Saint returned to the driver’s seat, tugged the door from her grip and closed it. He turned on his music; Mac Miller rapped “Unfaithful” as he put his car in reverse. Payton continued to stand there and watch him drive away until he was a tiny spec a quarter of a mile down the street. She turned her left knee slightly inward as a solitary tear ran down her dark, satiny face.
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CHAPTER TWO
Several weeks later…
Saint stormed in the house and removed his sunglasses from the top of his head.
“Crazy ass day.” He said out loud as he moved across the shiny, white marble floor.
“Shit!” he yelled as he almost slipped on one of Hassani’s toys. “Hassani! Come here, please.”
Soon he heard the pounding of two tiny feet charging from the playroom. Saint smiled as his four and half year old son darted towards him, his long, caramel legs like a blur as his arms extended outward. Thick, black swirls of hair bounced with each gallop as he made it to his finish line. Saint whisked him up in the air, spun him around and kissed him on his cheek.
“Daddy’s home!” Hassani smiled widely.
“Yes I am. Now, what have I told you about leaving your toys everywhere, prince? Daddy almost got hurt. Do you want Daddy to get hurt?” Saint asked in a soft tone.
Hassani shook his head vigorously. ‘No.’
“OK, well, Daddy can get hurt and fall down if you do this. Also, the toy could be broken and then you’d never get to play with it again. Let’s get your toys up, OK?”
Saint lowered Hassani back down to the ground. The boy picked up the toy and held it up to Saint.
“I got it. Better now, Daddy?” he asked, his big dark brown eyes shining brightly.
“Yes, much better,” Saint smiled. “Where’s Mommy and Dakarai at?” he asked as he walked towards the kitchen.
“Mommy is giving Dakarai a bath. He poured flour all over himself.”
Hassani was now playing with the tiny red car that almost caused Saint to lose his balance. Saint looked at his son and burst out laughing as he flipped through the mail on the counter.
“You did that once, only it was sugar. You made a sticky mess.”
“No I didn’t, Daddy!” Hassani twisted around, his little green shorts bunched up as he contorted his body.
“Yes you did!” Saint laughed. “Your Mommy laughed and said you were super sweet.”
Hassani giggled.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Saint picked up his son and looked at him closely as he carried him to the grand staircase. He couldn’t get over how much Hassani looked more and more like him, as each day passed. It was like looking into a mirror. Xenia had compared their baby photos, and besides the aged appearance of Saint’s pictures and their eye color, you would’ve thought it was the same child.
It’s amazing how egotistical God lets us be, Saint thought. He allows us to create small versions of ourselves, to admire and look at all day. Is this what Christians mean when they say God made us in his image? I don’t believe so, but how uncanny that only half of him has my DNA, yet my genes for his physical appearance took over almost completely.
Saint was mesmerized by this fact as he continued to scan over his son with each upward step. Saint smiled as he approached the upstairs and heard Xenia singing the theme to Sesame Street. He walked into the large hall bathroom and saw Dakarai bouncing up and down in the big bath full of sudsy water with assorted colorful bath toys floating about. Xenia, not noticing him, kneeled at the tub, her hair wrapped in a green silk scarf, large gold hoop earrings dangling from her ears, her face natural and clean, eyelashes batting as she grinned with each lyric that ran off her tongue from between her soft, full lips. Dakarai’s straight black hair was slicked back from the water. His big hazel eyes, like his father’s, were joyous as he anticipated the next word Xenia would sing. He bobbed up and down in the water, happily, as he began to splash about.
Xenia put up her hands.
“Dakarai!” she laughed. “Stop splashing me! Oh my goodness. Giving you a bath is always an adventure.” Dakarai continued to pummel her with flying water, saturating her long, black sundress. Xenia stood up, her small, soft bare feet planted firmly as she reached over to massage more shampoo in Dakarai’s hair.
“Mommy!” Hassani yelled out, startling her.
Xenia jumped, put her hand up to her chest and closed her eyes. “Oh my God, y’all scared me! I didn’t even hear you come in,” Xenia smiled. Saint walked closer to her and kissed her cheek. He looked down at her dreamily, moving his lips to hers as he closed his eyes and kissed her softly over and over.
“Oh no,” Hassani said. He dropped his car on the floor to put his hands over his mouth. “You kissed!” he giggled uncontrollably.
“Yup, Daddy kissed Mommy,” Saint smiled as he put Hassani down. Saint always wanted his children to see what he saw growing up, ample affection between him and his Goddess so that they, too, would know what love looks like.
“Daddy!” Dakarai yelled out as he splashed about in the water.
“Dakarai, I heard you tried to make a cake but you were the main ingredient, is that true?” Saint laughed.
Xenia nodded. “All you could see were his eyes blinking,” she laughed. “He was quiet as a mouse. Saint, even his eyelashes were covered. I had just opened the bag. He grabbed it down from the counter as soon as I went over to the refrigerator to get the milk out and he poured it all over himself. He didn’t say one word.” Xenia laughed harder. “I closed…” she held her stomach as she doubled over, laughing hysterically and gasping for air. “I closed the refrigerator door and looked over and saw Casper the ghost standing there, looking absolutely ridiculous. All you could see…all you could see…were his eyes…blinking. He didn’t say not one word! I think he was in shock!” Xenia was now leaning to the side, laughing so much that tears welled up in her eyes.
Saint burst out laughing and looked at Dakarai. “You are the messiest kid I’ve ever known. I take that back, Hassani is, but you come a close second. Did you help Mommy clean up?” he asked.
Dakarai shook his head. ‘No.’
“I didn’t think so,” Saint laughed. Saint kissed Xenia again. “I’m going to go use the bathroom and play with Hassani for a while. You can bring Dakarai into Hassani’s room after you get finished with him here.”
“OK,” Xenia said as she knelt back down to rinse the shampoo out of Dakarai’s hair.
Saint walked down the hall, the sunlight from a far window blazing through and the cool breeze from it bathing each of them in the serenity of the spring scents from the outdoors. Saint opened Hassani’s door and shook his head.
“I’m going to use the bathroom. In the meantime, I want you to clean this up,” he said as he disappeared to his en suite bathroom. He was back to his son’s room in moments,
“Your mother picks up your mess at least twice a day, Hassani. She shouldn’t have to do it so often. Mommy is busy too and she insists on doing it instead of us hiring someone but really, it should be you cleaning it up anyway,” he chided as he rubbed freshly applied lotion into his hands. He picked Hassani back up and looked him in the eye. “Do you think it’s right that Mommy has to pick up your things all the time?”
He lowered him down onto his “Cars” themed rug.
“I think she should, Daddy. Mommy does it better. She likes it. I’m just helping her,” he said with a smile.
A little pimp and manipulator, Saint thought with a smile. He’s just like me. This has to stop.
“She doesn’t like it, Hassani and even if she did, that doesn’t make it OK. She may do it better, but instead of relying on her to clean up after you all the time, you should show her how much you love her by helping out. When you clean up after yourself better, it makes Mommy and Daddy happy. You have toys all over the entrance way in the foyer. You have toys all over the playroom. You have toys all over your room and you even have some under Mommy and Daddy’s bed. Now come on. Don’
t rely on a woman, especially your mother, to do all your work for you, Hassani.”
Hassani looked at his father pensively. “But Mommy washes your clothes, Daddy. She cooks you dinner, too.” Hassani picked up his toys, looked at them fondly before placing them back inside of the toy box.
Saint laughed. Yup, he’s a mini-me. God help me and the world.
“That’s true Hassani but your Mommy is my wife, so our relationship is different than the one you have with her but you have made a valid point. She is not your maid, she is your mother though. One day when you have a wife, it would be OK to expect each other to do things like this for one another but your Mommy isn’t some personal servant of yours. You’re four; you can do this on your own.” Saint bent down and helped him finish cleaning up.
“What does…‘val-lid’ mean?” Hassani asked as he picked up a yellow shirt and put it on his bed.
“Valid? Valid, hmmm, that’s a good question. It’s kind of hard to explain without using an even more complicated word. Let’s see, let me give you an example. If you say to me, ‘Daddy, I want to go outside and play,’ and I say ‘you can’t because you haven’t eaten your dinner,’ then you say, ‘but I’m not hungry and dinner is not for another hour,’ then that could be a valid statement because everything you said is true, but that doesn’t mean you will get to go out and play. It just means that you have told me something that is true, that is correct. Do you understand?” Saint asked as he folded one of Hassani’s T-shirts and placed it back in the drawer.
Hassani nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
Saint watched his son go around the room, picking up the rest of the toys, clothing and books. He has above average intelligence. He will have my same gifts once he reaches adulthood. He’s funny. He keeps testing authority every chance he gets and he looks like me. Now I see how my father felt. Saying this is going to be challenging is an understatement.
Just then Xenia walked in. “Hi, my handsome men!” she greeted as she held Dakarai on her hip and bounced him up and down.
“I wanna play!” Dakarai screamed out as he eyeballed his big brother’s extensive toy car collection. Xenia put him down and he made a mad dash towards the colorful miniature vehicles, much to Hassani’s dismay.
“No, Dakarai!” Hassani yelled as he grabbed his small yellow Porsche possessively.
“Hassani, what did I tell you about sharing?” Xenia asked, her eyebrow raised as she put her hand on her hip.
“No, Mama!” Hassani screamed, tears streaming down his face. “Day-Day breaks everything!”
“OK, OK,” Saint said as he took Hassani by the hand.
He looked over his shoulder at Xenia who had lifted her sundress slightly, bent over and scratched her knee. Saint felt his dick jump as he surveyed her beautiful legs and recollected them wrapped snugly around his head as he devoured her early that morning before he left for work.
“Look, Dakarai, don’t play with Hassani’s cars, OK? You two can play together, play with other stuff in here but leave his cars alone, do you understand?”
Dakarai looked at his father angrily, then nodded, “Yes.”
The doorbell rang. Saint’s eyebrow rose.
“Are you expecting someone?”
Xenia’s thoughts raced. “Oh! Yes, I almost forgot. The babysitter is stopping by. She left her phone case here from the other night. It’s in the kitchen.”
Saint turned and left out the bedroom, greeting the babysitter at the door.
“Hello Chantel,” Saint smiled as he let her inside.
“Hi Dr. Aknaten,” Chantel closed the tall door behind her. “Mrs. Aknaten said my cell phone case is in the kitchen. Sorry!” she smiled.
“Oh, that’s not a problem, follow me.” Chantel followed behind Saint into the massive kitchen that was fit for a top Chef. He looked around and spotted it on one of the black, granite counter tops. “Here it is,” he handed it to her.
“Thanks,” Chantel slid it into her pocket.
“Hey, uh, are you in the middle of something or busy right now, Chantel?” Saint asked, lowering his brows.
“Um, no, not really.”
“Can you spare like an hour? I need to speak to my wife about some things and it would be great if you could watch the boys for a minute. I’ll pay you of course.”
“Oh sure, no problem! I had a couple classes at the university today. Can I do my homework? This calculus class is kicking my ass, I mean, behind.” Chantel blushed.
Saint laughed, “Of course, no problem. Follow me upstairs.”
Chantel followed behind Saint. Once they reached Hassani’s bedroom, he pulled out his wallet and handed Chantel thirty dollars. “OK, you two be good. Mommy and Daddy need to talk. Chantel will be here watching you for a little while. If you two play nice together, I’ll take you out for ice cream later.”
Hassani jumped up and down happily. “Ice cream! I want superman or bubble gum and I want two scoops!” he cheered. “In a waffle cone! I want a big waffle cone and I want sprinkles and nuts and whipped cream and chocolate chips!”
Xenia laughed as she took Saint’s hand and they both left their eldest son’s bedroom.
Saint gripped her hand tightly and led her to their bedroom.
He opened the door, exposing the large plant she had recently bought. It brushed softly against Saint’s legs as he entered. Moving briskly past it, he quickly closed the door behind her and locked it. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Xenia put her hand on her hip and looked up at him with a sardonic smile.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
“You know what’s up. Don’t act brand new with me,” he winked. “This is our routine, baby. I got Chantel to stay because I need more than our usual quickie today. I need the rapture,” He looked her up and down, lust consuming him. She didn’t budge. “Woman, you better come up out of that dress. Take that scarf off, too. I don’t want to make love to Aladdin,” he teased as he pulled his pants down.
“Fuck you, Saint,” Xenia laughed as she pulled her dress up and over her head, exposing her large, rounded and perky breasts and lacey black panties.
“Yes fuck me, that’s exactly what I want you to do.” He smiled as he stood stark naked for a moment before making his way towards her. Saint embraced Xenia tightly, their naked bodies pressing together firmly as he planted his lips on hers. He listened to her breathing, sensed it going faster and faster, harder and harder. Then he snaked his long tongue inside her mouth, wiggled it around slowly as he held her waist.
Xenia moaned and her mouth curved against his lips as he quickly picked her up and walked her over to their bed. He laid her down in the middle of red silk sheeted love nest, crawled to her, let his longing show in his bright, hazel eyes.
He leaned over her and pulled her panties off teasingly with his teeth. Xenia let her head fall back as she removed the scarf from her head, allowing her thick natural curls to fall to her shoulders. Saint immediately smelled the mango and coconut conditioner she had used the night before. He inhaled deeply as he moved over her body and pressed her down onto the bed as he lightly licked the side of her delicate neck adorned with a black diamond and ruby necklace he had bought her, making her churn like butter in his grip. Xenia sighed louder as he placed his hand between her thick thighs and rubbed it up and down as he breathed heavy in her ear.
“Daddy’s home,” he said as he glided his middle finger inside her. “I want some of your candy. What flavors do you have today?” Saint whispered in her ear.
“Something you’re going to love,” Xenia responded softly.
“I know that to be true, one hundred percent. I want some of your sugar. You want my tongue in your pussy, baby?” he asked, still smiling from ear to ear as he hid his face by her shoulder, continuously jetting his finger in and out of her, feeling her wetness increasing with every second that passed.
“Yesssss,” Xenia sighed, grinding her hips to his movements. Saint pulled his finger out of her an
d moved down quickly between her legs. He pushed her thighs up to her chest and nestled comfortably between them. Closing his eyes, he twirled the tip of his tongue inside her and flicked it lightly all over her pussy.
“Mmm, baby. You’re extra juicy today,” he murmured as he kept her hips secured. Xenia sighed and moaned as she gripped the red silky fabric of the sheets in her delicate hands. Her body shook harder with each flick of his tongue. Saint lifted her up higher, pressing her ass to his chest by hooking his arms securely around her thick thighs. Her back completely elevated and only her head and shoulders against the cool, crimson fabric, Xenia looked up at him while he kept her secure in the wheel barrel position. He worked his tongue in circles, round and round, all over her love. He briefly looked at her then shoved his tongue as deeply as he could inside her. Xenia screamed out, her shoulders rising off the bed as he twirled and rolled his tongue and thrust it in and out of her.
“Oh! Shit!” She squirmed around, her thighs tightening around Saint’s face as he rubbed her clitoris while simultaneously tongue fucking her vigorously. Then he stopped, looked up at her and winked while he inserted his finger inside her again, added another and pushed slowly and deeply, brushing against her walls. Xenia stopped moving and her jaw tensed as Saint tortured her G-Spot.
“Oh God, Saint, please don’t make me pass out again!” she pleaded as she sighed and moaned and pushed her body hard against his hand.
Saint grinned. “Hey, my Nubian diamond, just shine for me. Don’t worry about that. If you go to sleep, my sleeping beauty, I’ll kiss you back to life.” He continued to work on her with skilled fastidiousness. “I love those noises you make – so sexy.”
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