Twisted Vows of Seduction

by N’Tyse

  “You too, sir.” She smiled.

  “This my little sister I always talked about.”

  Jeff nodded his head, feeling more prouder of Canvas. “You did good, man.”

  “Thank you.” Canvas looked around the office. “I ain’t gon’ hold you up. I just wanted to stop by to check on you. And to thank you. For everything, bro.”

  “Don’t even sweat it. We all slip off the right track sometimes. As long as we get back on it, is all that matters,” Jeff told him. “But now I might have to come through some time to check out your skills.”

  “Do that, man. The first cut on me.”

  Jeff chuckled. “All right. Count on it then.”

  “Well, we’re about to go out to dinner. Anaya made all A’s on her report card.”

  “All A’s?” Jeff smiled at Anaya who gave him a wide-toothed grin as she nodded vigorously. “That means you’re super smart.”

  “And I made perfect attendance!” she added, lavishing in the attention.

  Canvas chortled to himself. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that one.”

  “You’re doing a fine job, man. Keep it up.”

  “Thanks, Mr. Jackson. I will.” Canvas looked down at his sister. “All right, Anaya, let’s let Mr. Jackson get back to work.”

  Jeff rounded his desk and grabbed his suit jacket. He spotted the green folder underneath a pile of paperwork and pulled it out. “Actually, I was getting ready to head out myself. I’ll walk out with you.” Before leaving, he popped his head into Christie’s cubicle.

  Christie lowered her eyes and a sinister grin played on her lips. “Back for seconds already?”

  Jeff eyed her hungrily. He looked around him and then back at her. “Actually my head is still spinning from two hours ago, but I’d love to get a rain check.”

  “Your wish is my command. You know where I live and you know where I work.”

  Jeff’s dick began to swell all on its own. He almost forgot the reason he’d stopped by. “Oh. If you don’t mind, could you give this to Robby, please? He was looking for it earlier.”

  “No problem.”

  “Thanks.” Jeff winked at her. He turned around and headed out. Canvas and Anaya were hanging by the door. “I’m heading north if you need me to drop you guys off anywhere,” Jeff said as they walked out of the doors.

  “Actually, we rolling now,” Canvas beamed, pointing to the lemon candy-painted box Chevy Caprice.

  “Nice ride you got there.”

  “And check out her twenty-inch silver stilettos,” Canvas said, referring to his car as a woman.

  “You showing out, ain’t you?”

  “Got the ladies breaking their necks, man!” Canvas laughed.

  “Ha, ha, ha. I can believe it. Well, y’all be careful and I’ll come through Saturday and let you tighten me up. Maybe we can hit the court and catch up some more afterwards.”

  “Bet that!”

  They parted ways and Jeff got in his car and headed straight to Grace’s house, Denise’s mom, to pick up Deandra before going to pick up Ménage. Since Nadine had called him back to tell him that she had made it out of her appointment in time to pick up Canvas, that was one less thing he had to do. However, he couldn’t believe that he was about to do something he’d told himself he’d never do—bring a woman into his house. But he couldn’t leave her hanging, he thought to himself. She had no family here. No real friends, besides Tiffany, whom she had refused to ask. Jeff was all she had. He hoped and prayed Deandra would be okay with it. Besides, it was only temporary. A couple of weeks couldn’t hurt.

  21

  The apartment really did look like she had been robbed. She had sold her white leather furniture and bedroom set to Tiffany for $800 on the spot cash money, and everything else was basically boxed up and taken to the storage.

  Ménage had decided on purchasing the unit simply for this exact reason. She never knew when the point and time would come for her to have to bounce, but she was aware beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would come. And with Slug popping up in her life and trying to convert her back to his thugged-out lifestyle, the warning signs couldn’t have been more heedful. This had to be a sign from God that it was time to set sail. She was going to leave everything behind so that she could pursue her dreams of becoming one of the best actresses alive. She’d had her fun, made her money, and left her mark. Now it was time to explore new things, new people, and new opportunities, in Hollywood.

  She placed her suitcase and purse by the door. That was all she was taking with her tonight. She eagerly waited for Jeff’s call so when her phone rang, she jumped to answer it, hoping it was him. When she saw the number she had programmed for Slug pop up, she shot the call straight to voicemail. A minute or two later, he called right back. Again, she forwarded the call. This time she received a message alert.

  She played back the voicemail he had left.

  “Sup, Ebony. You know who it is. Get back at me.” She deleted it and went to the next one. “This me, Slug. Call a nigga back, girl. I’m trying to come scoop you tonight.” Ménage froze and her fingers moved in a panic before she could even hit the delete option. She began calling Jeff to see where he was. The last thing she needed was for them to both show up at the same damn time.

  “Hello,” Jeff answered.

  “Hey baby, where are you?” Ménage managed to disguise her hysteria.

  “I’m actually pulling up now. Go ahead and come down.”

  “All right, baby.”

  Ménage grabbed the suitcase and her purse as she opened the door. When she saw Jeff’s BMW pull up to the curb, she headed down. He got out of the car and rushed over to get the suitcase. He loaded it into the trunk and she started for the front seat. Her eyes bucked wide when she saw the little girl in her spot.

  “I forgot to mention that I was bringing my daughter with me.”

  Ménage forced a smile as she climbed in the backseat. You damn right you did. “It’s okay,” she mustered once Jeff got in the car. “I love children.”

  “Deandra, this is Ms. Men—”

  “Ebony,” Ménage interjected. She reached her hand out to Deandra who smiled as they exchanged handshakes.

  “You’re really pretty,” Deandra complimented.

  Ménage batted her eyes. “Why thank you. You’re very pretty too.”

  Jeff began driving off, occasionally looking back at Ménage in the mirror. She could tell he was pleased with how the two of them had warmed up to each other so quickly. This was going to be easy, she thought, as she smiled at Deandra. What the little girl failed to realize was that she wasn’t going to steal her daddy from her, she was going to steal his money.

  “I can’t wait to play in your pretty long hair,” Ménage said.

  Deandra’s face lit up in excitement. “I want long curls like you, Ms. Ebony. I’m tired of ponytails, but that’s all my daddy knows how to do.”

  “Hey, I tried the curling thing and it didn’t work out.” Jeff chuckled.

  Ménage laughed along.

  “And I burned myself,” Jeff continued. “Ten times.”

  “My…my… Daddy’s afraid of a little heat,” Ménage teased. Jeff caught on as he gave her a look that said everything his mouth couldn’t. “Well, I will do your hair for school in the morning in some really pretty long curls.”

  Deandra’s smile was broad. “I can’t wait!”

  Ménage kept her smile locked and her seductive gaze fixated on Jeff so that every time he looked in the mirror, he knew what she was thinking. She had given herself a period of three weeks to find what she needed. But from the way things were going, she doubted it would take that long.

  Her phone started ringing and once again, it was Slug. She sent the call straight to voicemail. And like all the other times, he left a voice message. She pulled the phone closely to her ear to listen to it.

  “Where are you? I’ve called you like a hundred times. You better not be at that damn strip club. You know what, I’m on
my way.”

  That last voicemail had Ménage scared shitless. She didn’t know exactly what Slug was capable of and she wasn’t trying to find out. But she did know that his ass was crazy and that he couldn’t take no for an answer. He was also very much still the jealous type. He couldn’t stand for another guy to look at her. That was always the reason for unnecessary altercations. Dealing with him always came with chaos. She didn’t miss any of that drama and she sure as hell wasn’t going back to it. So she couldn’t wait for him to go over to her place like she knew that he would. She had a surprise waiting for him—she wouldn’t be there.

  “Daddy, I’m hungry.”

  “What about you, Ménage? I’m sorry, Ebony,” Jeff corrected.

  “Starving,” she said.

  “All right. What are you ladies in the mood for?”

  “Spaghetti,” Deandra shot.

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Ménage said.

  “Olive Garden it is then,” Jeff said.

  Deandra and Ménage slipped each other a victorious grin.

  Ménage then leaned back in her seat to strategize her plot even more. She couldn’t afford to mess this up. She looked back down at her phone, which she had placed on silent. There were seven more missed calls from Slug. Yep, she had to pull this off. Her money, her career, and her life were on the line.

  Hours later they were pulling into a posh suburban neighborhood. Ménage looked around at all the nice houses on the street, wondering which house might be Jeff’s. As they came to the last house, Jeff slowed down. Ménage expected nothing less as her eyes marveled over the big house. After all, his former wife had been an investment broker and with a salary as hers, they’d better be living nice.

  “We’re here,” Jeff said, throwing the car in “park.” He popped the trunk and got out to retrieve Ménage’s suitcase as she and Deandra got it.

  Jeff led the way up the well-lit sidewalk as she and Deandra followed. Once inside, Ménage began to scan the house as if she had come only to stake out the place.

  “All right, young lady, it’s time for you to take your shower and hit the sack. You have school in the morning.”

  “Aww, man, but Daddy, I’m not even sleepy.”

  Jeff gave Deandra a look that she must have been all too familiar with. She pulled in her pout, said goodnight to both of them, and headed straight to her room.

  Ménage was going to finally be able to get in some alone time. “You have a beautiful home,” she complimented.

  “Thank you, but my wife gets all the credit for this. Interior decorating was like a secret hobby for her so she spent a lot of time and attention on this house.”

  “Wow! I can definitely tell.”

  “I’ll show you around later. You’ve had a rough day and I’m sure after everything you’ve been through, the last thing you’re in the mood for is a tour.”

  “Yeah. I’m pretty beat,” she lied as she stifled a yawn. “Where should I put my things?”

  “There’s a guest bedroom down the hall. Or…you can sleep…in the den.” He smiled. “I’ve camped out in there myself plenty of nights so the couch is already broken in.”

  Ménage lavished in his attention for a moment, then took a step closer to him. On one hand, she was willing to respect the boundaries that might have applied to the home front, but on second hand, she had to shower him with affection and tender loving care. That was her recipe in the beginning, and ain’t shit changed, she thought. She leaned in for a generous hug. “I appreciate you letting me stay here.” Artificial tears welled in her eyes, but Jeff wouldn’t have known the difference if his life depended on it. “I feel safe here with you.” She was laying it on extremely thick. She laid her head on his shoulder.

  Jeff rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’m here. And you can stay as long as you need to.” She hadn’t expected him to say that.

  Ménage raised her head and placed both her hands on either side of his face. “You are a perfect man. You know that.”

  He shook his head. “I’m far from perfect. I’m just doing what I can to help out a friend in need.”

  Friend, Ménage thought. They were more than friends and the sooner he accepted her as so, the sooner he would let his guard down. It was time he got over his dead ex-wife and his stuck-up baby mama anyhow, so in actuality, she was doing him a favor by coming there. And as long as she played her position safely, yet strategically, she would get the financial blessing she had come for.

  “Well, will you be so kind to show this friend to her room?”

  “Sure. Follow me.”

  She reluctantly followed him to the guest room. He showed her where things were and where he’d be if she needed anything. He closed the door and disappeared back down the hall. Ménage’s mind raced 100 miles per hour. She wondered if this was the room his wife had slept in. If this was the bed. A perturbed feeling swept over her and suddenly she was creeped out. She turned on the television and lowered the volume.

  She put her suitcase on the bed and began unpacking and hanging up her clothes.

  After her shower, Ménage oiled herself all over and slipped on a raspberry-colored lace cami. She had every intention of going straight to bed, but she began to miss Jeff’s warm, hard body. It had been five days since she’d had him inside of her, and she doubted if she could go another night without it.

  She turned off all the lights, then quietly opened her door. She passed by Deandra’s room to find the little girl knocked out. Ménage’s bare feet padded across the polished hardwood floors as she followed the musky trail of Jeff’s cologne.

  The rest of the house was pitch-black, but Ménage managed to find her way through just fine. She was on a dick mission and she could snort out dick like a crackhead could crack.

  The door to his room was open just enough for her to slip through without making a peep. She closed it as quietly as she could behind her, then locked it. Her eyes roamed the room before focusing on Jeff. She moved toward the bed, excitement rising all the way from her hips to her lips. She pulled the clip out of her hair and her long black curls fell over her shoulders. Jeff lay there on his back, asleep. His fine dark skin looked like Godiva chocolate up against the white linens and she definitely had a sweet tooth tonight.

  She slipped off her thongs and cami, climbed on the bed, and crawled over to him. As she began to straddle him, he woke up.

  “Ménage. What are you doing?”

  “I came to take care of you, like you’ve taken care of me.” She lowered her pussy to the curve of his mouth. He knew the routine so there was no need for her to walk him through what was about to go down. She opened up her feverish pussy and practically fed it to him.

  “Ummm,” Jeff moaned, surrendering without a fight.

  “I’ve missed you, daddy,” Ménage whispered, loving the way his tongue stretched the folds of her yoni. In between licks, Jeff told her he missed her too. She reached behind and stroked his dick as he ate her out. He had definitely missed her.

  Jeff feasted on her pussy a while longer before she decided that she wanted to return the favor. She turned around and their bodies molded into the sixty-nine position. She delivered just what the doctor ordered, and when she could taste and feel his sweet banana pudding filling the back of her throat, she opened her gates of ecstasy, and climaxed.

  22

  She couldn’t believe she had come here tonight. More so because she knew in her heart that she wasn’t completely over Jeff. They hadn’t even officially broken up either. Nadine really didn’t know where their relationship stood. He wasn’t even man enough to tell her that he was interested in seeing other women. She had to hear it from his woman herself. The woman he was engaged to marry. Now that is what upset her the most.

  The least Jeff could have done was talked to her. Maybe she wouldn’t have understood why he’d chosen the other woman over her, but maybe she would have. He would have never known how she would have reacted to the news because he couldn’t be a man
and face her with the truth. Instead, he had some other woman that she knew nothing about, doing his dirty work. Nadine had given him way too much credit. She thought they were better than that. Boy, was she wrong.

  “Right this way, Madam,” the host said to Nadine as he led the way toward the back of the upscale restaurant. She was dressed to impress in a black vintage, elegant flowing gown that revealed her new workout body. The dress highlighted her curves in a tasteful fashion, yet it still left room for the imagination to wander. The twelve-pound shed was a result of the switch in birth control pills and the extensive workout regimen with Jay. While she still had another goal to reach, she looked and felt amazing.

  As they came to the VIP section of the restaurant, the host pulled out her chair and motioned with his hand for her to take a seat.

  “Mr. Dupree will join you shortly.”

  “Thank you.” Nadine graciously smiled.

  She took a look around and smiled at the trouble this Mr. Dupree must have gone through to reserve this space. Nonetheless, it definitely made quite an impression. The entire room was romantically lit by low hanging chandeliers. The décor—hues of brown, peach, and gold. But what delighted her the most was the beautifully dressed Asian woman in front of the room, playing a harp.

  Her thoughts one-tracked to this mystery man who had sent her a bottle of wine and roses as an invitation to dinner. She couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like and the waiting was killing her. The second she took her eyes off the harpist and turned slightly to the left, a tall, bald, debonair man dressed in the finest of linen approached her.

  “Nadine.” He gently kissed the top of her left hand before taking a seat across from her. “I prayed to God that you would show up tonight.”

  “Well, good thing he was listening.” Nadine smiled, somewhat baffled because she couldn’t place his face. And that face was one she could never forget. He had skin the color of maple, brown almond-shaped eyes, and perfect teeth. She always took notice of a man’s teeth. If he took care of his teeth, he took care of every other part of his body, she’d grown to believe. His voice was deep and harmonic. As rich as that kiss that sent a surge of tingles down her spine.