For a moment I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck her or kill her. In an instant my body decided for me. The temptation to bend her over on the dining room table and fuck her hard and fast until she was raw hit me head on. My arousal for her was fleeting though. I hadn’t fucked her in years. I wouldn’t start again.
A lack of backbone had always been one of my points of contention when it came to women. There were more Jennys in the world than Eves. Women like Jenny were complacent. They’d do and put up with anything to stay with a man for a title and money. That had never been an attractive trait to have in my opinion.
I stepped back. A smirk came to my lips when her face turned bright red. She was embarrassed about striking me. Prim and proper princesses didn’t hit their husbands. I was amused; until she spoke.
“It’s that bitch, isn’t it? That black bitch,” she roared, her usually soft whiney voice now loud and clear.
“What the fuck did you say?”
She ignored my menacing tone and step in her direction and continued. Jenny had always been and would always be a stupid, stupid woman.
“Oh yeah, I know about her.” She wagged her head up and down like a fucking bobble head doll. “I knew about that bitch from the beginning. I know you’ve been following her. That’s where you’ve been for the last month, and now you want to leave me for her? For her?” she accused and correctly so.
I didn’t care that she knew. It was her indignant tone when she said her that caused my blood to boil. I didn’t like her insinuations.
Instead of reaching out and snapping her neck like I wanted to, I exhaled my murderess intent. Her suddenly disappearing would cause questions and interfere with my plans.
My tone was even when I responded to her. I forced my balled-up fist to remain at my side. “Leave her out of it and watch what you say about her.”
I didn’t ask her how she knew about Eve. I figured my father had a hand in her finding out.
“What does she do for you?” She freaked out and grabbed my shirt. “How did she convince you to leave me?”
I shoved her off me and straightened my jacket. “She has nothing to do with why I’m leaving you.”,
That was true at the moment. I wasn’t even sure I would ever get Eve back. Regardless, my marriage was over.
“She has nothing to do with this?” Jenny laughed at my declaration, her thin lips pressed together tightly. “You’re a liar.” She eyed me skeptically, accusingly. “She has everything to do with this. For nearly four years you’ve been making a fool out of me, and I allowed you for the sake of our marriage, but those—” she pointed down at the papers scattered about on the floor— “I won’t sign those. I refuse to let you make a fool of me publicly over a fat black bitch that came from nothing, who is nothing.”
Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. She was hurting emotionally, but I wanted her to hurt physically. Before I could restrain myself, she was against the kitchen door, my right hand tightly gripped her long, pale neck. Blood rushed to her face. Tears pooled in her eyes then ran down her rosy cheeks. She clawed at my hand and exposed wrist with her finger nails trying to pry them from around her neck. Enraged by her words, I barely felt it. I applied pressure, enough to let her know I was serious. That only made her fight harder for air. I squeezed until her eyes bulged and her arms went limp.
“Sign the fucking papers, and keep your mouth closed.” I banged her head against the wall to add to her pain because she’d truly pissed me off. “You know nothing of her, but you think because you come from money and daddy treated you like a princess, you’re actually royalty?” I chuckled, without humor. “You’re a fucking joke, and you know I know it, so don’t pull that self-righteous, better than thou bullshit with me.” I applied more pressure, enough to make her turn blue.
“I should fucking end you right now. I’d get away with it, too. Or, better yet, how about make this world miserable for you? What would your bigoted daddy and prissy friends think of you if they knew you started fucking the middle-aged black gardener before you turned sixteen? Then again, I bet your friends already know. Only your parents were fooled by your purity act.
I almost laughed in your face when you tried to convince me you were a virgin the first time I fucked you. I’d had enough pussy to know a virgin you were not. You are no one to judge her. Now sign the fucking papers,” I spat before letting her go, she fell to the floor and gulped for air so fast she choked on it.
I stared down at her coldly without any feelings of guilt over what I’d just done. She deserved it for running her big fucking mouth. Gathering the papers from the floor and pen from the table, I held them out to her.
“This is the last time I ask you nicely. I’m sure you can imagine what me asking not so nicely will consist of. Sign them.”
Her eyes glazed over with fright and she hurriedly reached for the papers and pen, no longer caring to rub her bruised neck. She signed the papers with shaky hands. With even more nervousness, she handed them back to me, but not without giving me her best scathing look. It made me laugh.
I took the time to check her signature and then turned to leave. I found everything to be in order, but I stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes shot up. She was sobbing like I was supposed to be anything but apathetic to her tears.
“Keep the house and everything in it. My lawyer will call you about the terms we agreed upon in the pre-nuptial agreement. Don’t contact me, Jenny, under any circumstances.” I left her on the floor. “I mean it. Don’t contact me ever again, or you’ll be sorry,” I threw over my shoulder before exiting the kitchen and walking out of my old life.
T W E N T Y - T W O
Five months later…
“Hello, Eve. Waiting for somebody?”
At the sound of his voice, the air around me became so thick it made it hard for me to breathe. I knew I’d see him again. The thought that he’d never let me go was always in the back of my mind. I just hadn’t expected him to show up so soon.
I whipped my head in his direction to find him lording over me. He looked perfectly put together and deceptively calm. The tick in his jaw was the only evidence of his anger. His usual cold eyes never left mine as he smoothly popped open his suit jacket and slid into the seat across from me. His face remained a neutral mask of arrogance until his gaze slid from my face to my round belly. His eyes went from ice cold to artic.
Jesus be a fence. My pregnancy was why I’d hoped he’d find me later than sooner. It had taken two missed periods and a week of throwing up for me to realize that I might be pregnant. I’d brought a pregnancy test, and when they both came back positive, I bought ten more. When they all came back positive, my crazy had kicked in and I ended up sprawled out on my bathroom floor. I cried for an hour then I laughed for another. Then I came to the conclusion that I had obviously committed some horrible, unforgivable sin in a past life, and Adam was my penance for it.
Even after the test, I held onto hope that I wasn’t truly pregnant until I went to the doctor. The doctor, a blood test and an ultrasound confirmed I was pregnant. It had been the worst day of my life. What the heck was I going to do with a baby? A crazy man’s baby at that? I thought about getting an abortion, but just the thought of killing my baby didn’t sit right with me.
I pushed all the questions and what ifs to the back of my mind. I needed to live in the reality of it all. I was pregnant and was going to become a mother. There was nothing that would change that, so I started acting like I was going to be a mother. I went to my doctor’s appointments, ate healthy and took my meds. I’d figure the rest out later.
After that, I was on an emotional roller coaster. Some days were good. Some days were freaking depressing because I knew I couldn’t raise a baby by myself. I sure as hell didn’t want to be tied to Adam for the rest of my life. Then sometimes I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to raise a child with him, even if he was a nutjob.
I ran many scenarios through my mind. A few included Adam. I’d p
icture us as a family then I’d suddenly miss him being around. Then I’d berate myself for even thinking about him. Resentment for him crept in. If he would have left me alone, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was in. But after a few more weeks passed, soon all of the stray emotions were replaced with feelings of excitement about my child.
“Eve,” Adam barked my name, breaking me from my thoughts.
Startled my phone slipped from my hand and hit the table, hard. He immediately reached for it and slid it into his jacket pocket. I ignored him and the loss of my phone. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples until some of the pounding in my head alleviated. This was not how I expected my day to turn out.
I was supposed to be meeting Michael to discuss a permanent move from Florida. When I reopened eyes, the first thing I did was search the sidewalk outside the diner for him. It was two in the afternoon according to the clocks in the diner. He and I were supposed to meet at two o’clock. He was never late. It sucked that today would be his first time. I needed him. I sent out a silent prayer asking God or whatever other deity that was listening to send him to save me, then I took it back. Adam was my mess to deal with. I wouldn’t drag Michael any further into my messed-up situation. He’d already helped me enough the past few months,
The day after Adam let me go, Michael was the first call I made. I needed to know he was okay. In the back of my mind, I always wondered if Adam had actually killed him. When he answered the phone, I’d felt so relieved, but in the same instant I felt guilty for thinking the worst of Adam. He hadn’t hurt me. Why would I think he’d killed someone?
After the shock wore off, the flood gates opened. I broke down and told him everything. He begged me to call the police, but I didn’t want to go that route. Who would believe me? Adam’s family, the Winchesters, were rich, powerful and white. I was some poor black girl who’d grown up in foster care. I’d come off looking like a nut job, and Adam would have an easier time finding me. I left well-enough alone. I had money, and I had my freedom. That was enough.
When Michael couldn’t convince me to go to the police, he offered to help me. He suggested I move from Tampa to Miami. He used his connections to keep me off Adam’s radar. He’d been my rock ever since. Every weekend he’d make the five-hour drive to visit me and help me prepare for my future. He was a true friend.
“Eve,” Adam calling my name again snatched me out of my thoughts. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
It was a simple question with a complicated answer. No, I wasn’t or maybe I was. I really didn’t know. I thought it but kept my mouth closed. It was not the time for me to tell him the unadulterated truth. That never seemed to do much other than piss him off.
“Answer my fucking question, Eve.”
I faced away from him. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Adam.”
He reached over the table and clasped my jaw within his warm palm and made me look at him. He then leaned over the table so that we were face-to-face. The anger radiating from him was palpable. I really didn’t give a care. I didn’t owe him anything. I could tell his patience with me was wearing thin. It was taking everything in him not to make a scene, which gave me a sense of comfort. I was safe in public.
I knocked his hand away and sat rigid. I ignored his question and asked one of my own. “Why are you here, Adam? You said you would let me go.”
“I said I would try,” he corrected. His hard stare in response made me want to fidget.
I cut my eyes at him. “It’s only been five months. You could have tried harder.”
He stood abruptly. “Get up, Eve. Let’s go. We need to talk.” He said louder than I think he meant to.
I gazed around the diner and found a couple of the customers were staring our way.
I shook my head. I refused. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He reached for me. I managed to scoot further into the booth, out of his reach
“Get up, Eve, and let’s go.”
It was a directive I refused to follow.
“No,” I said again.
“Get the fuck up,” he repeated, but this time he roared it. The sound reverberated and caused all activity in the dinner to cease.
I damn near jumped out of my skin but managed to physically stay put in my seat. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed two big men in suits approaching us. He’d brought reinforcements.
“Don’t make me move you, Eve. You know what lengths I’ll go to if I have to.” Cocking his head to the side he dared me to not do as he said. “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise”.
I hesitated, but only for a second because I did know what he was capable of. I got up as fast as my round belly would allow. Simultaneously being terrified, pissed off and panicking had my hands shaking uncontrollably as I stood. He saw them, and his eyes softened.
He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” The blonde middle-aged waitress who had brought me my order earlier stepped in between us. What a brave soul.
“She’s fine,” Adam answered for me and hit her with an expression so hard she damn near wilted where she stood.
She didn’t back down though. “You sure?” she stuttered, looking at me. “I can call the police.”
That wasn’t such a bad idea, I thought. But then would that cause her trouble? Probably.
“No ma’am. I’m fine.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, Adam grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of him. “Let’s go.”
I was embarrassed as all the customers watched me being darn near dragged from the diner. A few even pulled out their phones and took pictures, documenting my kidnapping, but nobody tried to interfere any further. I wanted to melt into the floor. I purposely dragged my feet, trying to delay the inventible and unknown. When I refused to keep up, he tried to lift and carry me to an awaiting Black SUV.
“No. I can walk,” I snapped.
I shoved his arms away. I straightened my back and sped up a modicum. He grabbed ahold of me by my wrist when I still lagged behind. I tried to snatch away but his grip was ironclad. Another Black SUV pulled up and stopped behind the one Adam directed me into. The two men who had followed us out of the diner got into it.
Adam opened the door then signaled for me to get in.
I snatched my arm from his grip then swung around to face him. “We need to get one thing straight. I’m not going back to that room, Adam.”
He sighed in annoyance then slid his hands down his face like he was tired of dealing with me. The feeling was mutual. If he was tired of dealing with me, he could have simply left me the hell alone.
“Don’t play with me, Eve. Get in the fucking car,” he spat, sending a pointed glare my way.
“I will when you tell me you’re not taking me back to that room. Give me your word,” I managed to choke out pass the lump in my throat.
The stare he penned me with in response bordered on frightening. I thought about pushing the issue until I noticed several people from inside the restaurant had come out to watch us. Out of my peripheral, I saw a young black man approaching cautiously, ready to help me. For his sake, with my heart crashing in my chest, I got into the car. I knew if I showed my black behind like I wanted to, and anyone intervened, there would be worse consequences for them than me. I was also smart enough to know if the police became involved, I’d probably never see my baby after I gave birth. People like Adam had the power to take children away from mothers. Knowing how powerful his family was, was one of the reasons I never went to the police after he released me.
“Take us to this address,” Adam ordered..
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