Big Daddy Sinatra 3: The Best of My Love (The Sinatras of Jericho County)

by Monroe, Mallory

  A car horn blew and Jenay and Donald looked to see a Lexus as it stopped in the middle of the street, and a blonde pressed down the car’s window. When Jenay saw that it was Theresa, one of the ladies in town who she considered a close friend, she smiled. Theresa’s husband was a major businessman in town too. “Hey, Jenay!” she yelled.

  “Hey girl. How’s it going?”

  “I thought you would be gone by now.”

  “I thought so too. I’m catching a later flight. Charlie insists on taking me to the airport, so I had to work around his schedule.”

  Theresa laughed. “Ah that’s so sweet! He is such a sweet man!”

  “You’d better not let him hear you say that,” Jenay said.

  “You mean Big Daddy Sinatra doesn’t mind his reputation as a badass? He doesn’t want people to truly know just how soft he really is?”

  Jenay laughed. “Keep talking,” she said. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jenay also noticed that traffic was beginning to back up because of Theresa’s decision to stop in the middle of the street to talk, and horns were beginning to honk.

  Theresa looked through her rearview and saw it too. “Keep your shirt on!” she yelled, although none of the drivers of the cars behind her could hear her. She looked at Jenay. “We’ll talk later, girl,” she said. “Have a safe flight.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Hey, Donald,” Theresa added, and then drove off without waiting for his reply.

  “See?” Donald said.

  Jenay looked at him. “See what?”

  “Even Miss Theresa doesn’t give me the time of day. Nobody respects me! And if you think the older ladies are that way with me, imagine how the younger ladies are. My ex-wife and I got into it that one time and now they’re scared I’ll do the same thing to them. One of the girls around here even said to me the other day that my grandfather killed his wife and because of that she’s not having anything to do with a Sinatra. ‘You aren’t killing me,’ she said.”

  “But Donnie, don’t you get it?” Jenay asked him. “She’s only saying that because that special prosecutor is in town and everybody’s talking about your grandfather’s case right now. Most of the people around here who knew him thought he was dead, and the rest were too young, like you, to know him at all. All of the talk will die down.”

  “Not if they release him from prison,” Donald said. “I asked Brent if the state released Granddad from prison would he be allowed to live in Jericho again, and Brent said yes. If that happens I’m screwed for life, Ma! I’ll have to leave my hometown just to find a date!”

  “Oh, baby,” Jenay said and gave her stepson a big hug. He used to be her staunch enemy when she first started dating his father. Now they were close, and she was his greatest defender. When they stopped hugging, she looked at him. Tears were in his small, blue eyes. She kept her hand on his neck. “Still taking your meds?” she asked him.

  Donald nodded. He suffered from Depression, and although he used to refuse to acknowledge his condition and would fight against taking any kind of medication, he now took his meds consistently, and did everything he was supposed to do. He was a changed man, but nobody gave him credit for the change.

  “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she said. “You’ll be okay. Keep going to church like you’re doing. Keep praying. Things will turn around for you. God will send you the right girl, don’t worry. But you made your own bed hard when you beat on your wife.”

  Donald nodded. “I know.”

  “You also broke your daddy’s heart,” Jenay added.

  Donald looked at her. She could tell he wanted to battle that suggestion, since his father was the most important person in this world to Donald, but he didn’t fight the truth. He nodded on that too. “I know,” he said.

  “Just keep doing the right thing, you’ll be rewarded. You can’t go wrong doing right.”

  Donald smiled. “You sound like Tony,” he said.

  “Boy bye!” Jenay said with a laugh and headed across the sidewalk toward Charles’s office. Donald headed for his Jeep. He had to get back to work.

  Jenay entered the lobby of her husband’s storefront office and smiled at his assistant. “Well hello there, Faye.”

  Faye smiled at Jenay. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sinatra. Great to see you again!”

  “Is he in?”

  “Yes, ma’am, he’s here.”

  Jenay began heading toward the back. “How are things going for you today?”

  “Things are going well, thank-you, ma’am. Oh, and congratulations.”

  Jenay stopped walking and looked at her. “Congratulations for what?”

  “Word has leaked that you’re going to be our Founder’s Day queen. That’s quite an honor, Mrs. Sinatra.”

  Girl bye, Jenay wanted to say. What kind of honor is that? But Faye was only repeating a rumor. “No decision yet,” she said instead, and continued down the hall that led to her husband’s private office.

  Charles sat behind his desk and was on his desk phone when she walked in. He waved her back and continued to talk as she approached. “Not until we receive ten percent mark-up,” he said into the phone. “At least ten.”

  Jenay wore a short print dress that made her look like a kid again. He looked at her shapely legs as she approached him. “That’s what I’m saying. Ten percent or nothing. We’re out if they don’t agree to terms.”

  She blew a kiss at him. He continued to watch her, but was too absorbed in his phone conversation to respond to her air kiss.

  “I can’t,” he said into the phone. “Nope. I said no. That’s out of the question.”

  Jenay walked around the desk until she was beside his chair.

  “Already asked and answered fifty different ways,” Charles went on. “I’m not going around that bush again. They either agree to terms or they can forget it. We’ll find somebody else. Okay. Keep me posted, Mitch.” Then Charles hung up the phone and leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips.

  “Good afternoon,” he said.

  “Hey.” She leaned her butt against the front of his desk, beside him, and folded her arms. “Your assistant just congratulated me.”

  “What for?”

  “My selection as Founder’s Day queen.”

  Charles frowned. “You turned them down already!”

  “I know. And you know it too. But for some strange reason they don’t want the town to know.”

  “What is with them and this queen bullshit?” Charles wanted to know. “Who the fuck cares?”

  “Oh, it’s a big deal, Charles, don’t minimize it. There are women in this town who would give their right arm for the honor.”

  “Not my wife! And I want them to stop hounding you about it. I guess I’ll have to talk to those assholes again.”

  “Don’t you dare,” Jenay said. “That’s what they want. They want you to compromise with them. They will leave me alone provided you allow them access to your new country club whenever it opens. That’s what they want.”

  “I’m not even thinking about that club.” Then he leaned back and looked at her. “And I know you aren’t asking me to agree to that compromise.”

  “Hell no! You’d better not allow those fools anywhere near that club when it opens. But that’s why I’m telling you to stay out of it. I’m still weighing my options.”

  “What options?” Then he stared at her. “You’d better not be considering going along with that queen nonsense!”

  Jenay didn’t respond, but Charles knew her.

  “But why?” he asked with puzzlement in his voice.

  “Because they and all of their ancestors will turn over in their graves if I say yes. They knew all along I wouldn’t go for it. They were using it only as a bargaining chip. I might call their bluff.”

  Charles smiled, and then laughed. “I need you at my negotiating table. I’m not playing! You’re good.”

  Jenay laughed too.

  “So,” Charles said, “what do I owe the p
leasure of this visit?”

  “Other than the fact that you’re supposed to be taking me to the airport?”

  “That’s not for another couple hours. Why are you so early?”

  “I wanted to see your pretty face.”

  Charles made a cocked-eyed ugly face. Jenay laughed. “Now tell me the truth,” Charles said. “What’s up?”

  Jenay exhaled and turned serious. “It’s no big deal,” she said, “but it did get my attention.”

  “Yeah? What?”

  “Our reservations at the Inn.”

  “What about our reservations?”

  “We received a string of cancellations, which is fine and not that unusual, until I contacted a few of our more loyal customers and asked them why.”

  “Good business move,” Charles said. “What did they say?”

  “They said they don’t like rats.”

  Charles frowned. “What?”

  “I’m telling you what they said. They said they heard we had a rat problem. Then some said they heard about the bed bugs and how they couldn’t chance it. Others said we were in foreclosure and they didn’t want to be a part of a sinking ship.”

  Charles was stunned. “What are you talking about? Somebody’s sabotaging us?”

  Jenay nodded. “That’s my conclusion too. You’d better believe it. Our loyal customers went to town with the complaints.”

  “And you call those people loyal? Believing shit like that?”

  “Oh don’t you dare blame them!” Jenay shot back. “They’re being used for another man’s agenda, but they don’t know that. They just think their voicing their concerns when voicing their concerns is the scheme itself. Don’t you dare blame them.”

  Charles’s desk intercom buzzed. He pressed the button. “Yes?”

  “Mr. Skivy and Mr. Owens are here to see you, sir.”

  Charles looked at Jenay. “What are they doing here?” he asked her. “Send them in,” he said to his assistant, and then released the button. Jenay stood up and turned toward the entrance. Two of Charles’s top line negotiators, Zim Skivy and Victor Owens, walked in. They spoke to Jenay, but Charles was too curious.

  “What are you guys doing here?” he immediately asked them.

  “We have some bad news, boss,” Victor said.

  “Tell me.”

  “We lost the Akron bid.”

  “We lost it?” Charles asked. “How could we lose it? We were a shoo-in!”

  “We were supposed to be,” Victor said as he checked the text message he suddenly received. “But somebody outbid us. By a mile.”

  “If it was only Akron,” Charles said, “you guys wouldn’t be here.”

  “That’s because we lost Vermont too,” Zim said. “We lost two bids in a row.”

  “Make that three bids in a row,” Victor responded as he read his text. “We just lost Detroit too.” He looked at his boss. “Somebody just pulled a fucking trifecta on us.”

  Jenay looked at Charles. Charles leaned back, in heavy contemplation.

  “This is crazy, boss,” Zim said. “It’s never happened before. Three in a row? This feels like an attack.”

  “But from who?” Victor asked. “Who would want to attack us?”

  Charles looked at Jenay. She was his number one advisor and all of his men knew it. “You think it’s him?” he asked her.

  Jenay continued to think about it. Then she nodded. “It’s possible,” she said. “He has the money. He doesn’t have your kind of money, but he has money. That resort he wants to build will cost a hundred million easy. He’s throwing around a few hundred thousand on a few projects to shake things up. It’s possible.”

  Charles nodded. “Then we’ll have to shake back.” Charles motioned to Victor. Victor took out his pad. “I want you to find out everything there is to know about Matt Dellum. D-E-L-L-U-M”

  “Who the hell is Matt Dellum?” Victor asked.

  “He’s the fellow that bought a Bed and Breakfast in town, one that competes for our customers.”

  “You’re telling me he underbid on those properties so that he could what? Close the Inn?”

  “Oh no,” Charles said. “He doesn’t give a damn about our B & B, nor his for that matter. He has bigger fish to fry. For some reason people have this misguided belief that all they have to do is force us to go along with their agenda, and we’ll go along with it.”

  Victor chuckled. “They don’t know you or Mrs. J. at all,” he said, “if they think that.”

  “Right,” Charles and Jenay said together.

  “I’ll get on it, boss,” Victor said. He and Zim then said their goodbyes, and left.

  After they left, Charles and Jenay looked at each other. She sat back on the edge of his desk, facing him. She didn’t realize that he was holding her hand, until she sat down. “He won’t get away with it, Charlie,” she said.

  Charles nodded. “I know.” Although he smiled, Jenay could still see the concern in his eyes.

  “Then what is it,” she asked, “if it’s not Matt Dellum’s nonsense?”

  “The idea that you’re leaving town for a week when this nonsense is going on.”

  Jenay stared at him. “Matt Dellum’s nonsense, or your father’s hearing nonsense?”

  He looked into her beautiful eyes. “Both,” he said. “Not good timing.”

  “It’s not a question of timing,” Jenay said. “It’s a question of my father’s surgery, and the fact that my mother will need help during his recovery. I have to go.”

  Charles nodded. “I know. And I know it’ll never be good timing no matter when you left me.” Then he tossed his pen on his desk and rubbed his face with both of his hands. “Go lock the door,” he said.

  Jenay knew better than that. “What for?” she asked.

  But Charles only looked at her with that I know you aren’t questioning me look he sometimes gave her. “Yes, Big Daddy,” she said whenever he gave her that look, to let him know that she was not pleased when he lived up to his reputation. But she got up and locked the door.

  When she returned and sat on the edge of the desk in front of him, instead of getting up to make some kind of sexual move as she expected him to do, he knelt down, in front of her, and removed her panties.

  “Charlie, what are you doing?” she asked before she realized the words had left her lips.

  “I’m marking you,” he said as he opened her legs, placed his fingers into her vagina, and then began to lick her. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m making certain all of those muscle-headed hunks in California understood just how unavailable you really are. I want you to understand it too. I’m reasserting my claim.”

  And when he said those last words, he plunged his tongue so deep into her pussy that Jenay lifted her legs, leaned her body back against the desk, and squealed with pleasure. He was doing it now. His mouth was smacking on her pussy, and she could hear every smack, and feel even the texture of his tongue as he licked her with those long strokes, and kept slicing and dicing her.

  Charles was feeling the sensations too. How in the world was he going to be without this for an entire week? This was his baby and her pussy belonged to him. And he was taking possession of it with the kind of hard eating a man half his age would never be able to perform. Because he wouldn’t possibly have the experience, the skill, the level of love Charles had for Jenay.

  He went to town on her pussy. For several minutes she was literally lying down on his desk, and he was standing up with her legs lifted back far toward her head, giving him complete access to her treasure, as he ate her. Jenay didn’t know how she was going to make it for an entire week without the kind of thrills he gave her either. Especially when he finally stopped eating her, which she thought would be the letdown of letdowns, and began fucking her.

  He pulled down his pants and briefs, pulled out his stiff pecker, and began hitting the top of her vagina in a tease of entry. Then he slid her ass even closer to the very edge of the desk, and he entered her.<
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  Jenay loved that feel of his dick expanding the deeper it moved inside of her. And when it started fucking her without the tease, when his dick began sliding along her ridges and moving in and almost out in repetitive wonderment, she nearly passed out from the intensity of the feelings. Charles was love-fucking her, which was the best kind of lovemaking ever invented, and she was the recipient of that great gift.

  Charles kept his eyes trained on her gorgeous face as he fucked her. His hips were moving back and forth, back and forth, as if he was hitting against the desk. Only Jenay’s pussy was in the way, and he was hitting that. As his muscular shaft pushed deeper and deeper into her pliable folds, he closed his eyes and experienced the beauty of it. Tough guy, they called him. Too hard-edged and cold-blooded, too ruthless, they said about him. And he was all those things and more. But here he was, fucking his wife, and tears were trying to come into his eyes. He thought the love of a good woman was a dream that would never come true for him. And then he met Jenay. And now, nearly ten years later, the woman he thought he could at least trust and treat with respect, was the love of his life. Her eyes were closed, her body was arching, all because he fucked her in a heightened, otherworldly way he couldn’t possibly bestow onto any other woman. And she loved how he did her. And he loved that she loved it.

  He became so enraptured by her love that he lifted her body, sitting her upright, and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he fucked her. Then he began kissing her. Jenay could taste him and her on his mouth as he kissed her, but it only made the sensations more stark. She thought about how he was doing her, as she felt his body slapping against hers, as her vagina felt filled to the breaking point as if his already fully-aroused dick, miraculously, was still expanding!

  And when they finally came together as he knew they would, he pushed that thick dick all the way inside of her until his balls were slamming against her vagina, giving her pain with her pleasure. His body was leaned in a backwards lean as he held onto her and poured into her and they both stifled screams from the sheer elation of their cum.

  He was still emptying inside of her when his desk intercom buzzed. He closed his eyes. “Dammit!” he said in a voice that was nearly out of breath.