A Scandalous Love Affair

by Jessica M.

  Deciding to contact Kash to see if she was alone, I hit her contact information and sent a text.

  Hey, are you ok? Are you free to talk or are your parents still there?

  Hey, I’m alone. My father left earlier and my mother just left. She caught an Uber back to the hotel to clean herself up. She said she would be back in an hour.

  Ok, I’m on the way.

  Showering and getting dressed as fast as I could, I headed out to the hospital so I could meet up with Kash before anyone returned. There wouldn’t be any suspicion if I was seen visiting Kash because she’s my sister-in-law, but we needed to have a conversation about where we stood and what she planned to do about this baby she was carrying.

  It took me no time to make it to the hospital. Parking my ride, I headed inside. Making my way to her room, I was a tad bit nervous, hoping that Kash and I would be on the same page about getting rid of the baby.

  Shoving the door open, there sitting on the edge of her bed was her ghetto friend Meesha, who I really didn’t care for, and some dude I’d never seen before. Entering the room, all eyes were on me. The dark-skin ghetto chick grinned this sneaky ass smile, and the dude looked me up and down like he wanted to do something. As you know, I’m from the hood so I instantly went into defense mode.

  “What’s up?” Meesha grinned, the dude didn’t say a word, and Kashae seemed out of her element.

  “Hey Don, you remember Meesha, and this is her brother Messiah, but we call him Si.”

  Dude still didn’t say shit which made me a little uneasy.

  “I was just checking on you before heading in to work.”

  “Oh ok, thanks. Yea, Meesha and Si just showed up to check on me too.” She forced a smile, but I could tell it was fake. She was nervous.

  The way dude had his hand placed on her leg caressing her knee didn’t sit well with me. He was a little too close for comfort in my opinion, and her ass had a lot of explaining to do. Was she fucking with ol’ dude behind my back?

  “A’ight cool, so how you feeling?” I stayed back, surveying ol’ boy and Meesha.

  “I’m good, thanks.” Her voice was low and she stayed away from eye contact.

  At this point, I didn’t know what to think about this situation. This dude had his hands on her like she belonged to him.

  “A’ight, well call if you need anything.”

  She offered a smile. “Ok, I will. Thanks for checking on me Don.”

  “Yea, thanks for checking on her Don,” Meesha mocked Kash and then fell out laughing. And dude mugged me.

  What the hell was so funny? And what was dude’s issue?

  “Did I miss something?” I questioned the ghetto princess.

  “Yea nigga, you funny as hell coming up here like you the concerned brother-in-law. Nigga, we know she your baby mama. You should be ashamed of yourself.” This bitch was laughing hysterically while all the blood drained from Kash’s face.

  Fuck! Why would she tell them about me? Our secret was out now!

  All I could do was leave.

  Karmen

  Calling an Uber to take me back to the hospital to get my car, I decided against going inside to see about Kash, in case my father was there. Paying the driver and hopping in my car, I headed to the church to meet Maddox.

  Only a few minutes later, I was pulling into the driveway of the church, and the parking lot was vacant except for Maddox’s new 2020, charcoal-gray G-wagon. Smirking, I laughed to myself that this nigga was now pushing a G-wagon like he was the head pastor of a mega church or some shit. Give a nigga some money and they went crazy. His ass was pushing a damn black Suburban just three months ago before getting the role of senior pastor.

  Shaking my head, I shut my car off, grabbed my purse from the passenger seat and headed inside to put this shit to death. There would be no more Maddox Wells. I thought I made that shit clear, but this nigga wasn’t taking no for an answer. Checking out the parking lot, I wanted to be sure no one was around. Sometimes the groundskeeper would be on the property cleaning up, but today, not even he was here.

  Searching for my key inside my purse, the door buzzed signifying it was already opened. I should’ve known his ass was watching the cameras from his office. Walking inside, suddenly this eerie feeling swept over my body. It was freezing in the building and it was so empty. Usually, there was always someone here in the building whether it be the secretary Sister Alma, the cleaning crew or somebody, but today it was unusually quiet.

  Walking briskly down the hallway towards Maddox’s office, his door was slightly ajar. Pushing his door open, his leather, brown swivel chair was facing the large window, but he quickly turned around to face me when he heard me enter.

  Smiling, he stood up to greet me.

  “What the hell you smiling for?” I placed my purse on his desk.

  Rounding the desk, he went in for a hug but I positioned my hand straight out to stop him.

  With a confused look on his face, his tongue swiped across his lips.

  “No, this is over between us. I told you that when your wife called me to that damn hotel room and today, she has your fucking daughter calling my place of business playing around. And you knooooow I don’t play about my damn money.” I folded my arms across my chest.

  “What? Marlene is in town? When did this happen?” I could tell he really didn’t know that his scary ass wife had called in their guard dog of a daughter to so call “straighten me out.”

  “Not long ago.”

  “Man, I’m so sorry baby. I promise I’ll take care of it.” He lowered his voice as he reached for me again, but this time I took a step back.

  “No! Maddox, did you not hear me? I’m done with this. I have my marriage back on track and I’m-I’m pregnant now, so this has to end. Plus, you know how much I hate damn drama, and being with you brings that. So, let this be the last time you call, text, or ask to see me. This is a wrap!”

  Instead of spazzing out on me about what I said, he began to laugh this haunted laugh that I’d never heard before. He was scaring me, and it took a lot for me to be scared.

  “Pregnant? How far along?” He was still laughing, making chills run down my spine.

  “Maddox, it doesn’t matter. Like I said, my marriage is good now, I’m about to have a baby, so this shit has to stop. Go home to Marlo and work things out. Tell her you’re sorry and I’ll never be a problem for either of you again.”

  I hadn’t seen a doctor yet, but based on my period, I was about seven weeks pregnant. I knew that wasn’t accurate all the time, but my periods were like clockwork so I was pretty sure my calculations were on point. None of that even mattered though, because my husband was the only one I had been with as far as sex.

  Walking to where his chair was, he took a seat, folding his hands in the praying position. Lowering his head and closing his eyes, I had no idea what he was doing.

  “Well, I’m leaving. Please do as I asked of you.”

  When I snatched my purse from his desk, he raised his head.

  “If it all could be so simple, my beautiful friend.”

  “What the hell are you talking about Maddox? I don’t have time for your riddles.” He was making me agitated and when that happened, anything was a go.

  “A few weeks ago when we met, you didn’t like the bottle of cognac I purchased. Remember you said it had a funny taste and the shit had you woozy?”

  “Yea, what about it? The shit was cheap and you know I don’t do cheap anything. But anyway, what’s your point?”

  “My point is, you were past woozy my love. I know your parents weren’t dumb enough to never mention to you to pour your own drinks or watch them with your own eyes being made.” He smirked.

  I had no idea what his ass was getting at, but I was over this game he was playing. Turning to head out, I was done with Pastor Maddox Wells. I’d miss his money for sure, but my husband and baby were well worth never seeing him again.

  “Before you leave my love, let me know
when your appointment is. I’d love to be there to hear the heartbeat of my child.”

  Dropping my purse to the floor, I spun around to face Maddox. I knew what he was saying, but I had to hear it from his mouth to know if it were real.

  Please God! No! It couldn’t be!

  “That night, I slipped a little GHB in your drink. For months I have been teased by you. You let me touch you, see it, and even taste that sweetness sometimes, but that wasn’t enough. For all the money I spent with you, there was no way you were going to keep denying me the real thing.”

  I stood frozen in place. My ankles seemed to be held down by concrete cinder blocks. My heartbeat was about to burst out of my chest and my tears fell like a water fall.

  Screaming at the top of my lungs, there was no way he was saying what I thought he was saying.

  God no! There was no way Pastor Maddox Wells was the father of my baby.

  Pastor Maddox Wells

  Keep your judgmental spirits to yourself. Pastors are men too and we aren’t perfect just because we love the Lord. Now we know better and should do better, but fighting this flesh could be tough sometimes, especially when you have fine little young things like Karmen Howard Nash parading around here teasing you.

  My goal was to never come on to Karmen, but she wanted it and she knew exactly what her lil’ ass was doing too. I did ask her for help with the church books because her father already had her in place, so why fix something that wasn’t broke? It was only right I kept her on working since she knew this church like the back of her hand.

  Karmen would come in to help me with these little, tight dresses or skirts on but thought I wasn’t gone say nothing? Didn’t make any sense to me. If she wanted to be respected then she should’ve acted that way. Her dress when she met with me was never appropriate. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her. I loved God, but I was still a man, and not a blind man. She showed up dressed like she was meeting friends or attending a party at every meeting we had. My wife happened to be around a few times when she came to the office to help me out and warned me that I needed to stop asking Karmen for help and hire someone else, but I told her I was a grown man and knew how to control myself. Well, I lied! I thought I could handle it, but the more she came around and the more we flirted without her stopping me, made me want her more.

  It was a touch and tease thing for a while, but then we started meeting in Greenville, which was convenient for me because that’s where I lived anyway. Any time I could meet Karmen, I did. I could honestly say I became addicted. I had to see her, touch her, and most of all, taste her. She was young and able to do things my wife wouldn’t dream of doing. I tried asking Marlo to watch porn or try new things, but she always called me disgusting and complained that we were too old for all that. Her words, not mine. I was a man no matter how old I was and when she shut me down, I just went elsewhere. That elsewhere was with Karmen. I didn’t like it, but I liked what we did and how she made me feel. She fulfilled a fantasy that I wanted my entire married life. Marlo never wanted to try new things. She was fine with me lifting one leg, a few pumps, and then we were done. It wasn’t enough for me.

  Although every time Karmen and I saw one another it was a cat and mouse game, I still wanted her. She never gave me oral sex or let me actually have sex with her. At most she allowed me to touch her breasts, stick my finger inside of her, lick her body, and even watch her tease herself, but that only satisfied a portion of what I wanted. How long did she think the teasing and shit would last? I wanted my hard-on to be inside of her, but she made it quite clear that would never happen. Me, I never understood that so I took it upon myself to make shit happen on my own.

  Some may call it rape, but I called it going to the next level. She knew that all the shit she was doing would eventually lead to me wanting more. And because she wasn’t a willing participant, then I had to help things move along accordingly. Karmen knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, whether she admitted it or not.

  Now her ass was standing here like a wounded dog that had been run over by a car. Hollering and screaming like I was on the verge of raping her ass now. She needed to stop with all the theatrics.

  “You need to calm down Karmen.” I rested my back against my swivel chair.

  “Calm down?” She was hysterical and I could understand that, but she knew that eventually my grown ass was gone want to feel her.

  We had even progressed to naked photos over the last week or so. I would send her money through her Cash App or Apple Pay and she’d sneak off in another room away from her husband and family and send them to me. My wife got ahold of my phone recently and saw what was going on, and she thought it was the end of the world. I mean, I asked her to cater to my cravings with sex, but it wasn’t important to her, so why be mad when I stepped out to get it from a willing participant? Women, you just couldn’t please their asses!

  Marlo was my heart and always had been, it’s just that her sexual appetite didn’t match mine, causing me to step outside the marriage with someone who could. She was upset finding the nudes of Karmen, saying most men would’ve erased them, but hell nah. I paid for them, so I wanted to see them anytime I felt the need to. I didn’t plan to keep sending Karmen money for more nudes when I could just save the ones I already had. Then she said I just didn’t care because I didn’t hide anything. Why hide when she knew she wasn’t satisfying me? Where else would my sexual appetite be fed? I went to God about it, I went to my wife about it, and my urges for sex never ceased, so when Karmen threw that smile and ass around, why not give it to someone who wanted it?

  There were plenty of grown people in our church doing foolish things and that’s how I got the GHB to drug Karmen. Miss Betty’s grandson had been in trouble with the law plenty of times, and he called me to get him out without telling his grandmother so in return, I asked him for a favor and the favor was to get me the drug. I did a search on date-rape drugs that weren’t easily detected and found out that GHB was the best and cheapest way to go. Going to her grandson after services one day, I told him what I needed and if he wanted his jail business to stay away from his grandmother, then he’d do as I asked. A few hours later, I met him and he delivered. I used the drug on Karmen a few weeks ago and now she claimed to be pregnant. I knew for the good of everyone it would be great if it was her husband’s baby, but I knew there was a great chance of it being mine too.

  I was too old for kids. I already had a son that didn’t fool with me and then there was my nosey daughter Marlene who I couldn’t wait to tear into. First, my wife would get it because she knew how much I hated our kids in our business. Grown or not, no parent should taint their kids by telling them their business with the other parent.

  I thought once Karmen came to that night she’d know something was wrong, but after sleeping it off, she thought she had just had too much off that cheap alcohol, as she kept referring to it. When she got home and never mentioned her middle being sore, I knew I had gotten away with it. I didn’t take pride in taking it that way, but it was what it was.

  I wanted her.

  And I got her.

  Rushing towards my desk, she grabbed every figurine she could get her hands on, tossing them in my direction. Jumping up, I covered my head, careful not to be struck. She was going crazy like a wild animal, destroying everything in her path, including wall paintings, files, and anything within reach that could be thrown at me. Finally, pausing long enough to tackle her from behind, she hit the floor, landing on her stomach while I held her down from the back.

  Our struggle came to an end when I heard a loud voice in the background.

  “MADDOX, GET THE HELL OFF MY DAUGHTER!”

  Both of our bodies froze in place.

  It was none other than Karmen’s father, Rev. Howard.

  How the hell was I getting out of this one?

  Kashae

  When my mother asked me was I pregnant, I almost lost it. But then, I was saved by Meesha and Messiah. Letting out a long sigh, I
was glad our conversation was interrupted. I knew it wasn’t over, but at least it was postponed. It was crazy how my mother could look at me and tell my ass was pregnant. That was not the plan.

  Don had texted right after my mother left and Meesha along with Messiah walked in wanting to see me. I didn’t want Don to know that Meesha was here or he probably wouldn’t have shown up, and I wanted to see him. The plan was that hopefully Meesha would be gone by the time he came, but that was wishful thinking and I could see the surprise on his face when he got here and saw them.

  I could tell Don was trying to figure out what Messiah’s problem was and probably why he was showing me so much affection, but that’s just how he was. He and I had become pretty close up until I began to mess around with Don. When I started seeing Don and having sex, I had no eyes for anyone else. Messiah always said it must be another nigga around, his favorite words to say, and that’s why I never gave him a fair chance, but I always told him I wasn’t interested in a boyfriend. Now, he was pissed knowing I had been with Don, no thanks to his big mouth sister Meesha.

  I knew it was a mistake telling Meesha my business, but I had to tell someone. It was weighing heavily on me that I had to keep my relationship a secret. Don and I wanted to be together and we shouldn’t have to hide it. But when he went over to end it for good, my sister told him she was pregnant and it messed everything up. Now he was back home playing family man like nothing ever happened between us. I wish I could just forget about what we had like he did, but he was my first everything which made it so much more difficult, and now my ass was pregnant. The doctors ran tests saying the baby was in good health, despite my wild ways along with smoking and drinking. They did, however, say that they would continue to run tests through the duration of my pregnancy just to be sure. If my damn baby came out deformed or hooked on weed, I would die.