jayson's ex, a sexy, multiracial massage therapist named Asha Mills, and orders him to terminate his close friendship with her. In the fight that follows, the wedding is canceled. Asha, it turns out, has problems of her own when she receives a marriage proposal from her rich boyfriend, Gill, just after she discovers that she has a preference for female partners. Her first tryst is a successful liaison with a sexy older client named Angie, but Asha's next offer is an unwelcome pass from a co-worker, a bossy lesbian named Big Les who catches Angie and Asha in the act and demands a piece of the action. Jayson, meanwhile, discovers Faith in flagrante with her married lover, launching the still-besotted couple into a series of head games as each amps up the jealousy factor. Johnson writes serviceable prose, but rather than develop credible romantic situations, he consistently chooses ludicrous, over-the-top sexual subplots in a narrative that rarely goes more than a chapter without a sex scene or romantic intrigue. The lurid, nonstop booty action dilutes the quality of the story line as well as the erotic power of the novel, making this effort a disappointment from an author with a solid track record. (Oct.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
The course of true love does not run smoothly for Jayson, whose relationships with women always come to a bad end. Even Faith, a beautiful social worker who promises to marry him, is only using him. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Sex and more sex among the buppies of Chicago.

Black businessman Jayson Abrahms is madly in love with fiancée Faith, a social worker, but he can’t stand her best friend Karen, who has no manners at all, even offered him the chewed-up remnants of the last breadstick on the table when he complained about the way she helped herself to it. Guess he’ll have to accept Faith’s friends whether he likes them or not—damn, he’d do anything for that woman. His friend Asha, a beautiful half-Japanese, half–Native American, privately thinks Jayson lets Faith walk all over him but she keeps quiet. Asha, a masseuse, has troubles of her own. She’s attracted to the women she rubs down at the spa, but she doesn’t believe she could possibly be gay. After all, she’s engaged to Gill, a handsome brown brotha and successful investment banker from North Carolina who loves to spoil her with trinkets, attention, and pounding sex in the shower. Yet Asha can’t stop fantasizing about the luscious breasts, perky nipples, and rounded buttocks. Meanwhile, her latest love, Angie, can’t come out of the closet because of her young son. She doesn’t want him mashing naked Barbie dolls together at school and announcing that he has two mommies. So Asha pines for Angie, who enjoys her sensual ministrations—until huge, mean Leslie ("Big Les") tries to come between them, hoping the beautiful masseuse will perform oral sex on her. Spurned, Les plots revenge—as we segue to Faith, having an affair with studly Gary, who’s married. Clueless Jayson can’t believe the videotape, thoughtfully provided by Karen, of Faith enthusiastically fellating Gary. Does Karen want to supplant Faith in his affections? Is she just a bitch? Well, nomore than Les, who subjects Asha to a lesbian gang rape with a monster dildo wielded by a few of her prison pals. And so on.

Lubricious trash, the fourth from the bestselling author of The Harris Family (2001).

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Chapter One

I was getting married in less than a week, I thought, as I sat in Ozzio's, an expensive, dimly lit Italian restaurant in downtown Chicago. I was there with my fiancée, Faith, and a couple of other people. I had brought along my best friend, Asha. My fiancée gave me sideways looks for claiming her as such, but we went way back, and whether Faith liked it or not, Asha was my girl. Then there was Faith's best friend and soon to be bridesmaid, Karen. I wasn't crazy about her ass, but then again, she wasn't too fond of me either. I'd asked Faith a thousand times why she even planned this dinner, trying to squirm my way out of it, because I knew what was in store.

"Whether you like it or not, Karen's my best friend, and this will be a good opportunity for you two to get to know each other better."

"Sure," I'd said, conceding. "We'll see."

"What is your problem? Why are you looking at me like that?" And now, here was Karen talking to me from across the table, catching me giving her the death ray stare as she stole the last bread stick.

"Maybe it's because you took the last bread stick out of the basket, like you did the last basket. There're three other people here. Maybe somebody else wanted it. Ever thought of that?"

"Yeah," Karen said, taking a bite out of the very bread stick I was talking about. "And if they did, they would've grabbed it. Ever thought of that?"

"Maybe they didn't have time, because you grabbed at it like there was a prize for getting it first."

"Or maybe you're just mad because you didn't get it first."

"Just have the waiter bring some more," Asha said to me, softly, nudging my elbow.

"Yeah. Listen to your girl. Have the waiter bring some more," Karen said. She was no longer eating the bread stick, but holding it like a cigar, waving it in my face, teasing me with it. I didn't really want the thing at first, but now that she had it, she made me feel as though I really did want it, and badly.

"No, I won't have the waiter bring some more. We shouldn't have to race and eat fast every time we eat with Karen, because we're afraid she'll steal all the food from us."

"Okay, Jayson, cool," Karen said. "You want the bread stick? Fine." And then she stuffed the entire thing in her mouth, churned it around in there a few times, then let it ooze out into her cupped hand, and extended the gooey mess out toward me.

"Here's your bread stick, if it means that much to you."

Man, I was boiling at that point, but I remained as calm as I could and said, "You better put that back in your mouth, or else I'll do it for you."

"All right, all right," Faith said, standing up. "I don't care if you two can't stand each other, this weekend, you're going to be best friends. Jayson and I are getting married on Sunday. Can't you two please act like you have some sense until the damn wedding is over?"

I looked at Faith and knew my soon-to-be wife was right. Then I looked at Karen. I could act civilized if that's what Faith wanted, even though it'd be a stretch, considering Karen tried to do everything within her power to keep me and Faith from getting married, from even staying in the relationship.

"Faith is right," Asha said.

Asha and I were like brother and sister, although five years ago, we were involved for almost eight months. And even though I'd told Faith on countless occasions that there was nothing going on between us now, she still seemed to watch me suspiciously when I was around Asha. Faith didn't like the idea that I rented my downstairs unit to her, and didn't like the fact that I was so adamant about remaining friends with her. The truth was, I could kinda understand, because Asha was the most beautiful woman I'd ever set eyes on. She was like half Native American and half Japanese. Hell of a combination. And what resulted was a gorgeous woman with a beautiful copper complexion, like a shiny new penny. She had silky, straight black hair that she always parted down the middle and wore in long braids on either side of her head. She had a perfect body, generous-sized breasts, not huge, but definitely large enough to have fun with. Her hips and ass were shapely and tight, and her waist was so tiny, it looked as though a man could wrap his hand entirely around it.

Women were jealous of Asha, spreading all sorts of rumors about her, trying to belittle her in an attempt to make themselves feel more significant. Especially women who had low self-esteem, were less than attractive, and had to pal around with a fine girlfriend just to get men to look in their direction, which was exactly what Karen did when she hung with Faith.

"You two need to chill," Asha said. "Especially you, Karen."

"You have no place telling anybody who needs to be chillin'," Karen said, rolling her head around on her neck. "And why you always feel the need to defend Jayson. He's a grown man, or is this how things worked when you two were kickin' it?"

"Nobody's defending Jayson, and it's none of your business how we did things when we kicked it."

"Oh, I was just wondering, because the way you all up under him, it looks like you still kickin' it with him," Karen said, looking over Asha harshly, then passing a glance at Faith. "Your little ass needs to let the past alone, and start calling the date line to find yourself another man."

My entire body tightened up. I looked over at my girl, Asha, as she slowly stood up, her hands closing into fists at her sides, looking like she was about to leap over the table to get at Karen. And then, as if she read my mind, she lurched forward, lunging across the table, clawing out, desperately trying to grab any part of Karen.

Faith whipped her head in my direction, telling me to do something, with her wide-eyed, angry glare.

"I got a man. You the one who's screwing a dirty ass, busted vibrator," Asha yelled.

I shot out of my seat, grabbed Asha around the waist and wrestled her back.

"Asha, Asha! What the hell are you doing?" I said. People dining in the restaurant were craning their heads, trying to get a look at what was happening.

"Let her go! We can do it right here," Karen said, shooting up from her chair, whipping her cloth napkin out of her lap and throwing it to the floor, as if implying the same fate would happen to Asha if she were bold enough to make a move. "She's disrespecting my girl just days before she gets married, all up in your face all the time. We can go right here."

"Nobody's going anywhere," I told Karen, holding an arm out toward her. And while I was trying to make sure that Karen didn't try anything, Asha was fighting to get away from me, whispering in my ear, "Jayson, just let me go. Just let me go for a minute, so I can kick that bitch's ass once and for all. Please, Jayson."

"No, Asha."

"C'mon, Jayson. You heard what she said to me. I let that stuff go without an ass whoopin', people'll start believing it. C'mon, for one minute," she pleaded again, still struggling to get loose.

"I said no!" I raised my voice.

"Well, fuck you then!" She broke away from me and hurried toward the door.

"That bitch better leave," I heard Karen say.

I shot her a stare that if Karen read correctly said, if you say another word, I'm gonna stick both my feet so far up your ass, I'll be using you for a sleeping bag.

She looked away and I ran after Asha. I caught her just outside the front door and grabbed her by the arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't talk to me. And let me the hell go," she said, staring down at my hand around her arm.

"Why you trippin'?"

"You see how Karen's always coming at me, and what do you do? Hold me back. I thought you were supposed to be my boy, and you hold me back."

"Why do you even care what she says, Asha? Why do you always let her bother you?"

"I'm just tired of her shit. Every time I look in your direction, or say two words to you, she act like I got my hand down your pants. What's up with that? I'm sick of it," Asha said, looking angrier, and more upset than I felt she should've looked, considering the circumstances. There was something more going on than what had just happened in the restaurant. I just knew it by the sadness in her eyes.

"I don't know what her problem is. Maybe she's jealous of me and Faith and you and Gill. She's mad that everybody has somebody but her. But that's her problem, not yours. You can't let that get to you, you hear me?" I took her chin in my hand. She looked up into my eyes. I felt her hurting, so much more than she was letting on, and she meant so much to me that I would've done anything at that moment to stop it.

"You hear what I'm talking about, girl? Don't let her get you down. She's just jealous, is all. We both have people we love, and all she's got is that, how'd you put it...Dirty-ass busted vibrator."

Asha smiled, and that was all I wanted to see. I was happy. She grabbed me in a hug, kissed me on the cheek, right on the corner of my lips.

"I love you, Jayson," she said, leaning away from me, smiling.

"I love you back. So what, you coming back in?"

"Not if you don't want to see that booga bear's eyes on the end of my fingernails," she said, pretending to claw at me.

"Okay, maybe you're right. You want me to drive you home?"

"No, Jayson. Everybody's in there celebrating your wedding."

"But you came with me. I should take you back. Besides, they probably haven't even noticed that we've been gone. Faith and Karen are probably in there cackling like hens. I'll take you back," I offered again.

"Naw. You go on. I'll be all right," Asha said, turning toward the curb where there was a cab waiting.

"All right, but when I get home, I'm going to knock on your door to check on you."

"Okay, I'll be up. But really, don't worry about it. I'm fine." She got in the cab, and closed the door.

I stood there just watching as the car drove down the street and made a left. She was okay, she said. But I had known her far too long and far too well to believe that. Something was bothering her, and though I wasn't going to pry to find out what it was, I would make myself available to her whenever she was finally ready to let me know. Comparing Asha and my fiancée, Asha was the one I'd known longer, the one I'd been through the most with, and friendships were very important to me, considering I'd been deprived for so long.

I was feeling good that I'd made Asha feel better, and when I turned around I was smiling. But that smile quickly dropped from my face when I saw Faith standing outside the restaurant, by the door, not ten feet from me.

"Is everything okay in there?" I asked, walking toward her, unable to think of anything else to say, hoping, praying that she wouldn't ask questions about what had just happened, that is, if she even witnessed it.

"Is everything okay out here?" she said, looking at me weirdly, like I should've felt guilty about something.

"Yeah. Everything's cool. Everything's fine." I stopped in front of her, wrapped my arm around her waist and prepared to walk back into the restaurant, but she didn't move, just stood there, staring at me, that same weird look on her face.

"What?" I said.

"What do you mean, what? How do you think I feel? Days before I'm supposed to get married, and I'm putting up with these accusations that Karen makes about you and your girl. Accusations that you claim aren't true — "

"They aren't true," I interjected.

"If they aren't, why do I have to come out here and see what I just saw?"

"Faith, baby," I said, caressing her face in both my palms, looking deeply into her eyes. "She's my friend. That's all. I've told you this a thousand times."

Faith turned her eyes down, looking sadly away from me. "Sometimes, I just think she means more to you than I do."

"No, no, no," I cooed. I grabbed her hand, kissed her finger, very near the diamond I'd given her. "You're the one that's wearing the ring. You're the one I'm marrying, the one that'll be having my children. Now tell me who means more to me."

I saw a smile start to emerge on her lips, and when I lifted her chin, her anger and uncertainty seemed to have disappeared.

"So is everything cool?" I asked, smiling myself.

She looked at me as though she was considering the gravity of the question, as though there was more to it than just a yes or no answer.

"Yeah," she finally said. "I guess everything's cool." She grabbed my hand, almost tight enough to break the bones in it, and pulled me back toward the restaurant.


Copyright © 2002 by R. Marcus Johnson

Meet the Author

R.M. Johnson is the author of nine novels, including bestsellers The Harris Family and The Million Dollar Divorce. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Chicago State University. He currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.

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Love Frustration 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Blackpearl40 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Hope he writes a sequel. I would love to know what happened to the relationships.
penzie03 More than 1 year ago
I'm addicted to Mr. RM Johnson style of writing.....I would have to agree that it required more.....would have wanted more added to this book.....left me wondering....I hope Mr. Johnson decides to right a sequel to this book to let us know how their relationships ended....
Natasha Brown More than 1 year ago
a very good read. the end of the books make you want to know more!! I love RM Johnson's style of writing
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is my third book that I have read by R.M. Johnson, I just couldnt get enough. This book just tells you at you should never give up on love.
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"fatalstrike!" She yelled at her friend as she an down the path. She was panting from running. "Whats wrong?"
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The story line was interesting but not enought to hold my attention.
Guest More than 1 year ago
While this book did hold my intrest, the ending was disapointing. It just was not believable. Especially after indicating the character had a chance to reevaluate the situation, and would still make that choice
Guest More than 1 year ago
That book was really good. One of the best books I've ever read. It hit on a lot of things that make love so frustrating especially in the Black community. Trust me I know firsthand. It had me on the edge of my seat the whole way through. Just when you think that it's gonna end one way another thing happens to change you're mind about how it's gonna end. It's ends like you don't expect it to but hope it will. It hit on a lot of stuff that happens or the way people feel during love but it's explained so well coming from a male point of view. It made me realize that men do have feelings and from reading the book I understand how they feel and I see how they express them. I think R.M. Johnson is a great author and even though that was the first book I read by him I see myself reading plenty more of his books. I would recommend this book to anyone who can read but is not under the age of 11 cause I'm 15 and I enjoyed it myself.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was one of the best books that I have ever read...and I read a lot of books! Drama began from the very beginning...and just when you thought you had predicted what would happen next something twisted and unexpected would happen! I really enjoyed reading this book and I would definitely recommend other readers read this! It is worth your time!
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I won't lie to you and tell you that I liked this book all the way through and everything was peachy. I learned a couple things about myself while reading this book. For example, for a minute, I thought I was a little homophobic. But it was weird because I didn't feel this way when I read E. Lynn Harris' books. It was wild to me to read about two lesbians try to find love because I had never read it before and being a heterosexual woman, it went over my head at first. But then I blew the chip off my shoulder and read the doggone book and I liked it. There were mixed feelings of pity, delight, comfort, curiosity, and disgust but many more where I laughed out loud (Big Les was totally vivid) and I have to give credit where credit is due. This book was controversial, organized, and the end was uncomfortably realistic. Read it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i enjoyed this book from beginning to end. He hit every aspect of best friends and being foolishly in love.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy this book alot. The writing was excellent. I would recommend this book to my friends. I can't wait for the next book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Unfortunately, this is the first novel that I've had the opportunity of reading by Mr. RM Johnson. I found it to be very fulfilling from beginning to end. The reviews did not do this story any justice. I found it to be very well balanced with just enough of everything to keep you interested. All of the characters were very realistic. I look forward to reading all of Mr. Johnson's novels, the ones that he's written and have yet to write. He's an authentic storyteller and I recommend this book to anyone who has, is, or will fail in love. It gives you hope to believe in and love yourself, then it will find you. You go R. Marcus Johnson! Your writing skills are absolutely exquisite.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent book. I read it on one day, I could not put it down. Please go out and get this book, it tacked everyday issues of this day and age. I was really impressed. One of the best books I have read in a long time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was very enjoyable. Many deep issues that keep you interested as they unravel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first book that I've read from R.M. Johnson. It was good from the begining to the end. I enjoyed this book and I'm looking forward to reading more of his work.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again R M Johnson has written another amazing book. Though this book is unlike any of his other books, it is an irresistibly well done novel about love and romance. A real page turner that is worth every cent.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Love Frustration is an appropriate title for RM Johnson's newest novel. If you want to read a story about how interwoven relationships can be, this is the book for you. The novel's strengths include breezy dialogue and action, page after page of sensual scenes, humor, and eloquent writing. The pacing is fast which will make for an easy read. The twists that the relationships experience will also keep a reader engaged. This was my first RM Johnson read and he had me hooked.