Addicted

by Zane

  When he came to bed later that night, I was asleep, but he woke me up to have sex. I was ecstatic—he was the only man I ever truly wanted in the first place. As usual, he just used me to do his do, and when I tried to go down on him, he refused me once again.

  I decided to tell him the truth about what happened with Brina. Well, kind of. I conveniently made it sound like I stayed there for hours after Dempsey left, comforting her, when that wasn’t even the case. However, the black eye was pure fact, and Jason told me to stay away from the stupid bitch if she was dumb enough to let herself be beat like that. I ended up having to listen to the all-your-friends-are-sluts speech, but I fell asleep in the middle of it.

  chapter

  eighteen

  “Mrs. Reynard, there’s a Quinton Matthews here to see you.” My secretary’s voice screeched out over the speaker on my desk. I was in the middle of drinking a cup of hot tea and almost spilled it on a pile of prints, new additions to the collection. I had decided not to use Quinton’s work because I knew the affair would eventually have to end, and I didn’t want anything tying us together when it did. I wanted the break to be clean, and as far as I was concerned, the affair ended the day I caught him with his dick all up in Diamond’s pussy.

  “Send him in, please.” I released the speak button on the intercom and wondered why the hell he would risk coming to my office when he could’ve called. I wasn’t about to confront him in the outer office. All I needed was some drama getting into the hands of gossipmongers.

  He stormed into my office like he owned the place and sat on the edge of my desk. “Zoe, why haven’t you called me or come by?”

  His ass was really trippin’, so I told him, “Your ass is trippin’. Why the hell do you think I haven’t?”

  “You tell me!” He started getting loud on a sistah.

  “Keep your voice down,” I insisted. “This is a business.” Once he calmed down and started breathing through his mouth again, I added, “You know why I haven’t called your ass. Get real! The last time I saw you, you were fucking the hoochie down the hall.”

  “I told you that was an accident.” He came closer to me, trying to give me a hug. “It’s all about you and me, Boo. You’re my girl.”

  “Get your fuckin’ hands off me!” I started getting loud my damn self.

  “See, now you’re the one overreacting.”

  “Naw, hell naw, I’m not.” I really didn’t want to rehash the dirt, and definitely not in my office. “Could you do us both a favor and just leave? I have a lot of work to do. I’ve fallen way behind fooling around with you.”

  We were both on our feet by that time, having a good old-fashioned Mexican standoff. I didn’t have a damn thing to say and neither did he. We just stared at each other until he finally broke the silence. “I’m not giving up on this relationship, Zoe. That’s the bottom line. If I have to camp outside in your secretary’s office with a sleeping bag and a box of Twinkies, so be it.”

  I couldn’t hold the laugh in. “Oh, so now I’m a joke, Zoe?” I laughed harder until the tears starting rolling down my cheeks and I was holding my stomach. The fact of the matter was what he said was hilarious, but the situation wasn’t.

  I regained my composure because he was truly getting pissed. “Quinton, I’ll call you. I promise.”

  “When?”

  I rested my ass on the edge of my desk. “Tomorrow.”

  “Why tomorrow? Why can’t I see you this evening?”

  “Because I really do have a lot of work backed up on me, and tonight Jason and I are having some friends over for dinner.” The workload was true, but the dinner was a lie. I had something else in mind for that night.

  “Okay, fine. I’ll leave, but I better hear from you tomorrow, Zoe, or else!”

  “Or else what?”

  “Or else I’ll come back, throw your ass over my shoulder, and carry you out of here.”

  We both giggled at that one. “You’ll hear from me. I promise.” I don’t know why I forgave his ass. I guess it’s hard to blame someone for going astray when you’re married your damn self.

  “Let’s seal that promise with a kiss, and then I’ll believe you.” We started kissing, and one kinky thing led to another. Five minutes later, I pushed the speak button on the intercom and told my secretary to take an early lunch. Then Quinton fucked me on top of my desk, and we devoured each other for lunch.

  When I left work that evening, after calling Jason and telling him I had to meet one of my distributors to talk business, I made a beeline for Tyson’s apartment. I was feenin’ for his ass big-time. I simply loved the way he was rough with me that first time.

  He had just gotten home from the auto garage where he worked as a mechanic when I got there. He was covered with motor oil and grease and looked sexy as all hell to me. I was taking things to the extreme, having fucked Quinton on my desk earlier that day and now getting ready to fuck someone else before driving home to my husband.

  Tyson was happy to see me and told me to hop in the shower with him. I stripped down to nothing and did just that. He made me prop my leg up on the edge of the tub so he could eat my pussy, and then I sucked his dick before he held me up against the wall with my legs straddled around his waist and fucked me rough just like I wanted.

  We got out the shower, and I told him what had been on my mind that whole day and the reason I was really there. “Tyson.”

  “Yes?”

  “I want to try something real freaky!”

  His eyes widened; he gawked at me and said, “Word? Like what?”

  “I dunno,” I replied because I really didn’t have a well-thought-out answer. “I was just going to leave it up to you. You seem like a man who knows how to turn a sistah out the right way.”

  “Hell, yeah, if that’s what you want.” He paced around the bed naked while I propped myself up on a pillow so I could admire the view.

  Finally, he said, “Look, if you’re really down for this, I have an idea.”

  I decided to let all my inhibitions go and threw caution to the wind. “Cool! I’m down for whatever.”

  Boy, why the hell did I say that? Less than five minutes Tyson had me tied to his bed butt-naked on my stomach with a blindfold on. I was just ass out and had no choice but to be down for whatever.

  He lubricated my rear like a Corvette and then took it literally. Much to my surprise, the way he did it was painless. I realize now it was all in my head, and because I didn’t have time to let fear build up, I took it in the ass without all the psychotic fears going on. He took his time with me, and when it was all in, he worked me just like he did with vaginal sex.

  Tyson came, and we were lying there with his soft dick still inside me when there was a loud knocking at the door. “Tyson, open this damn door! You fuckin’ bastard!”

  “What the hell?” I turned my head toward the door but couldn’t see for jack because of the blindfold. “Who is that woman banging on your door?”

  All he whispered was, “Shhhhhhhhhh, she’ll go away.”

  “Untie me right now!”

  He covered up my mouth with my hand, and I was pissed. “Just be quiet, Zoe. I’m not answering the door. That ho’s crazy.”

  “Tyson, I know your ass is in there with some bitch! Open the damn door, now!” He stayed on top of me, his dick in my ass, trying to prevent me from squirming. “You ain’t nuttin’ but a lying, cheating, male tramp! Just wait till your ass comes out that bitch! I got something for that ass!”

  Then she left—at least, we thought she did. He got off me, removed the blindfold, and untied me. I hurriedly got dressed. I didn’t need yet another lover that was fucking someone else.

  “Zoe, she’s my ex. I’ve been finished with her skank ass.” I didn’t need another lame explanation either.

  “Whatever!” I got fully dressed and started looking for my keys. “She’s not my problem, Tyson! She’s yours!”

  Wrong again! She was my problem. He walked me outside and came
to find out the heifer had cut all my tires and scratched the word BITCH on the side panel of my car with her keys. She was long gone, and good thing she was, because I would’ve been going down the river for homicide that night.

  People sitting out on their stoops were having a good laugh, saying, “Oh shit!” “Damn, must be some good dick!” and “That’s what your ass gets for fucking around!”

  I went back into Tyson’s place to call the auto club. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening. How in the world was I going to cover my ass on this one? Like they say though, where there’s a will . . .

  I instructed the tow truck driver to haul the car to my regular service garage near my house, all the way on the other side of town. He was pissed but had no choice, since that was one of the benefits of having the gold plus plan.

  After telling Tyson to kiss my black ass, I hopped into the cab of the truck with the driver, cursing under my breath the whole way to the garage.

  I had to make it look good, so I called Jason from my cell phone when we were almost there and told him the car had been vandalized outside the restaurant downtown where I had met a distributor to discuss business. I told him to pick me up at the garage in ten minutes. The tow truck driver, an old countrified hick, was staring at me when I closed out the call. I gave him a glare and told him, “Mind your own fucking business!”

  Jason was already there when we pulled up at the garage, talking to our mechanic. The expression on his face when he saw the car, which had to be towed on a flatbed since all four tires were flat, was definitely one for the books. After asking me fifty questions, all to which I answered, “I have no idea. It just happened,” he decided he was just elated I wasn’t harmed in any way.

  That night, we made love more intensely than we ever had. He started out by coming in the bathroom while I was taking a bath, rolling up his sleeves, and washing my back. I almost fainted from that show of affection alone. Then he dried me off, carried me to bed, and gave me more time and attention than he ever had before. It still wasn’t great sex, but it was a sign that maybe there was hope for us yet. I didn’t ask him for oral sex and heaven knows anal sex was out the freakin’ question. I was just glad that, for once, he made me feel like he desired me as much as I did him.

  chapter

  nineteen

  In light of the way Jason made love to me the night of my brush-with-death experience (according to him), I decided to throw myself headfirst into my marriage. I had messed up big-time, but the bottom line was, I still loved my husband more than life itself, and he was the only man I ever truly wanted.

  I planned the ultimate romantic evening for that Friday. I asked my mother, who had already gone far and beyond her duties as a grandmother, to stay with the kids overnight so I could kidnap Jason and attempt to turn his ass out. She agreed to stay over, and I picked up Jason at his office. We were sharing the Land Rover, since the Mercedes was still in the shop.

  He thought I was picking him up just to go home and do the regular dinner with the kids, followed by watching a couple of sitcoms and the news-before-bed routine. When he saw I was headed in the opposite direction from our house, he demanded to know, “Where are we going?”

  “I have a surprise for you, Boo!”

  “Zoe, I’m kind of tired. I was looking forward to just chillin’ out tonight.” He started rubbing his temple like he had a headache.

  “Jason, I spent all day planning out tonight and asked Mom to stay overnight with the kids. Please don’t ruin this for me. If nothing else, do it to make me happy.”

  He glanced at the backseat and noticed I had a small suitcase. “Overnight, huh?”

  I smiled at him, reached over, and rubbed his thigh. “Yes, Boo, overnight.”

  He gave me a devilish grin. “Okay, I’ll go along with this. Sounds promising.”

  “Oh, it is. Believe me, it is.” I moved my hand farther up his thigh and then started caressing his dick through his trousers. He didn’t stop me, and I was in shock. Not shocked enough to stop, though. I held fast to that bad boy, which grew rock-hard, until we got where we were going.

  We pulled up at a little Greek restaurant at the end of town about six, and Jason was thrown for a loop when I led him by the hand straight through the entry-level dining area and up the back stairs. When we got upstairs, all the patrons were seated on fancy floor cushions, drinking cocktails and socializing in the dim, smoke-filled room.

  “Zoe, what the hell is this place?”

  “You’ll see,” I giggled, leaning over and giving him a kiss. He didn’t just peck me back for a change. He tongued my ass down just like in high school, and I savored it for as long as I could.

  The music started, and the first belly dancer made her way to the center of the room and began her dance. Jason started laughing like I knew he would. It was the old Jason I was trying to resurrect—the one who used to talk mad shit all the time, the one who was the romantic target of every girl at school even though he was unavailable, the one who stole my heart somewhere between giving me the finger and a game of Twister.

  The dancer was buck wild, and all the old, beer-bellied men were clapping and sticking money in the waistline of her sheer-leg pants. Jason and I both enjoyed the show and ordered some drinks. After the third dancer came out, I excused myself, telling him I was going to the ladies’ room. I was lying, but it was a good lie this time.

  When the announcer called out the name of the next act, Jason almost hurled his drink when the man said, “Zoe!”

  I came out in a white sheer costume, laced with gold, and did a special belly dance just for Jason. I had been there earlier that afternoon, taking lessons from one of the real dancers, which is why I knew my way around the place so well. I danced seductively while all the other patrons watched, and Jason was blushing.

  What tripped him out the most was when I shook my belly in his face and he noticed my freshly pierced belly with a silver charm stuck in it with the name Jason engraved on it. I finished my dance, got mad applause, and fell gracefully into his lap. He removed the veil that was covering the bottom half of my face and planted a big, wet juicy one on me. “I love you, Zoe!”

  “I love you too, baby!” I kissed him again and started to get up. “Be right back. I’m going to get dressed.”

  He slapped me on my ass while I was walking away. “Do that, you crazy fool!”

  When I came back, dressed, he assumed we would be eating there. “I’m starving. Let’s go downstairs and grab a bite.”

  “Ummm, excuse me, Mr. Reynard, but this is Mrs. Reynard’s night and Mrs. Reynard has other plans for dinner.”

  “Well, excuse the hell out of me!” We both laughed and held hands all the way back to the parking lot.

  Our next stop was a Japanese restaurant, the kind with private dining rooms concealed behind silk-screened, sliding doors. We ordered a pot of green tea after being escorted to our little private haven. Our shoes had to be taken off upon entry to the restaurant, and once again, we got to sit on pillows. Jason commented, “You know my back is going to be screwed up after all this, right, Boo?”

  I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’ll give you a nice back rub then.” He kissed me again, and I was thinking he hadn’t kissed me so many times in one day since way back. As an afterthought, I added, “Maybe you’ll let me rub something else too.”

  I slid the tip of my tongue in his ear and then blew in it. “Be right back, baby. I have to tinkle.”

  Was I lying again? Hell, yeah! Instead of the Japanese woman who had originally waited on us bringing the pot of tea in, I did it myself, dressed as a geisha with an oriental silk robe on and a big-ass black wig. “Zoe, you’re too damn much! Why are you buggin’?”

  “Because I love to see you smile, and tonight you’re smiling a lot.” He laughed. I knelt down on the floor beside him because I couldn’t sit Indian-style with the long robe on. I looked him in his eyes and meant every word as I spoke them. “Jason, I would do anything
to make you happy. I love you, and this is forever.”

  “Always has been! Always will be!”

  We started tonguing the hell out of each other bigtime. When the regular waitress came in with our appetizer, Jason had my robe halfway open and was about to pop a tit out to suck on. I stayed in the robe and wig for the rest of the dinner and fed him with chopsticks, wiping his mouth and chin off every time a morsel of food accidentally missed its target.

  “Okay, Zoe, I’m almost scared to ask what’s next. Crazy ass!”

  We were standing outside the restaurant, waiting on the valet to retrieve the Rover. I walked up close to him, stood on my tippy-toes, and kissed him briefly. “What do you want to be next?”

  “Hmmmm, well, if I recall right I tried to take the lead earlier this evening and was informed that this was Mrs. Reynard’s evening and Mrs. Reynard makes all the decisions.”

  I pinched him gently on his arm. “Damn right, Mrs. Reynard makes all the decisions.”

  He grabbed me and started tickling me. The other people waiting on their vehicles were looking at us and laughing. As we drove off to our next destination, I was so happy. For the first time in ages, Jason and I were having a genuinely romantic time together, just like when we were younger.

  It was a warm, clear night, and I was glad, because the next stop on my agenda wouldn’t have worked out right if it hadn’t been. We took a long drive out to an observatory about an hour away from Atlanta. We had never been there, but it was one place I had always wanted to go. We got there just in time to catch a slide show in the planetarium, and then we went to the observation deck to look through the gigantic telescopes at the stars. I think I loved that part of the evening more than Jason did. Even though he listened to me rant and rave about the heavens all the time and had kept his promise by building me a home full of skylights so I could see the stars whenever I wanted, his appreciation of them wasn’t nearly as profound as mine.