“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I exclaimed.
“Of course you are and once we get there, you’ll enjoy yourself. Even if I have to tie you up and make you enjoy yourself.”
He looked dead serious. The horrible part about it was the fact that I wanted him to.
“We have nothing to do together or enjoy until I get the answers I want, Theo.” Deciding to pout since he was being unreasonable, I looked forward and pressed my lips tightly together.
Theo continued to drive as if it meant absolutely nothing to him. I realized after ten minutes he was driving out of Detroit and we were headed towards Ann Arbor.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” I demanded to know, forgetting what I had said earlier.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me unless I discussed Sroban.”
I shot him a glare. “Where are you taking me?”
He ignored me and continued to drive.
I wanted to slap the damn sexiness off of him. Unfortunately, that would be a lot of slapping, so I pouted again, looking forward but still paying attention to my surroundings. If he decided to leave me out in the middle of nowhere, then at least I could find some kind of law official and tell them where I was.
Stupid! You shouldn’t have gotten in the car!
We didn’t stop until twenty minutes later when he pulled in front of a home in the middle of nowhere. WTF?
“I’m not getting out,” I said determinedly.
“That’s fine,” he said and got out.
I watched him go to the back seat to remove several bags of food and a large duffle bag. I hadn’t even noticed he was packed to go somewhere. Was he crazy?
Yes, he was! I decided when I saw Theo also remove a shotgun.
Oh gawd! I’m gonna die!
Entry Thirty-Two
I braced myself in panic. My body wanted to scream and run at the same time, but I was so damn terrified I couldn’t move.
All the times I spoke brazenly about what I would do if someone was going to kill me, flew out of my head. I was paralyzed in fear.
Theo came around the SUV on my side and then… kept walking to the door of the house.
My body collapsed back in the seat. I wanted to throw up and yell at him for making me scared like that.
Theo fuddled with the keys and then entered the home. Looking back at me, he had an ‘are you coming look?’ on his face.
I crossed my arms defiantly. Shrugging, he turned and entered the home without even leaving the door open to welcome me just in case I changed my mind.
That prick! my thoughts screamed. What the hell was I doing here? And where the fuck was here?
I cracked the door so the security feature wouldn’t lock me in. Then I continued to sit there as if something was about to happen.
Taking a good look at the home, I realized the structure seemed brand new. It was a one story ranch, possibly a two bedroom. Beside the home toward the rear was a small private pond with no one else in sight – not another person, home or road.
I had traveled all over the US, but I was never inclined to venture into the great outdoors. My business was handled in urban cities, not out in the motherfucking woods!!! The thought to relax like this had never even crossed my mind. To be outdoors for no good fricking reason seemed silly to me.
Plus, these $500 pair of shoes were not about to touch that dirty ground.
I looked around the cab of the vehicle to see if I could find my own weapon, but the truck was spotless. Dammit! At that point I also realized that I had walked out the office without my purse or my cell phone.
Wanting to die, I angrily hit the seat beside me and looked down at the papers that HE was supposed to explain to me.
He ain’t coming out, I thought.
He had to! Did he know that these shoes were never supposed to touch dirt?
After half an hour of staring at the door like I had telekinetic powers, Theo still didn’t come out that house. I resolved that if I stayed in here, I would either freeze in the middle of the night or every bug this side of the Mississippi River was going to fly inside the car since I had to keep the door open.
Huffing in frustration, I grabbed the papers and my brief before opening the door. In slow motion, I slid from the car to the ground.
Testing my weight on the soft dirt, I moaned to myself and started to walk carefully toward the door. I’d rather mess up a pair of $500 shoes rather than a $5000 suit.
The door was unlocked. Walking inside, I could still smell the freshly painted walls that were in a soft cream color with wood accessories. There was an adjoining living and dining room, with a kitchen that connected to a bar. There was also a long hallway, which I suspected led to bedrooms and bathrooms.
The home was recently finished. There was too much newness. I wondered whose home this was.
Theo was in the kitchen. The smell of delicious chicken wafted to my nose, making my stomach rumble loudly. All I had was that light salad earlier and it had not been enough to hold me all day.
“I know you’re hungry,” he said, not even bothering to turn around.
I walked to the kitchen. “Do you know how much these shoes cost me?”
Theo turned to me and smirked again. “No, but I suspect a sister like you won’t put anything less than five hundred on her feet.”
“Then you know I shouldn’t be walking around outside in the dirt in these.”
He nodded to a chair in the front room. “There are some clothes for you. I hope you don’t mind. They should fit. They’re my sister’s who uses this cabin more than I have lately.” A look of hurt crossed his face for a brief moment. “I’ve been so consumed with trying to work out what’s going on with my life to even come here anymore.”
“Whose place is this?”
Looking a little glad I asked him something personal, Theo walked a couple of steps to me using a towel to wipe his large hands.
“This used to belong to a stepfather, who gave it to me when he died. His kids were pissed about it because they felt I wasn’t even blood and didn’t deserve it. I got a loan approved to build a house here. I did everything, of course with a couple of friends, but all this was my idea instead of re-selling it just to get the money.” He sighed. “That was the first argument we had.”
He didn’t have to tell me what the “we” was about. I knew it had to do with his wife. I didn’t speak and he continued.
“After that we seem to have a lot of fights. She said I had no drive to succeed, no determination to make my life better.”
“Well, she had a good point,” I said. “You’re too old to be a security guard.”
He looked down at his uniform. I realized that he had taken off the weighted belt and laid it on the dining table, along with a set of keys by them.
THE KEYS TO THE TRUCK?
I could steal them, run to the truck, get inside and lock the door before he even thought about getting me. Slowly, I edged over to the keys, hoping he didn’t realize what I was doing.
With a look of annoyance, he said, “This is just passing the time until I can get what I want.”
“What do you want?” I asked, just to keep him talking.
“I want my own security company. I want a woman to share my world with. I want a wife that I can call my own and not have to share with another man because she can’t keep her legs open.”
The keys were only three feet away!
“You ever thought it might have been your fault your wife cheated on you?”
“I’m never a problem,” he responded.
“That’s what all people who are the problem say.”
“You’re trying to make me angry, Sheryl.”
I was, but I wasn’t going to admit to it. “Think what you want to think. When two people are busy making each other happy, then they shouldn’t be wanting outside things. Were you really giving her the hundred percent to make her happy? Because that fifty-fifty shit doesn’t work in a real marriage.”
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“You do have a point.”
One more step and I’d be in arms length of the keys.
“I think after awhile,” Theo said reflectively. “I realized she really didn’t love me. Maybe never had. We married for all the wrong reasons and we were too stupid to just look at each other and say we made a mistake.”
He paused and so did my movements. I even looked at him with concern as if I cared.
“That’s how my name got on those papers,” Theo continued.
“Because she didn’t love you anymore?”
“Because I thought that would change things – or at least she made me believe that it would. I was studying for my Masters in Business Administration at the time and so she asked if I could assist in helping her do the paperwork. She insisted on my name being on all the paperwork. She said it would be so cute for me to be president of her company and her to be president of mine. I was so in love, I agreed and set up the paperwork. But that was the biggest mistake I ever made.”
“Bigger than marrying her?”
“Yeah.”
I suddenly had to know who this mystery woman was, despite my need to get away from him. I asked, “What’s her name? What’s your wife’s name?”
Entry Thirty-Three
Theo looked skeptical at me for a moment before his expression became wanton. I knew he wanted me, but was trying to hide it.
Shaking his head as if something wasn’t right, he said, “I can’t tell you.”
I felt he was playing games with me. In the back of my mind, I had a feeling his wife worked at the same company I did and he just didn’t want me to point the bitch out and beat her ass for trying to steal Earl’s clients.
Yeah, so what I’d fuck a bitch up for the backstabbing shit over an employer. But hell! This was my fucking livelihood at stake here. I wasn’t ‘bout to let someone take that from me through client stealing and dirty shit.
Plus, what if she decided to turn her attention on me? I was already on Erin’s shit list. I didn’t need to be on anybody else’s. If this backstabber decided to do some shit to me to fuck my job joy up or get me fired, then I’d have to kill the bitch. So it was better if I found out who she was, fuck her up early in the game before my shit got messed up.
Feel me?
“So you aren’t going to tell me?” I asked as if I were insulted.
“Can’t,” he said simply, as if that was all there was to say about that.
Pissed as hell, I looked away from him as if I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He took this as another pout and turned away.
I snatched the keys off the table, jumped out my shoes and ran barefoot to the truck. I could feel his big body behind me. Finding the electronic keypad, I pressed the unlock button, hoping I could jump in before he caught up to me…
Nothing happened. I pressed it again, but by then I was at the vehicle. Still nothing! Dammit!
He came behind me and snatched the keys away. “That was some stupid shit, Sheryl! Those are the wrong damn keys.”
Turning around, with all the strength and anger in me, I slapped him. “I hate you! I want to go home!”
His face didn’t nudge or move from my blow. He didn’t even look like the slap had happened until after a few seconds he rubbed his face. “That’s going to cost you,” he warned.
I slapped him again. “I could give a fuck! Take me home.”
“No!” he said firmly. It was a firm, concrete, solid no that warned me not to make that demand again.
Suddenly I felt I was in the presence of Lethal Heart again.
“Get in the house and wash your feet,” Theo ordered.
I looked down at my dirt covered feet and wanted to sob at the fact that I had unsuccessfully escaped and, in turn, ruined a good pair of $100 silk stockings. Even though I didn’t want to, I walked into the house and found the bathroom down the long hallway.
Theo followed me in and closed the door behind him.
I slammed the bathroom door and paced the floor. When I hated looking down at my feet, I washed them, freshened up and came out the bathroom.
The dining table was set, all the curtains were drawn and candlelight bathed the room in a romantic glow. The food smelled delicious and I was hungry as hell!
“I’m not hungry,” I said. This was a big lie and my body quickly told on me by letting out this loud horrible growl. I grabbed my waist as if that would stop it, but the noise became bigger. I was embarrassed to death.
“I think your stomach says something else.” Theo smirked, standing near the table and handing me a pair of house shoes. “I put your other shoes by the door. Did you want to change into the clothes before dinner?”
I didn’t want to do anything but eat. “I don’t want those clothes.” Looking at the table full of food, I decided to be even more difficult. “I don’t want chicken, either. Can’t you make something else?”
Tightly, he said, “Sit!”
That tone of voice broached no refusal. I sunk into the chair near him in a full pout.
“You know you’re acting very childish,” he said, not amused at all.
Taken aback, I said, “And you’re acting like a kidnapper. You do know that kidnapping is a federal offense.”
“You can’t charge me with shit, if you enjoy yourself,” Theo protested with flaring nostrils. He was really mad at me now, but I was pissed, too.
I quickly refuted this. “I am not enjoying myself.”
“The night isn’t over yet.”
“Why can’t you just take me home, Theo?”
“Because I’m new at this shit, Sheryl, and I don’t know any other way to get your ass to understand that I want you for more than just a pussy call.”
I was now very taken aback by his words. Damn! Negro had no eloquence, but his honesty sure had a sistah’s panties wet.
When I didn’t answer, I believe he took my silence for obstinacy.
“I know you probably got a good man who can buy all that expensive shit you got on and my check probably couldn’t come to even half that shit, but I’m a hardworking Negro. I’ve been one all my life. Now I may be able to do the hair and nails thing, take you out to an expensive restaurant every now and then and even book a trip to a place around the U.S. once a year, but other than that we’ll just have to see. Bottom line is, I may not have a lot of money right now, but I got wicked love for you, Sheryl and I just want the chance to try to get to your heart.”
No man had ever been so damn frank with me. I looked away from Theo and down at my food. Deep down inside I loved every word he’d said, but on the surface I was scared.
Maybe I’ve always been like that. Maybe that’s why I purposely diverted myself from ever getting to this point with a man before. Plus, even though Mackeroy had said similar things to me I didn’t feel like this.
Theo sat back and didn’t touch his food while I pretended like he wasn’t there. It was hard, because he had this overwhelming presence. I knew I had to be honest with myself and admit that Theo just did something to me. Something that no other man had done.
“How do I know your wife won’t try to hurt my career once she knows that I’m ‘giving you a chance’?” I questioned suddenly in the silence, without giving him eye contact.
“My wife is not your problem. She’s my problem and whom I choose to date is my business. Besides, my divorce will be final in three weeks, so she won’t be my wife for much longer anyway.”
My heart skipped a beat. I liked his forceful nature. I liked the way he took charge. I liked how I could feel so safe with him. I liked knowing that Theo wanted me and wanted me to only belong to him.
Damn, I liked Theo a lot!
He stood up and moved over to me.
I still didn’t look at him because I was scared. I took a sip of the wine on the table to hide my nervousness.
Leaning down, he whispered, “I really could give a fuck who you think you have in your life, Sheryl.”
I closed my eyes beca
use the timber in his voice was making trembles in my body.
He continued to sensually whisper, “Because tonight, I’m going to make love to you until you only want my name on your lips and only want my lips on your body.”
I couldn’t help myself. I think I almost orgasmed right there at the table. Slowly, I turned to look into his smoldering brown eyes. That’s when I knew I could not refuse, fight or lie to myself anymore.
I wanted it.
I wanted Theo to do just what he promised.
Entry Thirty-Four
I knew it was me that leaned over and kissed him. As right as it all felt, I knew it was wrong. In the back of my mind, I was telling myself it was wrong.
I had promised myself to Mackeroy, remember? Dammit, Mackeroy was everything any woman could want. Yet here I was acting like a fool by enjoying myself with Theo.
I knew I had to get control of myself. Sexual pleasure was going to be my own demise if I didn’t. Theo was like the devil in disguise because he knew my weak spots and was taking full advantage of them.
Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from his. By this time, he had dropped down to his knees and had somehow literally turned the chair around. I was almost out of the chair with my legs opened and resting on his hips, while his arms were around my waist.
My blouse was partially open, revealing my black lace Victoria Secret bra. How the hell had that happened so damn fast? But then I remembered Theo had that Copperfield touch that made clothes magically open without even touching them.
“You aren’t going to say anything about him, are you?” he asked annoyed.
Dammit! I had to have said something out loud, because I refuse to believe that Theo could read my mind so well – EVERY DAMN TIME!
“Am I supposed to?” I asked matter-of-factly.
“Who the hell cares at this point, Sheryl? I want you and you want me.” He wasn’t guessing or trying to assess if I was. “Why can’t you just accept that you do?”
“I don’t want you!” I lied, but dammit, even I could smell my heat.
He smirked wickedly and leaned to kiss my cheek. I pretended to be unaffected. Theo’s lips pressed against my neck, and nibbled right behind my ear. I could feel his tongue flicker my earlobe and then the tip of his tongue moved down until he traced over my collarbone ending on the other side of my neck.
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