Somebody's Gotta Be On Top [NOOK Book]

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"The only time a woman should be on top is during sex. . ."

So says Darius Jones. At twenty-two, he's grown. . .but he hasn't necessarily grown up. He still thinks the opposite sex exists purely for his satisfaction. Not that he doesn't know how to pleasure a sister;he just doesn't want them telling him the way it's going to be. But trying to be on top all the time only gets him into trouble with the women in his life--including Fancy Taylor. With a regal bearing and skin like brown sugar, Fancy's definitely ...

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Overview

"The only time a woman should be on top is during sex. . ."

So says Darius Jones. At twenty-two, he's grown. . .but he hasn't necessarily grown up. He still thinks the opposite sex exists purely for his satisfaction. Not that he doesn't know how to pleasure a sister;he just doesn't want them telling him the way it's going to be. But trying to be on top all the time only gets him into trouble with the women in his life--including Fancy Taylor. With a regal bearing and skin like brown sugar, Fancy's definitely intriguing. Darius is sure he'd enjoy sampling what the lady has to offer, but that's all. Fancy's past precludes her from being serious relationship material. Yet fate has a way of stepping in and putting the wrong people on the right path. . .

Caught between pride and the call of his own untrusting heart, Darius has a lot to learn: about life, women, and what it takes to find and nurture real love. And if he's not careful, he might just end up on the bottom of everything. . ..

"A page-turner that will keep readers' attention and entertain them in the process." --QBR, The Black Book Review on He's Just a Friend

"Morrison delivers a deep, passionate story that holds readers from beginning to end." --Black Issues Book Review on Never Again Once More

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758263759
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/1/2006
  • Series: Soulmates Dissipate , #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 70,890
  • File size: 477 KB

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Somebody's Gotta Be On Top


By MARY B. MORRISON

Dafina Books

Copyright © 2004 Mary B. Morrison
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7582-0724-7


Chapter One

Monogamy wasn't natural. Monogamy was a learned behavior that Darius couldn't be taught. When would women realize, sex wasn't a bed partner of love? Besides, who could teach Darius how to be faithful? Jesse Jackson? Bill Cosby? Willie Brown? Bill Clinton? His dad, the ménage à trois king? All the men he respected, all the men he knew, were men. Fornicators. Adulterers. Players. The distinction of a real man was that a real man kept his family in the foreground and his females in the background. Like backup singers. Once the song was over, their job was done. Thanks for having made him cum. Now go. With Darius, not many of his lovers deserved an encore.

"Ha!" Darius laughed, then said aloud to himself, "You a fool boy." His office was quiet all morning. No constant phone calls or welcomed interruptions by his sexy secretary, Angel.

Any woman who wanted Darius Jones had to commit to him and only him. His woman had to have a job. Not any job. A high-paying job. Preferably her own business. So what if he had enough money to take care of her. Her mama. And her grandmamma. A woman without a steady income was venomous. A woman with too much idle time was lethal. No piece of ass was worth his millions of dollars. He was the only heir to his mother's empire and one day would split his father's fortune with one of his stepbrothers who was barely four years old.

Darius flipped through the Los Angeles Times, pulled out the sports section, then slid the rest of the newspaper to the edge of his desk. He'd read the business section next. Darius bit his bottom lip in disgust. On the front page, another brother handcuffed, this time a football player, charged with allegedly raping a groupie. "Stupidass athletes. That fool was so busy trying to get laid he couldn't see that trick was tryna get paid. Now his ignant ass might end up broke and in jail. Trick was probably smiling the whole time she was fucking dude." Darius learned observing his mother how a woman could be a man's best advocate and his worst enemy at the same time.

Scanning the other twelve pages, Darius thought, that would've never happened to me if I had gone to the NBA. Those broke leeches in thongs, jiggling their asses on beaches or benches, at the bus stop, were the ones who were constantly plotting and planning-pregnancy, rape, battery-on how to become rich off of a man. For sex. For real. Any wealthy man would suffice. Mike. Kobe. Deon. Including him. Bullshit conniving tricks. They weren't privy to suck his dick.

Fed up with the media favoring the woman's side, Darius traded the sports section for business. While he'd slept, the value of his stocks increased. Money made Darius think about how rich pussy like the Vivica As, and Mary Js, Halles, and Janets of the world needed stroking too. But they also had reputations worth protecting. To them, lawsuits translated into bad publicity. Lost revenue. They'd end the relationship before bringing forth charges. That's the type of women Darius wanted. And if Darius ever caught one of his women cheating, she didn't need to waste his time explaining because he'd personally dismiss her. Immediately!

Thinking about women brought his number-one lady to mind. Darius smiled, picked up the phone, and pressed sixty-nine on his speed dial. His lungs expanded. The warm air escaped his nostrils, grazing his smooth upper lip. Darius removed the elastic band holding his ponytail. Three-hundred sixty-two black pencil-width dreadlocks fell slightly below his shoulders. Darius mastered and measured everything about his body. Dick: nine and three-quarters of an inch long, and four inches thick. Body fat: six point seven percent. Pimples: none. Birthmarks: two. One faded abstract image on the right side of his ass. The other was a black spot on the back of his left earlobe beneath his princess-cut two-carat diamond earring.

"Hey, you," she happily answered.

Her voice penetrated his soul. Chill bumps invaded his skin. The hairs on his arms stood tall. Darius wasn't cold. He swallowed the lump of air clogging his vocal cords then said, "You packed yet? I can't wait to see you tonight. Make sure you arrive two hours early at the airport." Darius deepened his voice then emphasized, "You'd better not miss your flight this time."

Unbuttoning his collar, Darius rolled his burgundy leather high-back chair until his abdomen pressed against the edge of his glass-top desk, creating a crease in his brown Versace jacket. Slowly he placed his finger over the photographic image of her naturally pink-colored lips. Thin and seemingly oh-so-very soft. She looked righteous-not as in holy, as in fine as hell-in the family picture they'd taken a month ago at Thanksgiving dinner with his parents.

"Are you still in the office?" she asked.

Darius's hand traveled from her temple and traced the outline along her straight black hair, which cast a strikingly beautiful contrast against her nearly white complexion. His eyes fixated on hers. She was always nice and polite with a caring-Cancer demeanor other women despised. She was perfect marriage material. She was the ideal woman to rear his kids.

Loving someone more than himself, more than life, more than making money, was absurd and not what Darius had planned. But this special woman-naw, she was more than a woman, she was a lady-had stolen his heart. First she'd become his platonic childhood playmate. Now she was his best friend. With the exception of his boy Keenan whom everyone called K'Nine, she was Darius's only other friend.

The honeysuckle scent of her hair, the subtle movement of her hips when she walked, the provocative melody of her voice each time she innocently laughed while calling his name, the gentleness of her touch whenever she groomed his dreadlocks, the taste of her words lingering on his palate as he gasped into the receiver consumed his thoughts. Nervous energy rumbled in the pit of his stomach. Consciously he erased his boyish grin. She evoked feelings Darius swore he'd never possess for another woman after having been betrayed by his ex-fiancée.

"Of course I'm still in the office, woman. And my staff too. Just because it's the week between Christmas and New Year's doesn't mean the entire week is a holiday. They're not entitled to leave early but I might let 'em go at three. Maybe. Now answer my question." Darius began rearranging the few items on his desk.

"Don't worry. I packed last night. And my dad is dropping me off in a few. I'll call you when my plane gets into LAX." She paused, then whispered, "I miss you, brother."

Why did she keep calling him brother? He was more like a play-brother. Everybody in California claimed relatives that weren't blood related. Play cousins. Sisters. Aunts. Uncles. Mothers and fathers too. His birth parents weren't hers so technically they weren't related. And since Darius's morn was remarried to Wellington Jones, the man his mother should've married instead of marrying Lawrence, Darius felt Ashlee and he were two consenting adults capable of making their own decisions.

Darius remained silent. He rearranged his gold-and-crystal triangular clock to the left side of his nameplate then moved his in-and-out baskets to the opposite end. The shuffled newspaper, cordless phone, notepad, and gold-framed photo were neatly positioned on his spotless desk.

Although Darius spoke with Ashlee every day, three-to-five times each day, he'd practically forgotten about the incident with her dad. Darius hadn't seen Ashlee's father since the day, almost two years ago, when he'd beaten her father for abusing his mother. In retrospect Darius understood Lawrence's frustrations with his morn. After Lawrence's black eye and bruises healed, Darius's mother gave him the shock of his life. Since that day, Darius's feelings for his mother numbed his compassion toward women even more. If his mother were a liar, then every other woman was too. Except his lady on the opposite end of the phone. But the feasibility existed so he couldn't completely trust her either. What a fucked-up world to live in, Darius thought, when the only person he could trust one-hundred percent of the time was himself.

Forgetting about her dad and his mom, Darius massaged his erection through his pleated slacks, hoping she'd continue talking but hopefully not about her dad. Anticipating the sound of her voice made his dick harder. She had him so turned on he wanted to make love. To her. For years. Say something. Anything. Please. His dick urged repeating her tone in his mind. I miss you. He'd missed her too.

She finally broke the silence. "Did you hear me?" Lightly she articulated, "I said, I miss you."

Ashlee's delayed response made Darius believe she was also thinking about him. The cordless phone slipped from between his ear and shoulder so Darius quickly activated the speaker. "Of course I heard you. I just wanted you to repeat it. That's all." He placed his fingers against his thick chocolate lips then laid the same two fingers atop the glass frame over her mouth.

She inhaled then softly said, "I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. How's that? Turn on your cam so I can see you."

No way, Darius thought, staring at the flat-screen monitor on the glass-top L-unit connected to his desk. Kimberly's nude layout changed from covering her tits with sand on Venice beach to clenching a lollipop between her vaginal lips with a caption that read, "Sweeter than candy." Darius unzipped his pants and squeezed his head, suppressing the pre-cum trying to escape his hard-on. He imagined what Ashlee looked like in the nude. Although they'd visited one another for more than ten years, he still had no idea if her nipples were lighter or darker than her breasts. If her pubic hairs were curly or straight. If her clitoris was small or large. Would Darius care for Ashlee the same if they lived together? Would he love her if he married her?

"Hey, lady. I've gotta run. I'll see you later." Darius stood. He secured his relaxed muscle into his black silk boxers, then watched the tiny metal clamps overlap until the last one reached the top.

His lungs suctioned in the much-needed oxygen for his brain when she exhaled an intoxicating, "Bye."

Darius waited until Ashlee hung up, then removed his coat and tossed it onto his chair. He entered the private rest room connected to his office and vigorously rinsed his face with cold water. While staring at his reflection in the mirror, Darius wondered why his mother had lied to him about his biological father. Why she'd waited twenty years to reveal the truth. Why didn't his biological father, Darryl Williams, Sr. display the same love for him as he did for Darius's two half-brothers, Kevin and Darryl, Jr.? The relationship Darius's father had with Darius's half-sister didn't count because daughters were naturally closer to their fathers than sons.

Darryl was a former NBA all-star whom Darius idolized most of his childhood, including the four years Darius started on the varsity basketball team in high school. Darryl was his college basketball coach at Georgetown, which explained why Darius's mother never came to any of his college games. His mother apparently had had an epiphany when her mother died and decided it was time for a damn confession. A truth that mentally scared Darius. Possibly for life.

"Fuck Darryl Williams!" Darius's fists swung fast. Hard. Hitting nothing but air. "Darius Jones don't need anybody but Darius Jones." Darius's anger resurfaced each time he relived the day his mother told him the truth. Tears swelled his eyes. Darius squinted and sighed. His beloved grandmother, Ma Dear, the only woman that never lied to him would've said, "Don't waste time disliking people who don't like you when you can appreciate the many people who do love you." Regaining his composure, Darius knew Ma Dear was right but after his grandmother died, disappointment and resentment befriended him.

Although sometimes Darius drowned in waterless tears, real men, when their hearts ached with sadness and their souls suffocated from failure, didn't show signs of weakness. Darius remembered because Ma Dear's husband Grandpa Robert, whom she'd joined in heaven, told Darius when Darius was four years old, "Boy, looks like you been crying. Crying is for girls and sissies. Remember that." Darius never forgot. Tears. Confessions. There was no way Darius would ever let down Grandpa Robert by displaying a wimpish attitude. Sensitivity belonged to losers like Rodney, the undercover bisexual brother who infected Darius's ex-fiancée with HIV. Darius thought again, what a fucked-up world to live in.

Buying his three-story office building and loaning him a million dollars was just another one of his mother's ways to compensate for her guilt. And Darius had every intention of making his mother suffer for the next twenty years or at least until he felt she'd repaid her debt. Everyone was indebted to something or someone. But if his mother hadn't married Lawrence, Darius wouldn't have met his number-one lady. So perhaps he should've been grateful, but gratitude required expressing feelings.

Shifting his thoughts back to his lady, Darius smiled in the mirror, running his fingers over his locks. He gathered each strand back into a ponytail then admired the sweet brown succulent flesh that hundreds of women had enjoyed feasting upon. Ashlee' flight would arrive at ten o'clock tonight. What would she wear to his parents' New Year's Eve ball? Hell, it didn't matter. Possessing the same qualities as his mother, his stepsister always looked great. Just like his ex-fiancée, Maxine. Ladylike. Feminine.

Darius returned to his desk wondering why was his childhood so gullibly innocent and his adult life so cynical? As a child, if Darius had done wrong, he was easily forgiven. Women adored him. Fantasies of having his own family. A loving wife who'd only love him and he'd exclusively love her. At one time Darius believed that was possible. Until those two fifth-graders told him he could have both of them or his boring girlfriend. She wasn't boring. She was quiet. There was a difference. But two were definitely better than one. Darius had once believed marriage was sacred. Until he witnessed his mother divorcing Lawrence for no apparent reason other than she wanted to marry Wellington.

Why did grown-ups simply lie about shit? Santa. Where babies came from. The Easter bunny. Who was this dude Cupid? Someone who was supposed to make Darius believe he was in love? Most people weren't. Most people were lonely or afraid of being alone so, good or bad, they clung to the familiar. Not Darius.

Chapter Two

Darius walked out of his corner office, one flight down the back exit stairway. The heavy fire door squeaked as he entered the second floor. "How's it going, Randy?" Darius asked his accountant.

(Continues...)

Excerpted from Somebody's Gotta Be On Top by MARY B. MORRISON Copyright © 2004 by Mary B. Morrison. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2008

    BEST SO FAR...FULL OF DRAMA!!!!

    I have been reading the series in order and my favorite was Soulmates Dissipate until I read Somebody's Got To Be On Top! Darius gets himself involved in so much drama in this book, he keeps it interesting. There were times that I just couldnt put it down! What I enjoyed the most was the fact that Mary Morrison keeps you guessing till the very end. I have always been a fan of Carl Weber but now Mary B Morrison is at the top of the list also!!!!!! Cant wait to read their collabo. Keep them coming!!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2007

    This book was off the chain

    I have read all the book in this series and I have to say that Mary B Morrison is a force to be reckoned with. This book had me on the edge of my seat, the whole time. I can't wait to read the collabo that she did with Weber, who is also a fantastic author. Keep up the good work girl cause this book was off the chain

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2013

    This book was so so good... I have been reading the series and t

    This book was so so good... I have been reading the series and they are all GREAT!!! You can't get enough. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2012

    Loved it!!

    AWESOME BOOK!!!! Read the entire series! You will not be disappointed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2011

    Great book

    A must read of the series

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  • Posted June 13, 2009

    somebody's gotta be on top

    While I have not read this book, I am sure I will in enjoy it, I love her books.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2008

    THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!!1

    I loved this book and i read it in 1 day and had bags under my eyes but it was worth it!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2007

    ANOTHER EXCELLENT READ FROM THE SERIES

    This novel was another good one of the series... I was glad to start to hear a little more about ashlee anderson... If kevin were my brother i wouldv'e drop kicked him like a donkey once i found out what he'd done... And darius needs to get it together with these women before he ends up dead...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2006

    Somebody's Gotta Be on Top

    This book was off the hook!!! Mary is doing her thang ok all of them are great!! I would say read them in order it makes it more better. I mean they are so good in will have you all into to from start to finish!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2005

    A NEW FAN IS BORN

    This is my first time reading this author's work. A friend recommended it to me and it was right on point. I loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2005

    It's da bomb

    I read this book in about two days and it only took that long because I had to go to work. It's a good book. If you want to get a first look on betrayal and love scandals just to get ahead, you should really consider reading this book because this book has it all. I promise once you pick it up you aint gone want to put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2005

    Always On Point

    Mary B. is always on point and she didn't disappoint with her latest. If you haven't read any of her books you should. Her books are all part of a series. Some better than others, but all are really good. She doesn't sugar-coat anything in this book. It's real and raw.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2005

    Love it!

    One person that made this book crazy was Darius. He was off the hook in this book. I loved this book just like the others. Keep it going Mary!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2005

    Worth reading

    I enjoyed this book and the ending is what caught me by surprise.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2005

    Great Read

    I think I finished reading 'Somebody's' in about 3 days and that was mostly because I had to go to work. The book was great and filled with just enough grit and drama to seem realistic. I still don't care for Darius' character but he does epitomize a majority of the young, black male's perception of women; negative because he was hurt which is understandable to a degree. It wasn't too long or lacking in the graphic area in any way. I'm just ANXIOUSLY waiting for part 5 to come out while I read part 3(which I knew nothing about until I went to Mary Morrison's website). I would recommend this book to anyone, even non-readers. Like me, I'm sure you can find something in there that you can relate to even slightly. Keep 'em coming, Mary.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2005

    i loved it

    I was truly blown by the way Morrison intertwined her characters. I read this book in an hour and a half. It keeps you guessing and gives you an unexpected ending that lives up to the title.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2005

    Read this in 1 day

    The only thing I am mad at is where the book left off at, at the end! The last line to the book is a jaw dropper! This book was just as good as the 1st book! Mary Please hurry with the sequel!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2004

    Okay, but not as good as previous boooks

    I enjoyed the first two books in this series and even enjoyed the book itself all the way until the end. I think the ending was little too overdone and leaves you dissapointed instead of anxious for the next one. I'de like to see this series end already and not continue to drag on. 4 books is e

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2004

    Another Winner

    Mary B. Morrison just keeps churning out bestsellers. It's hard to say which book is best, so just read everything she's written. You won't be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2004

    Great Book

    This is and excellent sequel to the previous books, and keeps you waiting for the next one. The characters are well developed and make you feel like you know them. Sometimes you feel like yelling at them, to think and learn from thier mistakes. This book really shows you just how far a mother is willing to go for her child.

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