by Anna Black
Charles looked at me and then whispered in his lawyer’s ear. His lawyer then proceeded to say, “She can have the house and whatever amount of alimony she is asking for.”
Shocked, I asked my lawyer to confirm this. He nodded at me, letting me know I had heard right. I would be able to move out of the hotel I was living in, which was close to my restaurant. That was how I met Josie. At first, I didn’t tell her that I was the owner of Sammie’s, but when I saw the hotel had an attractions table, I wanted to add some of my to-go menus to it.
I stopped at the front desk. “Do you mind if I leave a stack here?” I asked. We had already talked briefly.
“Sure. Go ahead,” she said. She had a sad face.
I put the menus in place and then went back over to her. “Are you okay?”
“No, but I hope to be,” she confessed.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No, but I could sure use a stiff drink.”
“What time are you off?”
“Ten.”
“Come over to my place and have one on me. And if you want to talk after, we can talk. I’m a good listener.”
She smiled. “Thanks. I need a friend right now. I don’t have anyone to talk to. No one who’s not biased, anyway. Everyone I know says the same thing.”
“Well, I’m a new and fresh ear. Come over to Sammie’s when you’re done.”
I went back to my restaurant, and close to ten thirty, she walked in. I rushed over to greet her.
“Come sit at the bar. It’s slow and quiet. I’ll join you.”
I fixed us both a martini and then sat down, ready to listen. “By the way, I’m Sam.”
“I’m Josie.” She smiled. “I am just tired of my life.”
“What’s wrong with your life?” I asked, thinking, Do you have herpes too? That was the worst of my burdens at the time.
“My husband is a jailbird. He’s been in and out of prison, and no matter what, I can’t seem to shake him loose. I’ve spent more than I’ve made on legal fees and this and that,” she said. Her accent was so thick, it tickled me. “I’m just drained, you know. And then my girls love him, and I’m tired of explaining to them why their papa has to go away again. He just won’t do right. I’ve had cousins and uncles give him a legal job, you know, to keep him straight, but no, he’s a rebel. Always trying to get rich quick. And he’s now back in prison, and this time, for a very long time.”
“Hey, maybe you should count your blessings,” I said encouragingly, hoping I wasn’t out of line. “At least now your girls don’t have to see him come and go. And it’s a time for you to rebuild, so if and when he comes home again, you can show him the exit.”
She wiped her eyes and nodded. “Yes, I guess you’re right. It’s just scary, you know. God has blessed me with a new job, and I can live there rent free, so that helps me and my girls.”
“See? Things are not all bad.”
She smiled. “I guess they’re not,” she agreed.
We had a couple more drinks, and after that night, Josie and I became good friends.
Now Charles was sitting in my dining area, enjoying my stuffed chicken. I went over to get his plate when it was empty.
“Did you enjoy?” I asked him.
“You know I did. It was delicious.” He licked his lips.
Charming bastard.
“That’s good to know. Now, pay up and get the hell out,” I barked.
“Seriously? That’s how you treat your customer and ex-husband?”
“Charles, what do you want? I know it’s something.”
“You,” he said with a straight face.
I laughed. “Seriously, why are you here?”
“Again, because of you. Our marriage didn’t have to end, Sam. I loved you in spite of what happened. I did some research later, and I believe you didn’t cheat.”
“Research or no research, I didn’t cheat. Are you still going to lie that you are clean?”
“I’m clean, and it’s no lie. I read up on the virus, Sam, and if your doctor had educated you, we might not have divorced.”
“Go on,” I said. I didn’t want anyone to overhear our conversation, but I wanted to know more. I’d been so angry at the time of my diagnosis that I hadn’t hear a word my doctor said after she said I had it. Every other word out of her mouth had fallen on deaf ears.
“Herpes can be in a person’s body for ten years and not create symptoms, so I figure you may have had it before me, and since you’d never had an outbreak, I didn’t contract it.” He paused. “All I’m saying is there is no telling how long it was in your body before you found out. I don’t have it, Sam,” he said. He looked me in the eye, and he seemed sincere.
“How is that possible?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t. I’d go to any doctor, your choice, just to prove to you I’m not lying.”
I wanted to say, “Cool,” but just then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Sam, table six is asking for a manager,” Trina, one of my waitresses said.
“Excuse me.” I hurried over to handle my customers.
It turned out one of the diners at the table had received the wrong dish but didn’t have time to reorder. After I apologized for my waitress’s mistake and said I’d comp the dish that was prepared and served by mistake, I turned to head back over to Charles.
I was stopped in my tracks by Ethan’s voice.
“Sam,” he called out.
I turned to greet him. “Ethan, hey,” I said, trying to pretend I wasn’t disappointed to see him. I had some unfinished business with Charles, and Ethan showing up was not good.
“Hey, baby,” he said and kissed me. “I’ve missed you, babe. Can you cut out of here?”
“Ethan, I wish I could, but I can’t. As you can see, we are busy tonight.”
“I see. I’ll just have a seat at the bar and get me something to eat and wait until you’re done.” He smiled.
I wanted to say no, ask him to leave, and tell him I’d call him later, but I smiled instead. “Okay, baby. Have a seat. I’ll be over in a few moments.”
I went over to Charles.
“Your man?” he asked as soon as I approached.
“Yes, something like that.”
“Really? Are you guys serious?”
“Why?”
“Does he know?”
“No, and we aren’t serious enough. Okay, Charles? I haven’t told him.”
“So you are not sleeping with him?”
“Not that it’s any of your damn business, but no.”
He smiled. “You don’t have to tell him, Sam. Knowing you like I do, you’ve been celibate since our divorce. I just know it.”
He was right, but I didn’t confirm his statement.
“I want a chance to work it out,” he went on. “I know this virus is an unfortunate thing for you, but I love you, and there are preventive ways to be safe. I’m hoping you’ll give me another chance. I never stepped out on you.”
For the first time, I did believe him. “Just go, Charles. We can talk soon, but for now, it’s best that you go.”
“Fair enough. Is your number the same?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“I’ll call you.” He stood and kissed my cheek. I turned to look and see if Ethan was watching, but he was at the bar, with his back to us.
“Good night, Charles.”
“Good night, Sam.”
He made his exit, and I went over to Ethan.
“Hey, you. Why have you been avoiding me?” he said.
“I have not,” I lied.
“Yes you have. I mean, the past couple of nights, you have turned me down. You know I’m trying to be close to you.”
“I know, but I’ve been closing and been beat, babe.” I gave him a weak smile.
“Well, I don’t care how late you are done tonight. I refuse to take no for an answer.” He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “I want to do something to make you feel good.”<
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Oh no!
“Well, it may be late,” I said, hoping he’d be too tired to fulfill that promise.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t have an early day tomorrow, so I’m all yours. Now, please let me get that stuffed chicken and potatoes, baby. Hook it up with the mushrooms.”
I wondered why he’d just ordered the same meal my ex had. They were both hooked on my stuffed chicken.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Chapter Eighteen
Andrea
“Come and sit,” Quentin insisted. I had been pacing the floor of Quentin’s living room and babbling on and on about my situation with Jeremiah. I had no idea what to do, and I didn’t know what my next move was going to be.
“I can’t sit, Q,” I cried.
He got up and came over to me. “Come here. Come here.” He held me. “It’s going to be okay, Drea. First things first. Get a lawyer. You don’t have to out him, just leave him. It doesn’t have to be messy.”
He was right. All I had to do was leave him. I didn’t have to have a reason, nor did I have to reveal he was gay.
“I hope it’s that easy. I don’t see Jeremiah just letting me walk out the door. He wants to keep up this image.”
“Fuck that. You have the power, babe. You know his secret. He doesn’t have shit on you.”
“You’re right. You’re right.” I smiled at him, feeling a little better now, not as nervous as I was before.
“It’s going to be fine.”
I let out a sigh. “I guess.”
He cupped my chin and then kissed me. Every nerve and sense in my body became activated. I hadn’t been touched in over two years, and it didn’t take much to get me wet. My nipples instantly hardened, and I wasn’t going to stop him from taking me to Pleasureville.
“Quentin, I shouldn’t,” I said, showing counterfeit resistance. I wasn’t going to stop him. I wasn’t going to leave before I had an orgasm.
“I want to make you feel good, baby. Let me make you feel good, Andrea.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and then my top came off. My jeans were next, and we were both naked within a matter of minutes.
“Let me taste you again, baby,” he said.
I nodded and followed him up the steps to his master bedroom. He pulled back the fancy bedspread and helped me onto the bed. I relaxed, and he climbed on top of me and kissed me down to my nipples.
He still knew how to kiss, and his nipple-pleasing skills had improved. My body was screaming, and as soon as I felt his tongue on my clit, I moaned louder than I’d ever moaned in my life. Knowing he was now an oral master, I trembled in anticipation. I hadn’t come in a very long time, and when I did, it was so hard that it hurt.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” I panted. “No more please.”
“Baby, I haven’t broke you in yet.”
“Q, you have no idea.” I had climaxed in less than two minutes. “Let me,” I said between short breaths.
He brought his massive rod to my mouth. Just like swimming or riding a bike, you never forgot how to suck dick. His skin smelled so fresh, and the heat from his throbbing pole enticed me. I sucked his dick as if it was the last opportunity I’d get to please him.
“Baby, ooh, baby, ooh. That’s so good, baby,” he breathed. “You are going to make me squirt, baby. It feels so damn good.”
“Ump, ump.” I sucked, making slurping sounds as I enjoyed him. I was getting wetter the more I sucked.
He reached down and touched my center, played with my opening. “Aw, baby, you are so wet. Can I feel you?”
“Yes,” I said between slurps.
He pulled back and stood. I watched him get a condom and roll it on, and at that moment my guilt tried to kick in. But as far as I was concerned, my marriage was over. Correction, my marriage was dead.
Quentin positioned himself over me, and I took a deep breath, waiting for him to enter my body. I was anxious to feel him inside of me again. I thought back to when we’d been in love and when making love to Quentin had been the only thing I wanted to do. Kissing him now was like being that young, beautiful, slim woman I used to be. I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I turned my head, and my eyes welled up with tears. I felt the tip of his penis near my opening. He was about to slide in, but he stopped.
“Andrea, what’s wrong, baby?”
“I . . . I . . . I . . . Am I still beautiful to you? I’ve changed, Q, and I know I’m not sexy anymore. I just let myself go. After Jeremiah stopped touching me, I just let myself go.”
“Baby, stop. You are so beautiful. I love the way you look.” I felt him slide inside of me.
“Owww.” It felt like it had ripped me open. As he pushed in and out of me, I frowned in pain, wondering why it hurt so badly. “Slow, baby, please. That hurts.”
He pulled out, then took his time and slid back in gently. After some getting used to, his dick felt like magic.
He looked at me the entire time he pleased me, not taking his eyes off of me.
“You’re beautiful, b-baby. Your beauti-ti,” he stuttered. “Baby, it’s g-good. I’m coming.”
He came down on me and buried his face in my neck. After he released, he pushed his tongue back into my mouth. He kissed me deeply, and I felt his pelvis rolling around in between my legs. He was limp, but he moved as if he was trying to get it back up. After a couple of moments, he got up and went into the bathroom.
I smiled to myself and waited for him to rejoin me. He crawled back in bed with me a few minutes later and wrapped his body around mine. He felt good, and I wanted to stay there forever. I missed having someone to hold me. I missed having a man tell me I was beautiful, and I definitely missed having dick deep inside my canal.
He nudged me. “Maybe it’s because it’s been a while for you, babe, but you’re bleeding.”
I jerked my head up. “What?”
“There was blood on the condom.”
“Well, it’s been over two years, Q.”
“Are you okay? Because I want more.”
“Do you?” I smiled.
“Yes. You felt even better than the last time I remember having you. Tighter and wetter than I remembered.”
“Well, I did have two C-sections. Canal’s too small, according to the doctor, so nothing has changed down there.”
“Well, that soft tunnel of yours is even better than I remember, and I want to be with you, Andrea. I want you to be with me. I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did. You didn’t do anything to deserve that, and I want another chance. Please, can you give me a chance to be right with you?”
“Quentin, my life is so messed up right now. I don’t want to bring drama into your life. Jeremiah and I have a lot of issues, and I can’t go making plans or committing to a new relationship until I’ve resolved the one I’m in.”
“I know, Andrea. I know this won’t happen overnight, but I’m here. I will give you your space to handle your business, but I just want you to know I want to be the man in your life. I’ve waited this long to be next to you, and I’d gladly wait for you as long as you need me to. Just don’t shut me out or stop allowing me to see you.”
I smiled, because I wanted that too. I had never gotten over Quentin, and if I started over, I’d rather start over with him. After all, he was the one. “I want you too. Just please be patient with me and let me take care of this mess of a marriage with Jeremiah.”
“I’m patient, Andrea, and I will be here for whatever you need. I love you.”
“Thank you,” I said and rested my head on his chest. I wanted to say, “I love you too,” but I knew not to.
He kissed my hand and then pushed it down to his erection. He was ready, and even though I hadn’t been on a rodeo ride in over two years, I got on top. Not even five minutes into it, I cramped up and my thighs tightened.
“Baby, I’m out of practice,” I confessed. “This is killing me. I can’t.” The pain was unbearable.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” he said.
We
changed positions, and I ended up on my stomach. Quentin made my body moan, and I was sore when we were finally done. We showered, then went to dinner,
By the time I made it home, Jeremiah was there, cooking pasta for the kids.
“Hey,” he said with a bright smile. “How are you, baby? Where have you been?”
Shocked at his upbeat demeanor and his effort to be nice, I lied, “I had a couple of house calls. You know Drew Sidora is one of my clients. She is on the Motown Review, so I did her and a couple of young ladies from her cast.”
“That’s great.” He smiled. “Dinner is ready. Come and join me and the kids.”
I wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t want any trouble. “Just let me run up and change.”
“You do that,” he said behind his fake smile.
I knew he was being a sarcastic ass, but I went on up. I changed and examined myself in the mirror in my bathroom, noticing how big I was. A solid twenty, a twenty-two in some clothes. But Quentin’s voice telling me how beautiful I was kept ringing in my ears. “I am beautiful,” I told myself. I threw on some loungewear and headed back down the stairs.
I sat down at the kitchen table. During dinner my kids laughed, joked, and enjoyed their father. He hadn’t been at the table with us in a while, so they welcomed him, while I gave him evil looks.
He smiled at me, as if to say, “Try me, bitch,” but I just let it go and played with my pasta with my fork. The kids finished and volunteered to take up our plates, leaving me and my estranged husband seated there. When they finished retrieving the plates, the kids headed up to bathe and get things ready for school the next day. Pastor Young and I sat in silence.
“You look different. Relaxed,” he finally said to me.
“I’m coming to terms with this situation,” I returned.
“What situation? There is no situation. We are fine. Our marriage is fine, and all anyone needs to know is that Pastor Young and his first lady are still madly in love and living out God’s will.”