Turned Out Saga

by Angel M. Hunter

  Chapter Fifty-one

  Just ask a person what you want to know; don’t assume they know what to tell you.

  Champagne was on the phone with Alexis when Zyair walked through the door.

  “Are you serious,” she asked, motioning for Zyair to come sit next to her.

  “Yeah, what do you think? I had the picture in my hand.”

  “Are you sure it was Thomas in the picture, Alexis?”

  “Didn’t I just tell you that?”

  When Zyair heard Thomas’ name, he mouthed, “What? What?”

  Champagne put up her hand and told him to calm down.

  “Are you going to his party tonight?” Champagne asked.

  “Hell no!”

  Even Zyair heard that through the phone.

  “Well, I think you should go. You need to tell him what you saw and ask him what’s up.”

  Zyair looked at Champagne and waited patiently for her to get off the phone.

  “Listen,” Champagne told Alexis, “Zyair just came in and we have to get ready.”

  “Don’t say anything to him about this,” Alexis told her. “I want to talk to Thomas first.”

  Champagne lied and said, “Okay, but you need to handle this as soon as possible and not wait around. You know like I know, you care for him more than you want to admit. And for all you know, that chick could be straight lying.”

  “I know, just don’t say anything to Zyair.”

  Champagne didn’t respond because she knew the second she was off the phone, she was going to tell Zyair.

  “What’s going on?” Zyair asked the second they hung up.

  “Does the name Shondell ring a bell?”

  “Shondell? Shondell?” He repeated the name, knowing that it sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place the face. “I don’t know babe, it sounds familiar. What does this have to do with Thomas?”

  “Supposedly, she’s pregnant with Thomas’ child.”

  Zyair stood up. “Who told you that shit? Ain’t nobody having his baby. He would have told me some shit like that.” That was not something Thomas would keep to himself and if Zyair was sure of anything, this would be it.

  Thomas always talked about how he wanted children and if he was about to become a father, Zyair would be the first to know because he would be the godfather. “How did Alexis hear about this?”

  Champagne went on to tell Zyair about Victoria coming to Alexis and asking her for help. She then told him what took place when she got to Victoria’s house.

  Zyair just shook his head. “Damn! Thomas is having a bad-ass fucking night.” He looked at his watch. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and I’ll fill you in on what happened to him earlier.”

  * * *

  Alexis was sitting on her bed feeling all emotional and shit. She was stuck somewhere between anger, disappointment and jealousy. Anger because she felt played once again, disappointment because she really thought Thomas was trying to change and jealousy over actually seeing one of the women he was dealing with. She didn’t expect to feel that way at all. Does this mean I care more than I want to admit? Does this mean I’m falling for him? What about Shamel? Why would I sleep with him if I have feelings for Thomas?

  “Shit!” Alexis said out loud. Her emotions were starting to become confusing. The last thing she wanted to do was develop more than friendly feelings for Thomas. What she thought she wanted from him was to be friends with benefits. Could it be that she wanted more?

  “Call him, talk to him,” Champagne told her. “There are two sides to every story.”

  Alexis would do just that after she calmed down and got ahold of her emotions. What she wanted to do right now was lie down and get some sleep. She was mentally drained.

  On the nightstand next to the bed was the Sister Girls 2 book, she was almost finished reading. She reached over and picked it up because she recalled putting Gavin’s card inside. She pulled it out and looked at it.

  You know that boy is too young for you, she told herself. Alexis was not into young boys but she had to admit he was charming and maybe he’d help her get her mind off Thomas.

  Alexis looked at the card. “Damn, why he gotta be under thirty?”

  She decided to call him anyway, after all, what’s a three to four year difference?

  Chapter Fifty-two

  Ask who when meeting, ask what beforehand and ask why when you’re doing it.

  He was kissing her between her thighs, running his tongue up the insides, stopping short of just where she wanted him to be.

  “Why are you stopping?” Alexis asked him.

  He didn’t answer her. He just continued to let his tongue travel in circles on her thighs. As his tongue got closer and closer to her spot, Alexis started thrusting her hips toward his mouth, but he’d pull away.

  “Stop playing,” Alexis told him while feeling her vaginal walls clench and tremble. He’d been playing with her for over ten minutes and she was ready for him to either bring her to an orgasm with his mouth or get inside her, but he wasn’t paying her any mind when she told him to stop.

  His whole focus was on what he was doing. Suddenly, she felt his tongue on her clitoris, flicking back and forth.

  Gavin surprised the hell out of Alexis. She didn’t think he’d have skills like this, but he proved her wrong. Before she knew it, his fingers started to go inside her, first one and then another. He then climbed on top of her body and replaced his fingers with what she’d been waiting on, his dick.

  “Wait,” she stopped him. “Do you have a condom on?”

  He pulled out so she could see that he did.

  Damn, he’s slick as hell. Alexis didn’t even know when he’d put it on. She placed her hands on his buttocks and pushed him deep inside her.

  “Put your legs up,” he told her.

  She bent her legs up until her knees were pressing against her chest. She closed her eyes and felt him even more as he lifted up and entered her. Their bodies slammed together repeatedly until she felt him stiffen and look in her eyes. He didn’t even have to say it, she knew he was coming, she could feel him pulsating.

  * * *

  It was now official; she was a whore. She’d slept with three men in less than a month, something she never would have done before. If someone else had done it, she’d probably talk about them.

  “What I am is in control,” she said out loud.

  Gavin turned over and yawned, “What did you say?” He asked with his eyes closed, taking in the moment.

  “Oh, nothing,” Alexis said.

  He opened his eyes and said, “Yes, you did, you said something about control.”

  Alexis threw the covers back. “Are you hungry, you want something to eat?”

  She wanted him to say no, to just leave, but she didn’t want to be the one to initiate it.

  “And she cooks too.”

  Alexis just looked at him. Obviously she was going to have to help him along with leaving. She’d do so right after a quick breakfast.

  “Are you going to serve me breakfast in bed?” he asked.

  Alexis gave him the “you have lost all your mind” look and Gavin got the message because he started climbing out of bed.

  “Can I have a towel and wash rag?”

  “Look in the hallway in the linen closet. It’s near the bathroom. There’s also an extra toothbrush in there.” Alexis threw on a robe and went into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.

  As she was cooking she tried to recall how the conversation went from “Hey, I was hoping you’d call” to him eating her pussy, to him being inside her.

  Damn, was his game that good? The obvious answer was yes.

  “Hey beautiful.” Gavin was standing in front of her looking like he was dipped in fudge. All he had on were his jeans. They were hanging slightly off his hips, not low like the youngsters but low enough where she found herself asking, “Aren’t you uncomfortable without drawers on?”

  Gavin just laughed. Before she could stop him, h
e was up on her hugging her from behind.

  “Stop,” she said playfully, while slapping his hands away. “Let’s eat.”

  “What did you make?”

  “Vegetable omelets.”

  “What, no meat?” Gavin couldn’t imagine a breakfast without bacon or sausage.

  “I don’t eat meat.”

  They took their plates off the counter. Alexis grabbed two water bottles out of the refrigerator, handed him one and they sat down across from one another.

  Alexis found that she couldn’t look him in the eye. Suddenly she was embarrassed. Damn, how was she going to be a woman of the world if she couldn’t handle what she was doing and what she was becoming.

  “What’s going on Alexis?”

  She looked up at him. “Huh?”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Why do you think something is going in?”

  “You won’t look at me. Are you regretting last night?”

  “I . . . I. . . .” What was she going to say? This is not me, this is not something I do often, sleep with a man on a first date. I’ve only done it a couple of times. Hell, his being here in her home wasn’t even a date, what it was, was a booty call. “This is not something I do often,” she went ahead and told him anyway. “I’m not a whore.”

  Gavin took a sip of his water and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. He looked her in the eyes, “I didn’t think you were.”

  “How could you not? I call you to talk and next thing you know I’m asking you to come over and we’re going at it like two horny teenagers.”

  When she said that, he laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” she wanted to know.

  “Nothing.”

  “Then why are you laughing?”

  “Because you’re serious.” He sat up in his chair and told her, “Sweetie, you need to relax. We are both adults and what happened, happened. Why dwell on it?”

  Alexis decided she’d do just that, move on; pretend it wasn’t a big deal. At least she had enough sense to use a condom.

  After they finished eating, Alexis stood up, picked up their dishes and put them in the sink. “I have a lot to do today.”

  “Are you putting me out?” Gavin asked. Before she could answer he told her, “That’s okay, I know you need to think.”

  She turned and looked at him. She started to stay something but he stopped her by stepping to her and kissing her on the lips.

  “Don’t say another word, just know that next Sunday, I’m picking you up and we’re going somewhere fun.”

  She wanted to protest, but the word fun was something she hadn’t heard in a while and it sounded like something she needed at this exact moment.

  Ten minutes later, Alexis was standing on the porch watching him get in his Navigator and pull off. She looked down the street and noticed a car with someone sitting behind the wheel. The windows were slightly tinted, so she couldn’t see inside the way she would have wanted to, but she could have sworn they were looking her way. She put her hands up to her eyes to shield the sun and to see better but it didn’t help.

  Girl, you are seriously bugging, ain’t nobody watching you. You just have a secret admirer, that’s all. She tried to convince herself.

  * * *

  But someone was and he’d been paid to do it. He picked up the cell phone and dialed a number. He listened to it ring.

  “Did she stay in last night?” the voice on the other end asked.

  “Yes, but she wasn’t alone.”

  There was a slight hesitation, then, “Find out who she was with.”

  It wasn’t with Thomas that was for sure, because last night he’d been arrested.

  Chapter Fifty-three

  If you doubt it, ask. If you don’t believe, do research. Take only your word.

  Alexis was about to get in the shower, when she turned on the television. She was about to turn around when she saw a familiar face and that face belonged to Thomas.

  What the hell? She picked up the remote and turned the volume up.

  The newscaster was saying, “Thomas Wade, the agent for several well-known athletes was arrested early this morning around three a.m. for solicitation of minors.”

  Alexis dropped down on her bed staring at the television. What the hell is going on?

  The newscaster went on, “The police received an anonymous tip that Mr. Thomas was having a gathering at his house and underage call girls were present when they arrived. They found several underage girls drinking, partying, and soliciting.”

  At that point, Alexis stopped listening. She was in shock. As she looked around for her phone, she heard it ring. It was under the bed. Alexis bent down to pick up the phone. She didn’t even bother to look at the ID.

  “So, your boy was locked up last night?” It was Shamel.

  Not catching the tone in his voice, she said, “I know. I can’t believe this. It can’t be true. There must be some kind of mistake.”

  This was not what Shamel wanted to hear, he wanted to hear outrage and disgust. “How do you know it’s not true? Shit, you never know what someone is capable of.”

  She knew he was right but her gut told her in this instance something was off. Even though Thomas was a known womanizer, she knew that he could get almost any woman he wanted. He didn’t have to succumb to dating woman that were too young.

  What Shamel was saying, Alexis wasn’t trying to hear. She needed to get off the phone and find out what the hell was going on.

  “Listen Shamel, I don’t have time for this. Let me call you back.”

  “Call me back?” Shamel looked at the phone. He couldn’t believe this shit. He wanted to go off, but he quickly pulled it together and asked, “Can we get together later?”

  The last thing Alexis wanted to do was get together. “Not today.”

  “How about Sunday? We can go to brunch.”

  Alexis, unable to hold it in told him, “Shamel, I want to find out what happened with Thomas. Please let me call you back.”

  Shamel didn’t respond. He just hung up.

  Alexis then dialed Champagne’s number, which was busy. How the hell can a phone be busy when there is call waiting? She hung up and tried again. This time it went to voice mail.

  “Champagne, call me. I just saw the news. What’s going on?” She hung up and sat on her bed. She looked at the ceiling and said a silent prayer for Thomas while wondering, what had he gotten himself into. She refused to believe even for a minute that he knew these girls were minors.

  While Alexis was wondering what the hell was going on, Thomas was sitting in a cell wondering the same thing.

  The gathering had started like all the other gatherings he’d had in the past. Him at the door, greeting people, Zyair mingling, making people feel at home, his assistant making sure she kept up with who came with whom so she could send out thank you cards, which was always important in the business he was in.

  On the guest list were several well-known athletes, and quite a few up and coming athletes who were looking for new or better representation. Some came alone and some brought their wives.

  There was also a list of women that were invited to these types of functions. It was a secret list that only a few agents had and only a few knew about. These women were high class, sexy, and fine. They knew how to entertain and make a man feel special. They knew how to make him feel like he was the only person in the room. They knew how to stroke a man’s ego.

  Everyone was on the bottom floor spread out between the dining area, the conversation room and the game room which had two pool tables and some old school video games like Pac-Man.

  A couple of the women had just come in and asked him if they could get in the pool and the Jacuzzi.

  He’d told them yes but not to let things get too carried away. He then gave one of the security men the look which meant, “Watch their asses.”

  Thomas was walking behind the bar when the bartender told him, “I’ll make your drink, that’s what you’r
e paying me for.”

  “Nah, I’ve got it,” he told him. He needed to do something other than talk to occupy himself and to keep from noticing that Alexis hadn’t arrived. They needed to talk. He’d tried calling her several times but hadn’t gotten an answer. Zyair had informed him earlier that Shondell somehow had gotten to her and fed her some bullshit.

  Out of all the women from his past for Alexis to run into, she ran into the craziest one out there.

  Shondell was the craziest and the freakiest. She could suck dick for hours, fuck for hours, and take it in every hole on her body. For a second there, Thomas thought he was in love with her. Until she started calling him all hours of the night, insisting he tell her where he was, and who he was with. That shit got old real quick and he had to let her go. Initially, she still continued to call and he wouldn’t give her the time of day. It wasn’t until he told her if she didn’t stop calling he’d get a restraining order on her, that she finally stopped but not before cursing him out.

  When Thomas first met Shondell he never would have taken her to be a crazy one. As a matter-of-fact, his first impression was of someone that was sophisticated and had her head on her shoulders.

  She ran game on him like it wasn’t anything. Obviously she knew he grew up in a foster home. That would not have been too hard to find out being that his clients are high profile and he’d given a few interviews himself. She talked about how she was raised by a lady she called her aunt, when the woman was really just a friend of her mother. Her mother was a schizophrenic who had lived in a mental facility since Shondell was a child. Knowing what it’s like to grow up without parents, Thomas felt for her and after learning that she herself was a single parent he started to provide by giving her money here and there.

  So between the sex she was giving him, which up until that time had been the best he’d experienced and his feeling like her hero, he got caught up. It’s when she became sort of a stalker that he had to let her go. He hadn’t heard from her in over three months when he ran into her at a night club. She was looking good as hell. Some kind of way; it may have been because of all the liquor he’d consumed, he ended up at a hotel and that night the sex was out of this world.