Rhythm Bay Love

by Patricia A. Bridewell

  He picked up his glass and drank a couple of sips. “I don’t know. My father’s not the easiest man to understand, and we don’t always get along. But Joy is working with me on this project. She’s his righthand attorney.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “For now, we’ll see what happens. Uh, I may have told you that I grew up in an urban Oakland neighborhood. At thirteen, my world collapsed when I learned we’d be moving. We were like the Jeffersons, moving on up. Didn’t know nothing about our new neighborhood.” He let out a laugh that trickled over to Jada. Antoine shared that he had no desire to leave his friends and neighborhood. Although their family became wealthy, his spirit stayed within the urban community that he loved.

  “I was into social justice issues at UC Berkeley and continued after I graduated because I wanted to see a change. Still do. I’d planned to return to my old neighborhood in East Oakland, and help rebuild the area, so my people could live in affordable housing.”

  Jada gave him that look of approval with her broad smile, which always made him feel good.

  “How sweet. Now that’s something more people should do,” she said.

  “The homeless population is massive,” he lifted one leg over the other. “And gentrification, the issue that everyone swore wouldn’t happen, is driving black and brown people out of their neighborhoods.”

  “That’s true. I know people who moved out of areas like Inglewood, and the Crenshaw district. It’s a shame.”

  “It’s affecting many areas. California, the east coast, down south, all over.” Antoine swung his fist, “And what really bothers me…is a lot of working adults can’t afford to become homeowners. Ellis and his wife lucked out and found a property a few years ago. And to think my father wouldn’t hear of me buying in Oakland because he wanted me in this townhouse.”

  “That must’ve been tough. Is living here really that bad?” Jada took a sip of wine.

  “This is Pacific Heights. I wouldn’t mind, but I’m the only black person here. The African American population is approximately two percent in this area. I’m not prejudice, but I’d rather live in a more culturally diverse area that includes more black folks.” He pressed his fingers against his temple, “The other tenants in this building are white. Most are cordial, but one woman stares at me like I have horns growing out my head.” He paused and laughed lightly. “Funniest thing is, none of them know I’m the owner.”

  Jada laughed. “Get outta here. Seriously?” She crossed her legs. “You should shock her one day and introduce yourself.”

  “I prefer to keep things the way they are. Pop hired a property management company that handles the business here.” He wrapped his arm around Jada’s shoulders. “Babe, my main concern is not these townhouses or this area, and by the way, your property could use some repairs.”

  Jada shook her head. “Don’t start. Our little house is standing, so for now settle your problems. That can wait.”

  “I’m letting you know, that’s next. I have work to do in the community where I formerly lived, too.”

  “You’ve already started in Oakland. Think about how much you’ve done for Rashad.” Jada rubbed his thigh.

  “True, but not enough. And there are so many more Rashads out there. Black males are having it rough.”

  “Honey, we’ve traveled this afternoon. I promise to share what’s on my mind.” She put her hand over his. “Tonight, can we just relax and enjoy each other’s company? You got any food in this fancy place?”

  Breaking the images of what he envisioned in his old neighborhood, he kissed Jada’s cheek. “I do. My housekeeper is from Jamaica, and she gets down in the kitchen. Let’s go warm up some food.”

  “Oh, yeah! I love Jamaican food.”

  He desperately wanted to reveal everything to Jada and get the facts straight. He also needed to hear what she wanted to share, so they could move forward with their relationship. It was getting late, but he was wide awake thanks to his earlier nap. Jada was tired, even though she pepped up fast after they ate and toasted their wine glasses. Her first night at his place should not be full of personal confessions they could divulge tomorrow. They stacked the dishwasher and watched two movies.

  Before the second movie ended, their lips were locked in hot passion. Antoine clasped Jada’s hand and led her to the upstairs master bedroom, watching the shocked look on her face.

  She glanced around. “This bedroom is bigger than my living room.”

  “Yeah, it’s big.” Antoine went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He removed his clothes before returning to Jada, who was patiently waiting, arms raised above her head. Taking Jada’s clothes off piece-by-piece was the quickest way to arouse her, and he preferred to simultaneously stimulate her body with tender kisses at the same time. Her dress fell to the floor, followed by the bra, then she stepped out of her panties. He caressed both breasts, gently sucked and planted kisses on her nipples and breasts.

  Antoine and Jada ran to the shower and stepped into the fragrance of a honeysuckle-pineapple shower gel. They kissed and rubbed each other down with the gel and rinsed off the suds. Antoine slid his tongue up and down her neck, kissing droplets from her forehead as he explored her body with his hands, igniting an erection and desire for her luscious body. She lay against the shower wall, arms above her head, moaning with pleasure. He pressed his buffed body against hers, lifted her and they became one, pleasuring each other with hot steamy passionate lovemaking.

  Chapter 32

  JADA

  Saturday

  With one droopy eye open, Jada pried the other open with her finger and batted both. That wine was delightful and sweet, but it gave her quite a buzz as did her man. She rolled over to the pleasant sight of Antoine sprawled across the bed. He was dressed, smelling like men’s Aramis soap on a rope. “Morning. What time is it?” she yawned.

  He lay on his side with his head propped up with one hand. “Time to rise and shine. It’s a little after 7:00. How’d you sleep?”

  “Better than ever. Can’t remember sleeping this well in months.”

  “I’m glad. I talked to Joy after I worked out, and we should be at Pop’s by 4:00. I stopped for Starbucks; it’s in the kitchen. If you’re hungry, I can run down the street for turkey and swiss croissants.”

  Jada pulled the sheets up to her chin to cover her nakedness. “After all that Jamaican food we ate last night, my stomach might pop open.” She snuggled up to him. “Starbucks or food isn’t what I want at the moment.” Lifting a loc that had fallen in his face, she planted a light kiss on his lips.

  “Babe, I could make love to you all day and night.” But today, that ain’t happening. Remember, we need to finish our chat and get out early so you can see the city. But tonight, I promise you it’ll be on.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m going out for food.”

  Dang! He caught on. Any time that man refused to make love, something was up and popping. Jada sure wasn’t ready for a long conversation this early, nor did she look forward to meeting Antoine’s family. There was so much to consider. His father owning her family’s building; the anticipation of being introduced at a family gathering. And most important, keeping her anxiety under control when the eviction was discussed. Jada needed a prayer and a miracle to get through this day. She tossed back the blanket and swung her feet to the floor.

  Thirty minutes of stretches, twists, and sit-ups followed by meditation and a short prayer, increased her energy. Jada picked up a short peach silk nightie she didn’t get a chance to wear. She slipped it over her head and put on the matching robe. After she made up the bed, she sat on the side.

  During the heated passion with Antoine, she hadn’t paid much attention to the décor in the bedroom. Her eyes scanned the room. African masks on the wall, paintings, a set of highboy dressers. A huge bookshelf filled with books traveled across a long wall. Jada adored the writing desk and chair by the window, and the black and maroon Asian rug that covered shiny hardwood floors. This
was a room fit for a king. Her king Antoine.

  A while later, she picked up the remote to the big screen, then tossed it on the bed. She was not in the mood for TV. What’s taking him so long? She reached for the cell on the nightstand and texted Antoine.

  Where are you?

  Antoine texted back. Down the street at the deli. You want a sandwich?

  No, I want you.

  Got it. One order of me to be served hot and tasty tonight. Lol.

  She threw her head back, laughed out loud, and texted.

  Can’t wait!

  Twenty minutes later, another text chimed. It was Denise.

  Hey girl, how’s it going?

  Awesome! Chillin’ in a townhouse that cost 7 digits.

  Stop playing. You and Antoine okay?

  Yes. Not playing – 7 digits!

  Call me. ASAP!!!

  The front door buzzed. She texted. Got to go! Jada swung her legs up on the bed.

  Antoine entered the room holding a cup holder with two coffees and a white paper bag that exuded the pleasing aroma of hot food.

  “You’re finally back,” Jada said. She untied her black silk bonnet; it had fallen off more than it had stayed on her head last night.

  “Yeah, the deli was busy. I warmed our coffee in the microwave. There’s another turkey and swiss in the bag. I figured we could eat and chat. You ready? ”

  “I guess. I have no choice.” She hesitated and then blurted out, “I suffer from generalized anxiety disorder that started after my parents died. The reason I didn’t tell you is…I thought you’d break up with me.”

  “Babe, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” He handed her the coffee and a small bag with cream and sugar. “Why’d you assume the worst? Plenty of people have anxiety, and I’ve heard it’s treatable.”

  “It is. Mine comes and goes based on the severity of my stress.” She added cream and a pack of sugar to her coffee and stirred. “I went for talk therapy that lasted six months, and I was fine until recently. My stress level got out of control. So, I’m back in therapy for several weekly sessions. I don’t take any prescription medications, but I take one over-the-counter sleep aid called Melatonin. I use therapeutic techniques to manage my stress and anxiety, and if that doesn’t control it, I’ve decided to try an anti-anxiety medication. The email from Toni about the pictures? I have three. That’s what upset me that morning.”

  Antoine sat on the other side of the bed. “I’m your man. If I can’t be there during hard times, what good am I?” He opened his sandwich and took a bite.

  She splayed her fingers. “I couldn’t share. I was already dealing with other stressors. Baby, that picture of a naked woman strapped across your lap? I—I just lost it. When you walked in, my heart was beating fast, I was a mess. That’s why I called Denise to come help me.” She sighed and looked at Antoine. “I didn’t mean to block you out. I needed time to revamp, and Denise drove me to her place.”

  “I just wish you’d told me this sooner. I really would’ve been by your side. Toni’s working on that picture issue because Griff and Simon received some, too. She’s also working with Will and the news team to prevent this from getting out to the media.”

  “I know. I called her from the airport; we’re meeting on Monday.” She picked up her cup and stared at it for a long time before taking small sips of coffee. She shouldn’t drink it, but right now, she required the boost. “Who do you think sent them?”

  Antoine wrapped the half-eaten sandwich and placed it in the bag. “I’m not sure, but I’m hoping to find out today. Joy hired a PI to investigate. We think it might be Kiley.”

  “Kiley?” Jada squinted, with tight lips. “It better not be her.”

  “We’ll see, so don’t get uptight. Uh, I have a few more things to disclose, and they’ll come out at Pop’s.”

  “Why can’t you discuss them now?”

  “Trust me. It’s complicated, and Joy may present information that I don’t have. The woman on my lap is Fiona. For some reason, she decided to set up a camera to snap those shots years ago. I don’t think she did this, but I’m not sure.”

  “Doesn’t she have the photos?”

  “At that time, she did.” He slung one leg up on the bed. “There’s a lot of fishy stuff floating around. Fiona showed up at my last spoken word poetry session. She asked me to go out with her. I think you should know she got pregnant while we were together, but she lost the baby. She begged me not to break up with her, but as I’ve explained to you, I couldn’t stay with her.”

  “I didn’t know that information. Fiona was pregnant; she asked you out?” Jada folded her arms, shifting her gaze to the floor.

  “Hey, I turned her down, and the pregnancy wasn’t planned.” Antoine ran his hand through his dreads. “I’m over her; you’re the one I love.”

  Jada listened to Antoine’s story about how Kiley, along with a few other females at the station, had flirted with him from the day he arrived. He emphasized that Kiley was the one who strongly pursued a relationship with him, even after he’d asked her to back off multiple times.

  Gordan’s comment about Kiley instantly brought back a memory. She wondered if Antoine was one of the several men Denise said Kiley had dated at the station. Antoine went on to explain about his mother’s health and the ongoing discord in their family.

  By the time he’d finished, her stomach was more twisted than a pretzel. A stream channeled in the corners of her eyes, ready to swim down her cheeks. She siphoned the vulgar words about the women who’d tried to steal her man and wiped the tears with an index finger. Not this time. This is not about me. Exposing personal conflicts that unlocked pain and anger must’ve have been difficult to withstand. If anybody knew, she did. She’d dealt with those issues for ten years.

  His eyes filled with sorrow. “I swear I’ve never been attracted to Kiley. She’s the first person I suspected sent those pictures, but that’s strange. Where did she get them?” He lay his head back against the dark brown leather headboard.

  Jada didn’t answer; she sensed his emotional distress and pain as though it were her own. She waited a few seconds, and then laid her head on his arm. “I believe you.”

  He glanced at her with a relieved look on his face. “Thanks, Love.”

  “What’s next after Joy’s report from the PI?”

  “We’ll find out this evening.” He wrapped his arm around Jada and embraced her for a long time. “Two more points to mention. I love your hair. Can you guess how much I love you?” He lifted both arms up and stretched them as far as possible. “This much.”

  “Uh, uh. Thank you for the compliment, but you can’t beat me,” Jada laughed as she got on her knees and lifted her arms over her head. “See? This is how much I love you.”

  They laughed when she tumbled down next to him and planted her head in his lap.

  Antoine stroked Jada’s face with his finger. “We’re equal on the love joy. Can we make a pact to always communicate with each other despite whatever happens?”

  “Yes, my sweet man.”

  “Cool,” he pressed his lips against hers. “Get ready so I can show you the Bay area. First stop, Oakland. We’re going to Souley Vegan in Jack London’s Square.”

  “Souley Vegan? They don’t have meat?”

  “They have other dishes like sweet potato waffles, blueberry pancakes, zucchini crab cakes… ”

  “Say no more. I’m sold. What about the sandwiches you bought?”

  Antoine shook his head. “After the conversation we just had, I’m not hungry anymore. My appetite will come back at Souley Vegan.”

  Chapter 33

  ANTOINE

  Saturday

  Antoine glanced in the mirror and inspected his two-piece beige Armani. It was perfect for the beginning of a summer day and fit for his father’s taste. He also remembered to switch out the Apple Watch he loved for the Rolex, a gift from his father after he finished UC Berkeley. He grabbed his keys and walked downstairs. Jada w
as sitting on the couch reading a book. She looked hot in the low-cut fuchsia top and purple capri leggings, but it was a little too casual for the meeting with his father.

  “Hey, babe, I’m ready. Are you taking a bag with your clothes for this evening?”

  Jada glanced at him. “Nope. And why’re you dressed up and I’m casual? Are we going two separate places?”

  “I don’t think so. I hadn’t planned to come back here.”

  “Come on, honey. We have to come back. I love the suit, but the weather is supposed to be eighty-four today. We’ll be all sweaty,” Jada turned up her nose. “I don’t even wanna be funky when I meet your folks.”

  “Talking about a catastrophe, that would be one. I’ll go up and change.”

  Antoine changed to a pair of Levi’s, a yellow Polo shirt, and tennis shoes. He grabbed his windbreaker from the closet and headed downstairs. After he set the house alarm, he and Jada caught the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to his truck.

  Jada saw the black Mercedes G-Wagon with custom rims and removed her sunglasses. “Woot, woot. A G-Wagon? Go on, boy.”

  Antoine tapped the alarm release, “Ah right ah right, woman, get in this truck,” he shook his head. “I’ve had this truck for over four years.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” she climbed in and fastened her seat belt. “Looks brand new to me.”

  Antoine started the G-Wagon and cranked the sound up to blast “Sunshine” by Earth, Wind, and Fire. He sped out of the garage and headed to the Golden Gate Bridge. “This bridge was built in the late 1930’s to connect San Francisco to Marin County,” he told Jada. “Before that, people had to cross over in boats.”

  “For real?” Jada said, “This view of the water is amazing.” She held her phone up and snapped the Golden Gate Bridge and the ocean.

  “I agree,” Antoine glanced at the dark blue water in the Pacific Ocean while he drove across the bridge. “The ocean is deeper and larger than any ocean in the world. And did you know Pacific means peaceful?”