by Lexus Love
The woman who'd bailed out on him two months ago in her Las Vegas Hotel room.
He'd awoken confused after a sensational night in bed with a very passionate vixen to find himself alone and forgotten.
For two months he'd been trying to contact her after that night through various means and ways and each time he came up empty.
He'd almost given up hope and low and behold... there she stood looked all fine as hell dressed in low riding black skin-tight jeans that hugged and caressed her full hips a spaghetti strap tank top that was knotted high in her back, leaving her stomach and the top of her hips exposed for the world to gawk at.
Her hair was loose and flowed down her back swinging from side to side as she laughed and shook her head at something the other woman was saying with lots of hand gestures as they faced the crowd, no worse for wear.
Since it was Saturday and the weekly car wash drew a large crowd from the neighborhood the parking lot was far from empty; there were many other cars, milling people and a huge hot grill covered with pork, ribs, hot dogs and as well as roasting veggies.
His eyes went to her exposed flat stomach and wondered if his son or daughter grew there.
Though they'd not used protection the night they'd made love, it was way too early to know for sure.
His eyes traveled from her tummy back to her glowing face.
Yep, it was too early to tell.
Nigel never heard a word spoken- Keith had asked his opinion on his mother moving out of East Harlem to come live with him and his sons out in Medford.
Nigel didn’t even notice when his mother narrowed her lovely chocolate brown eyes, kissed her teeth at Keith’s statement, not a suggestion.
She then asked Nigel to notify his Uncle Keith that she was a grown woman and she would live wherever the hell she wanted. No man would make her cower or run away from him.
He didn’t see his uncle give his mother a menacing once over then lick his lips like a very hungry lion who just spotted a fresh bowl full of cream nor did he hear his mother’s startled gasp or see her retreat a few steps from his uncle as he advanced on her.
If only Nigel knew that five minutes before he arrived, behind the locked door of the small office to the back of the shop, while the manager of the shop was out front, that his delicate flower of a mother was bend over Uncle Keith’s desk, her forbidden lover had just flooded her pussy walls with hot shots cum from a desperately needed quickie.
Ten minutes before that, her modest skirt had been shoved up to her waist, she was shaking from the wettest oral orgasm she’s ever experienced.
Staring into her lover’s eyes while he drank her orgasmic juices, she couldn’t believe they were doing this, here, now. Where they could be caught by anyone.
And they almost were, by her son. Good thing the office had a bathroom with a separate entrance. She’d dashed in there to clean up, while her son talked to her lover in the next room, rearranging the desk to hide any evidence of what had just happened.
And Uncle Keith had witnessed it all.
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Nigel walked out the swinging glass doors and headed briskly across the large parking lot of Swayne Mechanics and Garage without looking back at the two.
The sudden loud crash of shattered glass caused the crowd of dancing couples near the silver truck to come to a shrieking halt as one of the dancers screamed at the top of her lungs.
Nigel stopped dead in his tracks, distracted from his pursuit of Debbie, pivoted swiftly on his heels and broke into a run, heading towards the commotion near his car, a large group of spectators already forming around his truck.
He skidded to a stop as the group cleared a path to his car and he took in the damage of his property.
He saw the millions of pieces of his windscreen which had shattered into littering the ground and the dented bonnet of his truck.
On the bonnet wrapped inside a piece of stationery was a large brick.
Nigel cautiously picked up the offending object and stared stupidly at the damage.
Pretty soon the crowd erupted into questioning groups.
"Where did it come from?
"Who could have done this?"
“Did you see anything?"
“I don't know. Did you?"
“Why would anyone want to do this to that sweet kid?"
“Sweet Kid?! Don’t you know whose kid he is?”
“Isn’t he daddy’s kid?”
“Must have done something to piss someone off, don't you think?”
“Don’t you remember what he did to his daddy and his car or where he spent the last two years? Speaking of Harold, where is he?”
Nigel had tuned out the crowd when some of them had started comparing him to his old man and had unwrapped the piece of paper from the around the brick.
The words “I’m watching you" were written on the paper jumped out at him.
With the mention of his father's name from someone standing at his back Nigel's head whipped up, breathing heavily and quickly scanned the area as far as he could see. Nothing.
Double take.
Adrenaline rushed into his veins and up into his head making everything insight red.
There he was.
Harold, stood directly across the street, the street light pole supporting his weight as he stared back at Nigel expectantly, eyes locked with his own, and a sneer stretched across his handsome dark face.
Nigel never broke eye contact with him.
He simply and calmly placed the note and brick back onto the bonnet, swung open the driver's side door and withdrew a large crowbar.
With confident strides, he made his way across the street, but he didn't get very far.
An uproar came hurling his way when a group of men from his old neighborhood- who just happen to be cops-surrounded him, and physically prevented him from getting to his target who just straightened, sneered even wider, broke the eye contact to calmly turn around and walk off into the milling group of people on the sidewalk.
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Makita and Debbie were both startled out of their lively conversation when they'd heard the first scream.
They were both surprised however when they heard a second scream of a woman shrieking hysterically at someone to " put the fuckin' crowbar down before you do something stupid!" followed by shouts from the crowd while a group of two or three men rushed forward to surround someone bent on getting out of the parking lot to cause some sort of mischief.
"Must be some drunken fool messing around and shit"
"Yeah, you got that right, girl." Debbie in agreement shaking her head in disgust.
“Some black folks just don't know how to act in mixed company."
"Uh-hmm. Girlfriend. Even in the middle of the day, some dumb asses just want to act the fool."
Makita snapped her fingers while she rolled her head and sucked her teeth to emphasize her disgust.
They turned their backs on a group of teen girls as they passed by chatting excitedly about the bonus in their entertainment for the day and resumed their earlier conversation.
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Nigel shook off the hands of his guards- who were reading him the riot act of the consequences he would face if he went anywhere near his father who it so happened had a restraining order taken out on him- blood boiling lava hot, was fighting the nasty urge to slug someone right now, and walked off towards the storefront looking for a way to burn off his adrenaline rush.
Unconsciously while he headed toward the door his eyes swung to his right and caught hold of an unforgiving sight.
The fact that the woman who shunned him, he hungered for daily was still standing where he'd spotted her earlier was just a little too much for him and enraged him more.
Quickly he changed direction and made his way towards the two women, he heard heavy footfalls from not too far behind him as someone frantically called out his name, but he never slowed his stride. He was a mere two feet away when the Blasian-American woman noticed his stea
dy pace and glacier stare said something to his prey and backed away steadily sensing the danger she thought they both were in.
He watched as his next meal straightened to pivot on her sexy heels with a puzzled frown.
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Debbie was stunned senseless when the heavyweight of Nigel Swayne pinned her back to Makita’s car door, his full lips a scant inch from hers, his warm breath fanning over her surprised face.
Her arms were pinned to her side when he'd raised both arms to block her exit from both sides, but that didn't bother her as much as the hard body of the man she refused to see in the past two months.
As his breathing slowed hers picked up.
He was staring at her lips hungrily, causing heat to pool low in her core where his hard thigh was pressed against.
She felt her clit swell with desire and almost came right there and then when he asked in his deadly calm and quiet way, his deep voice husky with want," So, where have you been hiding'?"
She licked her suddenly dry lips that were shiny with lip gloss. Nigel leaned closer, his lips on hers when she stammered out " I-I-I-I-haven't been hiding'" he cocked his head to one side and breathed sarcastically “Really?" across her lips as he gazed deep into her eyes, his dark pupils dilated with lust fixed on her own dilated ones.
"Yes."
Nigel relaxed completely against her and she felt his hard length jump even through the multiple layers of clothing around it.
“Have dinner with me tonight"
Debbie sucked in a sharp breath as the tip of his tongue touched her lips, sending chills racing through her.
"Yes," she breathed, a slight tremor betraying her thoughts as Nigel captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his hand fisting in her hair.
The sound of persons clearing their throats caused them to part but the heat between them blossomed even with Uncle Keith dragging Nigel away, back into the shop and Makita asking a million and one questions as they drove away from the garage.
34
Later that night ……
“Makita!”
“Hey, Eric” they hugged as church friend would, all shoulders but no other bodily contact.
As they sat and ordered a few drinks, Eric suddenly wondered why that was.
Makita and Debbie had been glued-at-the-hip best friends from high school, while the three of them knew each other.
The three of them ended up attending the same college, UCLA.
The girls’ close-knit relationship remained the same until he started dating Debbie one year later.
For some odd reason, Makita started ignoring him whenever the three of them would hang out together or in classes they shared.
She would only speak directly to Debbie but never directly to him.
It got so bad that she would go out of her way to avoid him on the street and school.
Of course, it could have been because she caught him once making out in the school library with one of the sluttiest girls on campus while he was dating Debbie.
Of course, when Debbie didn’t cuss him out and dump him hours or years later, he realized that Makita had never told her about that incident.
Later he’d asked Debbie about her friend and her behavior towards him.
He didn’t know what happened between the two girls, but after that, she looked through him or acted like he didn’t exist whenever Debbie wasn’t around.
For two full years at college, Makita and Eric had a very strained friendship until he proposed to Debbie.
At first, he didn’t want to believe it. But from the look that crossed her face when he got down on his knee and popped the question to Debbie before Makita hid her true feelings for him behind her plastic smile, Eric had seen what she was hiding from the world, but more importantly, her best friend.
Years later, he was still fascinated by her will power to sit and talk to him.
Love can make a person do some strange things.
“Thanks for meeting me here”
“Sure no problem. When I got your call I was a little shocked. What’s going on Eric?”
Eric sighed but didn’t know how to approach the delicate situation.
“Erm…Ok. Uh Kita, have you noticed anything strange going on with Debs and that kid she’s been tutoring?”
Makita settled deeper into her seat.
Interesting, Eric thought.
“What do you mean, strange?”
“Well, you know, strange. We hardly see each other these days.
She never returns my calls and now she’s been spending so much time with this dude, practicing almost 24-7. She doesn’t have time for me. Do you think she’s seeing someone else?”
Makita shifted around on her seat uncomfortably. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Eric. I’ve spoken to Debs and she has never said anything to me.”
He was staring at her but she avoided looking him in the eye at all cost.
“I don’t know…” he said. “ It’s like…in the last year…she’s changed.”
“Eric, I don’t understand what you mean?”
“Makita, something weird is going on. Debbie has been canceling dates with me, left and right. Our wedding is almost non-existent anymore.
She won’t return my calls. She’s always out with God knows who, doing God knows what. And she spends more time with that nigga from that damn dance studio, practicing for some dance competition than she does with me.”
“But Eric, you know how she gets whenever she is gearing up for a competition -“
“Makita, please. I do know how Debbie gets whenever she’s in her competitive mode. But…”
“But what?”
“She just seems different
“How so?”
Well… for one thing. She won’t let me ….you know”
“Uh…no I don’t know”
“She won’t let me ….”
“Spit it out, Eric. I don’t have all day.”
Sigh.
“She won’t let me touch her.”
For the first time in four years, Makita sat there looking directly at Eric with a look of “say what now?” on her face.
“Eric….I don’t think that you should be discussing your and Debbie’s private business with me.”
“Makita, please-“
“At all”
“Makita, I wouldn’t come to you if this wasn’t important. You know how long Debbie and I have been together and you know all our plans for our future.”
Deadpan, she stared back at him without emotion.
“I have tried everything. Debbie never refused my kisses or my holding her. Now, she avoids my kisses and refuses to touch me, why? I don’t want to think about it, Kita, but I have a nasty feeling that Debbie’s having an affair. I just can’t figure out with whom.”
Makita didn’t want to feel sorry for him.
She didn’t. He sounded quite exasperated and hurt.
For many years she had held back a secret from her best friend to save her the pain of heartache.
A heartache that Eric would cause from his many infidelities over the years.
He may think Makita only knew of his affair with Katie back in college.
She knew about most of his affairs and the lies he would tell Debbie to cover his tracks.
Yet, even after all this, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him like that.
Her confused heart wouldn’t let her tell him what she knew, while her head told her to get up and walk away from him right now.
Being in love Eric was a major pain in the ass for Makita.
Not only was he engaged to her best friend, but he was also an unfaithful womanizer who would screw anything in a skirt. He was a cheater through and through yet here he was playing the victim of infidelity.
And that was a big problem for Makita.
For as much as she despised him, she wanted to hump his bones till they were both too exhausted to move, making her hatred for him grow stronger each day.
“Look Eric…. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with Debbie right now, but I think you two need to talk face to face and sort this thing through.”
“Yes, it’s true. She has been a little distant from me as well, but I don’t know what’s going on.”
Eric let loose a sigh and groaned in frustration.
This meeting was fruitless in helping him solve the mystery with his woman.
35
Debbie turned on her side, pulled her pillow overhead to stop the incisive knuckle wraps on her door that made her slight headache even worse.
What had she done last night to give her a headache? She thought as she crawled out of the bed and searched for her robe.
Sunlight streamed into the room making it a bit foggy from the cold circulated air, dust particles dancing and swimming in the bright rays that nearly blinded her.
She kept her head low, never looking up or on the bed, to avoid the direct light of the sun and continued her small search.
She found it on the floor lying in a pool in front of the door.
As she slipped the damp robe over her shoulders and tied it at the waist, she wondered how in Sam hell it got there.
Shrugging about the unknown fact, Debbie opened the door with little grace to greet the little startled Cuban woman who was the hotel maid.
"Good morning!" Debbie said almost cheerfully.
"Good morning miss. Room serve...." the words died on the woman's tongue as she looked passed Debbie into the room.
Debbie frowned at the woman's antics. Apparently whatever it was inside the room made her already wide brown eyes widen, even more, her brows were almost to her hairline.
Debbie was about to turn around to find out if she's broken the room apart last night when she stumbled in from dinner or did she put a foreign object into one of the three sockets in the room or maybe left the shower running while she slept the away night and the room was now flooded, water damage of an untold amount would come in her bill from the hotel when a familiar voice greeted the cleaning woman in fluent Spanish.