“But my ass, Michelle. I got a lot of shit going on. The last thing I need is you calling me about some petty mess I don’t have time for. If you—”
As my tone went up a notch, she hung up on me. I didn’t call her back because there was a knock at the door. I hurdled over the ottoman and rushed to the door to open it. General Stiles came in looking pristine with a general’s cap on and a navy colored suit. Numerous proficiency badges were on the flap of her pocket; she had earned a substantial amount of ribbons for her heroic actions. I was used to seeing her in camouflage, but no matter what she wore, she represented strength.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, walking inside. “I tried to get here as soon as I could.”
“I know being on time is important to you, but I’m not upset with you for being five minutes late.”
She sat on the sectional and removed her cap. After placing it on the table, she leaned forward and clenched her hands together. She looked at me as I sat next to her, leaning back on the sectional with my arms resting on top of it.
“I have to say a couple of things,” she said. “And I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of ungrateful bitch who don’t appreciate my job. But I work my butt off, okay? I step up when I have to and I don’t ask anybody for anything. I barely ever complain, but I need you to help me with some problems I’m dealing with. Because I’m a woman, I’m not paid as much as the other generals are. Some of the things they say to me are very inappropriate, and I’m trying my best not to call anybody out for sexual harassment. Lastly, as our president, I need you to do more for the military. Too many of us suffer from PTSD, and there isn’t enough being done to help us. This shit isn’t easy, and I’ll be the first to say that our government is failing us. I haven’t been privy to speak to presidents like this in the past. If I could have, I would’ve said the same thing to them, so don’t take it personal. My question to you is, are you capable of doing more?”
“Of course I am, and I understand that many members of the military never complain. I’ll call a meeting with Congress when I get back, so we can go over the budget and see what we can do to increase military spending and tackle some of the things you mentioned. I’ll make sure you get more money, and I want you to give me the names of anyone you personally know who is sexually harassing women in the military. I know that is an issue too, but more women need to speak up.”
“They’re afraid to. I’m afraid because I’ve worked so hard and I don’t want to lose my status. But I’ll give you some names. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone the information came from me.”
“You have my word. I’m real proud of you, you know. Remember that I have your back, just like you have mine. On another note, I need you to make me a promise too.”
“What’s that?”
“Promise me that this conversation stays between us and you won’t tell anyone about what I’m getting ready to ask you to do.”
She smiled and crossed her fingers. “If I haven’t said anything before, I won’t say anything now. Who’s going down this time?”
I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Raynetta. She’s planning to publish a damaging book about me and my mother. I can’t let that happen. Even though I have the capabilities of shutting it down, the fact that she is even considering it bothers me.”
General Stiles stood and cracked her knuckles. “The first lady? Wow. This could, uh, backfire, you know? What if we make her just . . . just disappear? Are you sure you want her out of here?”
I hesitated to answer, but under the circumstances, I had to nod my head. “Unfortunately, I do. I know it won’t be easy, but it has to be done. Sooner, rather than later.”
General Stiles nodded. She paced the floor by the table and then halted her steps.
“I know you were trying to scare her last time, but have things gotten that bad? And why don’t you just shut the book deal down and divorce her? It may be easier to do that. That way you won’t have any regrets. Have you really thought this through?”
“I have and I came to the conclusion that it must be done.”
General Stiles sighed and stayed silent for a while. She stared at me, as if she was puzzled. “You must really trust me. Why do you trust me so much? You know I could—”
“I know you could betray me, but something in my heart tells me you wouldn’t. Am I wrong?”
She plopped back down and looked straight ahead. “No, you’re not wrong. I’m loyal to you, Mr. President, but I want you to be loyal to me and very honest when I ask you this question. This doesn’t have anything to do with you wanting to be with Michelle Peoples, does it? Do you want the first lady out of the way so you can be with your mistress?”
“Trust me, it’s not that serious between me and Michelle. And I would never lie to you.”
“It looked pretty serious to me. I can’t get the thoughts of seeing the two of you together out of my head. Going out like that in the Oval Office was a risky move.”
I shrugged and removed my arms from the couch. “I love taking risks. Nothing wrong with that. Besides, I haven’t taken a risk that hasn’t paid off yet.”
Her response was very blunt. “I love taking risks too, but what are you prepared to do for me, Mr. President? I’ve done a lot for you. When am I going to be rewarded?”
“How do you want to be rewarded? And don’t limit yourself, because, for you, the sky is the limit.”
She sat silent, and minutes later, she got up and stood behind me as I remained on the couch. She started to unbutton her jacket, and after she finished, she tossed it in a chair.
“I definitely won’t limit myself,” she said. “If you say the sky is the limit, I’m shooting for the stars. Are you prepared to make me see stars?”
I didn’t respond as she took off the rest of her clothes and put them in the chair. She stood naked behind me while massaging my chest. I dropped my head back to look at her firm breasts and muscular frame that was sexy as fuck. The swelling of my steel made my jeans rise, and when she reached down to touch it, it grew to great heights. She bent over to kiss me, and as we tasted each other’s tongues, my chest heaved in and out. She was stroking my muscle fast—so fast that I was about to explode in her hand. Unable to control myself, I reached for her waist and flipped her over the couch. With her back facing me, she straddled my lap and spread her legs. I rubbed my fingers between her moist folds, stirring her juices. The sound of her tearful moans sounded off in the room, and instead of my fingers dancing inside of her, she cried out for so much more.
“I’m reaching for the sky,” she said, inserting my oversized muscle into her super tight, warm hole. I removed my sticky fingers, then placed my hands over her breasts to massage them. She began to ride me at a speedy pace. It was a rough ride that forced me to beat her pussy and make her come multiple times that night. It was imperative that I took her to that level; after all, I was counting on her to come through for me in a major way.
President’s Mother,
Teresa Jefferson
I stood in church, clapping my hands and stomping my feet as the choir sung so beautifully. After all the shenanigans that had been going on between me and Malik, I felt like I needed to hit up the church and pray for forgiveness. It had been a long time since I’d been to church. Now seemed like the appropriate time. Unfortunately for me, though, after the choir got finished singing, I found myself dozing off during Pastor Haynes’ sermon. I had been up all night with Malik. He had come to church with me, looking handsome as ever in a brown suit and white shirt with no tie. Nearly everybody kept looking and smiling at us. I figured I’d get hit with questions when church was over, and as soon as it was, Sister Lorraine came running up to me before I could exit the pew.
“Sister Teresa, where have you been? It’s been a long time. I’m surprised to see you here.”
She looked me up and down with jealousy in her eyes. The black and off-white hat I wore was tilted just enough where you could see my feathered hair. My make
up was flawless and the off-white linen dress I wore had a thick black belt around my waist. I topped off everything with yellow accessories and pointed-toe, high-heeled shoes.
“I’m surprised to still see you here too,” I said. “Especially since Pastor Haynes’ wife, the first lady, found out the two of you were sleeping together?”
I guess she thought I didn’t know about her drama, since I hadn’t been here. That surely made her rush away and not ask me anymore questions. Malik laughed, but as we took a few more steps forward, many more people came over to greet me.
“Teresa, how is the president doing?” Sister Payne asked. “He and Raynetta looked awesome the other night. It’s a doggone shame what happened at that fundraising event. I hope they’re okay.”
I frowned and had no idea what she was talking about.
“What fundraising event?”
Another lady, Vetta, spoke up. “Girl, you didn’t hear about it? It was all over the news. Some white men shot up the place. I heard the president was okay, and I’ve been praying for your family every day since then.”
I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes at Vetta. “God doesn’t like liars, Vetta. I doubt that you’ve been praying for my family every day, so please don’t say it if you haven’t been.”
She put her hands on her hips, ready to attack me. Before she could say anything, Malik reached for my hand and pulled me in his direction.
“Can we please go?” he asked. “Let’s go before things turn real ugly in here.”
“Is that your boyfriend or do you have another son?” Vetta asked. “I’m just asking because he looks kind of young to be your man.”
I had to respond to this nosy fool, so I pulled my hand away from Malik’s and answered her question. I didn’t care that several other people were listening.
“For the record, I don’t do boys or boyfriends. I only mess around with men who know how to get this old woman’s juices flowing, so call him what you wish. I got my special name for him too, but I’ll save it for later when the bed starts rocking again.”
I left them all with their mouths hanging open and walked off. Malik just shook his head. When we got to his car, he opened the door for me.
“I don’t know what to say about you.” A smile was on his face. He got in the car and drove off. “You are something else.”
“I just don’t like nosy people. They are too nosy for me, so I gave them an earful.” I looked up and closed my eyes. “Please forgive me, Lord. I had no other choice.”
Malik added his two-cents to my prayer. “Yes, forgive her. She doesn’t mean any harm. Amen.”
I opened my eyes and finally asked if he’d heard anything about a shooting. I surely hadn’t, but what Vetta said had me worried.
“I haven’t even watched the news,” I admitted. “Barely even looked at my phone.”
“I haven’t heard anything about a shooting either. Been too busy running back and forth from my place to yours. Maybe you should call your son to see what’s up.”
I thought about our last conversation—Stephen was so doggone nasty towards me. I didn’t want to call him, but I did want to know more about what had happened. Instead of calling him, I charged my phone and searched it on Google to see what I could find out. As I read about the incident, it angered me. I gave Malik the details. He advised me to contact Stephen.
“I know things didn’t go well that day, but don’t hold a grudge against him. I’m sure he wants to hear from you. I really do think you should reach out to him.”
Malik drove his car to a gas station. I wasn’t sure if I would call Stephen or not. Maybe when I got home.
I watched as Malik felt his pockets, then he turned off the car. “Dang, I don’t know what happened to my wallet. I had it earlier, but I must’ve left it at your place.”
I looked at my manicured nails and straightened the diamond ring on my finger. “No, you didn’t leave your wallet at my place. You may want to check all of your pockets or look up underneath the seats for it.”
He got out of the car, checking his pockets again. He then looked underneath the seat, and realizing it wasn’t there, he snapped his finger.
“I bet it fell out of my pocket while we were at church. I kept standing up and sitting down when the choir was singing. I bet I left it on the pew.”
“That could be the case too, but without any gas in your car, you don’t have enough gas to make it back to the church and look.”
He sighed and got back in the car. “Unfortunately, I don’t have enough gas to make it there. Let me hold twenty dollars so I can get some gas. I’ll give it back when I find my wallet.”
I removed my hat and laid it across my lap. “Let me be very clear about one thing, Malik. And that is, I do not give men my money. I don’t care what the situation is, don’t you ever ask me for one dime.”
His forehead lined with wrinkles as he looked at me. “That’s cool and everything, but I need to put some gas in my car. I don’t know where my wallet is, and I know you have some money in your purse. I only asked for twenty dollars. I said I would give it back to you.”
See, he messed up and got on my bad side already. “How in the hell do you know what I have in my purse? You don’t know, but I will confirm that I have, at least, two hundred dollars on me. I also have multiple credit cards, but I will not and cannot let you hold twenty dollars to put gas in your car. When you came to pick me up, your car should’ve been on full. I don’t play these kinds of games, Malik. You’d better call somebody, anybody to loan you some money. That twenty dollars will turn into fifty dollars. Fifty dollars will turn into a hundred. I’m letting you know in advance I’m not that kind of fool. With that being said, my question to you is, who are you going to call for some gas money?”
His mouth was dropped open; he appeared stunned as he looked at me. “I can’t believe you’re serious. You couldn’t be serious, are you?”
I opened the car door to show him how serious I was. “I’m calling an Uber. Call me when you get your gas tank taken care of.”
I got out of the car and strutted toward the convenience store so I could go inside and call an Uber. Malik started the car and drove next to me.
“This is real fucked up. I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and I thought we were cool. I can’t believe you got an attitude over twenty dollars. After all I’ve done to you, the least you can do is loan me twenty dollars so I don’t have to drive all the way back to the church.”
“You’d better stop talking and keep moving before you run out of gas. And what exactly have you done to me? Your penis wasn’t worth twenty dollars. Even though your head-game was, you should’ve told me I had to pay for it. Had I known, I would’ve opted out.”
Malik mumbled something underneath his breath and drove off. A few minutes later, an Uber driver showed up. She knew I was the president’s mother, and all the way to my place, I had to listen to how amazing and fine Stephen was. I was glad when she pulled in front of my apartment building. I paid her for the ride and gave her a hundred dollar tip.
“Thank you,” she said with glee in her eyes. “You’re so sweet. Tell the president I said hello, and wait a minute so I can give you my card. If you or him ever need a ride somewhere, be sure to call me. Tell him to call me anyway.”
I thanked the woman, took her card, but threw it in the trashcan when I walked into the lobby area. The security guard spoke to me, and after I swiped my card, the elevator opened. I took it up to my apartment, feeling a little bad about Malik. I just didn’t like for men to ask me for money. If they did, let it be five or ten years into the relationship.
I removed my clothes, showered and then went to the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner. Just as I took some chicken out of the fridge, my cell phone rang. I looked to see who the caller was. To my surprise, it was Stephen calling me from his private phone. Whenever he called me from that phone, I knew it was something serious.
“I thought you were done with me,” I said eve
n though I was glad to hear from him. “Why are you calling?”
“Because I want you to know about something, before it happens.”
His tone was real soft and calm.
“Before what happens?”
“Raynetta. She’s been plotting to do something real foolish behind my back. I found out that she’s been writing a tell-all book, and one publisher is willing to pay her sixty-five million for it.”
“Hell, maybe I should write a book too. But what does she have to tell? She doesn’t have anything to tell that’s worth that kind of money.”
“Yes she does, Mama. I told her about, you know. About what,” he paused and didn’t want to say it. “About him. I know I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but at the time, I thought I could trust her.”
I stood silent as I thought back to that horrific day, many years ago. Stephen didn’t have a choice. I was sick of Reggie abusing us, and I buried his ass good. I didn’t think his body would ever be found, but if Raynetta put something out there, maybe people would start looking. My thoughts of that day caused tears to form at the rims of my eyes.
“Stephen, you knew damn well you couldn’t trust her. I told you not to ever say anything to anyone. Why would you tell her, and what are you going to do now?”
There was a long silence on the other end, before he finally spoke up. “I don’t want to say it, but you already know what I have to do. I have to because she’s going to include what happened to Claire too. She’s embellishing so much shit, and I honestly feel people will believe her.”
“Maybe so, maybe not. I don’t like this, Stephen, and I am so upset with you right now for telling that heifer anything.”
“I fucked up for sure. But after tonight, General Stiles is going to take care of everything. It’ll all be over and done with. Just wanted to let you know, before you heard about it on the news.”
Stephen hung up. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I was sick and tired of this crap, and even though I was mad about Raynetta putting us out there, I couldn’t let Stephen go out like this. I didn’t think he would do anything to her while she was at the White House—she probably wasn’t there. I quickly punched in her number and was relieved when she answered her phone.
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