He's Only Mine Part Time
Matilda “Tillie” Wells and Markeith McCullough
Copyright 2010 Matilda “Tillie” Wells and Markeith McCullough
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CHAPTER ONE
It's a cold rainy morning. Randy and I are just lying in bed listening to the rain hit the roof. We speak on things like our daughter, Taliah, and things like her college fund, the mortgage, our business and other married couple things. Then we get quiet and just listen to the soft music that fills the room. We have never slept without our Bose System playing throwback hits by old school artists like Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s get it On’ or Prince’s ‘Do Me Baby.’
Just like every morning, Randy rolls over and cuddles up with me from behind; the hardness of his body presses against the softness of my backside. My Babe always sleeps naked, so that our morning escapades and access to my body can be effortless. I grab his strong arms and hold on thinking about the heart-riveting heat of sex that was about to take place. Just like every morning, we both need our fix of each other’s body.
He reaches down and gathers my lacy-silk sex-luring gown into his hands and slowly pulls it over my head. I always make sure Victoria Secret delivers some exotic, enticing and tasty body-exhibiting piece by United Parcel Service. I lift my body to embrace the feeling of his big manly hands and allow the silky cloth to exit my body over my head.
The soft lingerie is thrown to the floor and exchanged with the touch of his strong hand caressing my neck to pull me close to him. The strength of his pull on my body makes the sound of skin-to-skin contact. We snap together like the piece and fit of a jigsaw puzzle. His hand slides from my neck to my soft yet huge supple breasts that he loves so much. He calls them beautiful and the twins. He squeezes and probes while my nipples eject through his fingers. My nipples become at attention to yet prove, once again, my eagerness for him to enter me. The erectness of his huge stamped-approved package on my soft ass confirms his eagerness to enter me. This foreplay is killing me slowly as he plays in his playground of softness and voluptuousness of my boobs. His hand slides again and continues to explore stopping at my hottest spot. His fingers play inside of me.
I sigh with pleasure and go into pleasure spasms as the slipperiness of his fingers show how enticing his touch is to my spot. I need him badly and proof is within the wetness of the touch of his fingers to my love canal. Involuntary convulsions kidnap my body. I tremble as he caresses there and moves his fingers around in all the right pleasure pockets. My eyes water as his fingers linger in ecstasy land.
Damned him for teasing me for so long! If he doesn’t enter me soon with the hugeness of him, I will snatch his well-endowed piece that’s pressing against my ass and put it where it belongs!
No sooner than I say that to myself, he grabs my earlobe with his lips and whispers in my ear. He knows my earlobe is another hot spot and makes me all the more eager.
“Mmm, you feel good. I love making love to you early in the mornings. And I hope you don’t have to pee this time.”
Laughing, I couldn’t verbally respond to him if I wanted to. I’m so much in bliss that it’s captured my voice hostage and will not allow me to speak. I can only feel and the feeling is like paradise. But, he’s right. Constantly is the need to relieve myself, in the bathroom, during sex. One thing about men is they can drink beer or alcohol beverages all day and avoid the restroom all night. Once they get into the bed to sleep, there is no more getting up.
Finally, he lifts my leg and glides his huge love portion into my longing hotness. It’s a chemical mix that’s been working fine for years, never broken and never an infidelity; at least none I know about. Everything is just right. Love intertwining with love. It’s heated passion that lives on. And it’s a most welcomed blessing that most couples who are married this long cannot claim.
Beatin’ it up is the word of the day. Makin’ it rain’ is what the rappers say. My sugar walls are feelin’ like old school R&B. Gettin’ these draws is what my baby is doing to me. A poundin’ to my body, that doesn’t involve a fight. Beat the pussy up, Baby, ‘cause its go be round two, three, and four tonight!
Mmm! As I’m gettin’ hit from behind, my mind is writing some damned poetry that can go into my diary. Shoot! I may even be a lyricist some day. This kind of sex will make a bitch rhyme, cry, scream, shout, testify, and just want to tell the world. A continuous flow to the backside of my body is going down as my babe is pumping in and out of me, gliding in me back and forth and winding it around. Not stopping the flow, he rolls me over to my stomach and onto my knees without missing a beat. This is what’s up, along with me getting on my knees and pushing it back to my Babe. He says no woman has ever pushed it back to him; that’s why the lazy bitches got fired! That’s why I got hired to do the job like its 'spose to be done. That’s why I am here getting the divine pleasure I deserve!
I’m climaxing over and over and over. The screaming is so loud that the next door neighbors might hear me. He doesn’t have to hold my mouth as he usually does, because or daughter, Taliah, is enjoying at a sleepover with friends.
He grabs my tits as he continues poundin’ and hittin’ it doggy style. My Babe is pumping me so hard and fast, that I almost lose my balance. But, I’m right with my babe as he pounds, grinds, digs and gets all that he wants and as long as he wants. He is driving in me so fast that I can no longer throw it back to him, but just stay on my knees receiving it and enjoy it.
“I want you to get yours, Babe, so climb on top of here for your ride,” he whispers.
Didn't he hear me screaming? I got mine over and over and over again.
He rolls over to lie on his back and I climb on for my ride. Holding that beautiful piece in his hand, I moan as I take in all the hugeness receiving it as it forcedly goes inside of me; due to my being so tight. I grab the headboard and get ready for my continuous morning pleasure trip. He says he’s never experienced such a way a woman’s riding him as I do. I've never experienced a man who can do me for hours on end, so I reward him by rolling it, grinding it, pumping it to him fast and as fast as I could bounce on it. My Babe doesn’t have to move if he doesn’t want to because I'm in control and making him moan with loud noises of ecstasy. I could go slow and easy, but I choose hard and fast.
Doing my move called the butterfly, I use my muscles to tighten my walls on his dick and in no time we arrive at ours together. I release the headboard and fall down onto his pumped chest. I kiss his muscular skin on his chest passionately. I am like some wild animal, sucking, biting, licking and secretly leaving passion marks there in case there’s another bitch trespassing. Then, I go up for a wet kiss of his lips, my tongue gliding upward of his body from his chest. Promising him some hot steamy oral sex as dessert for later, I suck up his thick juicy lips into mine.
Rising up from my kiss I spit as I come up with only lint from my pillow. I sputter and look again at the bed. Tears form in my eyes as I realize it was only me in the bed with a fantasy wet dream.
This can’t be true. It was so realistic. My Randy was here. Where is my Randy? Still not believing that he was not here with me, I called out his name.
“Baby, where are you? Randy? Baby, I need you! Please come to me!”
A piercing pain shot through my heart as reality sat in. Then Randy spoke to me.
Remember, Baby, although I was taken away from you in that car wreck, I’m still with you. I will always be with you and our daughter.
Even though he was not realistically there and I just heard him in my head. He actually has kept me sane whenever he talked to me. His voice comforted me, but not so much as after that dream. It was so damned real that I got depressed. Good thing our daughter was not home to see me like that. I fell down onto the bed and cried like a baby. I knew I must drag myself out of bed. My whole body felt like lead. It resisted as I stood up to go take my shower. My feet were dragging and none of my limbs wanted to move. Forcing my way through that depression, I managed to get through my shower.
Randy’s matching terry cloth robe hung next to mine. We used our robes at the country club. Our initials embroidered on the outside, we were a do or die couple; always down for each other. I decided to choose Randy’s robe instead of mine, because there was a need for me to feel next to him. I wrapped a towel around my head and slipped on my shower shoes. Not toweling off, Randy’s terrycloth robe soaked up all of the excess water from my body. I couldn’t have dried off if I wanted to because depression had me on lock. So, everything felt like weighted-down steel as I dragged to the kitchen to get my morning coffee.
The coffee machine timer worked well with my lazy weekend schedule. All I had to do was pour a cup and plop down at the table. I looked over at my reliable friend lying on the table top. My faithful diary stared back at me wondering when I will write again. What better time than then? I picked up the pen and thumbed through. Laughing to me at the way my diary has been so confidential, trustworthy and dependable, I took a deep sigh. It held all of my secrets, it couldn’t tell anyone anything like reporting to my gossiping friends, and it’s about time I shared with it again. So, I made a few entries.
Dear Diary, Sept. 12
Sometimes, I miss him so much; I think I’m going crazy. I try to stay busy running the company and raising our daughter, Taliah. She is so grown, or at least she thinks she is. Sometimes I feel she is the adult and I’m the child because I’ve been crying so much lately over Randy. She seems so strong. Even though she and her dad were so close, she’s always been so independent and confident. I wonder if I had this behavior at her tender age of thirteen. I don’t think I had those traits, because she is really amazing; not that I wasn’t amazing myself in some ways. But, Taliah’s being so independent is a blessing as well as a curse. It’s a blessing because she mainly takes care of herself and leaving me time to concentrate on the business. Funny, I didn’t know anything about marketing and advertising when I first took over Kyle Advertising, but, I refuse to sell it. Randy put his all into this business and there was no way I could just let it go.
So many said I was crazy to hang onto Kyle Advertising; telling me what I couldn’t do. But, I showed them that I could keep the business going; now it’s thriving and we are steadily acquiring new accounts. Though I got little praise, it wasn’t really the praise that I wanted. However everyone wants a little gratitude. Really though, knowing Taliah is happy and taken care of is all I need. I really want that to be enough, but sometimes I feel so alone. It’s only been a year and a half since Randy died in that stupid car accident. It’s so unfair that they just let these Mexicans cross the border; though I have no real problem with them being here. I even have a few of them working for me. But, driving drunk with no license or insurance is showing no consideration for their lives or the lives of others.
I can’t dwell on it and hold hate in my heart for what happened. I have to move on. I have to be strong for Taliah. She doesn’t have her father so she needs her mother.
Sometimes I feel as though I haven’t had adequate time to even grieve. My whole life turned upside down over night; suddenly going from a woman that only worried about what to wear, where to eat, what time I had to meet my friends at the Country Club, to a business women, and soul provider for my daughter. I’ve accomplished so much in this short little time. I’m so proud of myself. I’m even dealing well with being a single parent.
Sometimes though, I just get so lonely. But, I can’t just bring a man, any man, into our home or into our lives. I know my daughter isn’t ready, but I miss the comfort of a man. I miss the security. I think, most of all, I miss being held and made love to. I miss being close to someone. I miss the intimacy that Randy and I shared. I don’t know if I will ever love again the way I loved him. But I know in my heart that I do want to love again.
Tomorrow I start interviewing for someone to help me manage the company, and it’s been a long time coming. I knew I needed to hire someone right away. Randy was in the process of doing that before he passed. I didn’t want to do it right when I took over, because there was so much I needed to learn myself. At the time, I knew I couldn’t train someone what to do if I didn’t know really what to do myself. Now that it’s getting to be too much for me to handle, I need someone to help me run the company. Plus, I want to spend more time at home with Taliah.
If I hire someone dependable, I won’t have to work so hard. I just hate the interviewing and hiring process. So many people need jobs, I just hate turning so many people down. I know how it feels to be unemployed, but I can only pick the right person for the job. Sometimes it’s so hard finding the right person. That’s it for this morning, Dear Diary. I guess Tracy, my ex therapist, was right. Starting a diary again does give me release! I haven’t had a diary since high school. It kind of feels good, though, sharing my inner thoughts with someone who can’t talk back or criticize me.
At the office of Kyle Advertising
I had been interviewing all morning and it seemed like this process would take forever.
Damned, I can’t wait till lunch time! I need a cigarette. Let me call Danielle to see if I have someone else waiting, because if I do, they are going to have to wait until I get back in from smoking.
“Danielle, my loving secretary, is there anyone else I have to see?”
“Yes, you have one more before lunch, a Jermaine Rivers.”
“Ok. Well, damned girl, is he here yet?”
“No, he’s not due for another fifteen minutes. His interview isn’t ‘til eleven-fifteen.”
“Alright, well I’m going out to smoke. I’ll be right back in.”
Before I could even sit down, the phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone.
“Yes, Danielle.”
“Ja’ Lisa, your eleven-fifteen appointment is here.”
“Okay, go ahead and show him in.”
Danielle opened the door and let Mr. Rivers into my office. Busy, picking up a few applications I accidentally tipped them off of my desk to the floor. When I finally looked up, I was mesmerized. Mr. Rivers was so fine! He was six feet one, mocha-brown skin complexion, long sandy-red hair neatly corn rowed down to his neck, kissable brown lips with a killer smile and clean white teeth. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Coming back to reality, I offered him a seat.
“Hello Mr. Rivers. I’m Ja’ Lisa Kyle. Please have a seat.”
He looked at me with that killer smile, and then he spoke.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kyle.”
“Please call me Ja’ Lisa.”
“Alright, Ja’ Lisa.”
Damned he sounds good too! He has the sexiest voice!
Taking his application and resume, I had a thought.
I really hope he’s qualified, because he’s hired!
“I see you have a Master's degree in business and management.”
“Yes, I graduated business school with honors, I might add. I’ve
worked in the marketing and advertising field since I was in high school.”
“Very impressive!”
“Thanks!”
Feeling a throbbing feeling between my legs, I began to get a little moist from the way he smiled at me. I looked away for a moment clearing my throat. I did not want to make it obvious that I was clearly feeling him.
“So, if I consider you for this position are you aware that there is a lot of hard work involved? This isn’t an easy job.”
“I know and I’m up for the challenge.”
Um, I bet you are!
Realizing I was staring at him once again, I caught myself before he realized it.
“So, if hired, when can you start, Mr. Rivers?”
“Please, just call me Jermaine. My father is Mr. Rivers.”
I couldn’t help but giggle when he said that.
“Ok, Jermaine it is.”
“I can start today. Right now, if you need me to.”
I loved his enthusiasm.
“Hmm, though I could really use the help, it’s already Thursday, so how about first thing Monday morning at nine a.m.?”
“Yes, that will be great!” He thought about it for a moment as if he was letting reality sink in. “You mean I’m really hired?”
“Yes, if you want the job. It’s yours.”
Jermaine jumped up, not able to hide his excitement he screamed.
“Should have believed that there!”
I laughed, because I had never heard that saying before.
“Sorry, I do apologize for my outburst. I’m just so happy that you’re giving me this opportunity. Words can’t express how happy and grateful I am right now!”
I was happy and grateful as well. If nothing else, he would be something really delicious and good to look at every morning.
“Are you straight?”
He answered yes, so, I repeated my earlier statement about it not being an easy job.
“I’m up for the challenge. You won’t be disappointed.”
Watching him lick those sexy brown lips almost set me aflame.
“I'm sure I will not be disappointed. Well, Mr. Rivers, we will see you Monday at nine sharp.”
“Thanks Ja’ Lisa. I will be here on time and I won’t let you down.”
Not even five minutes after he left, Danielle came in.
“Ja’ Lisa, he seemed real happy when he walked passed me.”
“Well he should, he got the job.”
“Oh he did? Well did you hire him because he was the best qualified or is it because he is so fine?”
I looked at her like she was crazy.
“I hired him because he is qualified for the job. I wouldn’t just hire him because he is fine. Fine doesn’t get the job done. It didn't get you your job did it?”
Although, I knew she was right, I didn’t need her knowing that.
She shook her head and said, “He is though.”
“He’s what?”
“Fine!”
“Yes girl he is that! I have to admit it.”
We both laughed.
“Well, is he married, single or what?”
“Hell, I don’t know. I didn’t ask him all of that. That wasn’t one of the requirements for the job.”
"Well there is one way you can find out and that’s to look at his W-2 form.”
I acted as if I didn’t care about the W-2, nor like I wanted to know the information about Mr. Rivers. But soon as Danielle left my office, I almost broke my back looking for that form. When I found it, I was kind of disappointed at what I saw.
Damn, he is married! And, he has two other dependants which mean he has children. Shit! I should have known! Well I just hired him so I can’t fire him now; especially not for being married. Maybe it’s best that he is married, though. I really don’t need to be trying to get involved with anyone right now, and especially someone working for me.
I looked up at the clock. Realizing it was lunch time, I picked up the phone to buzz Danielle.
“Danielle, I’m going to lunch and since all I had scheduled for today is interviews, I think I’m going to just take the rest of the day off. I might go home and spend some time with my daughter when she gets home from school. You can knock off early too. Just make sure you call the rest of the applicants that we had scheduled for this afternoon. Let them know that the position has been filled. Tell them that their applications will be kept on file for six months just in case something else comes open that they may qualify for.”
“Um hum, will do. So is Mr. Rivers married?”
“Damned Girl, you are so nosey. Yes, Mr. Rivers is married,” I said with a sarcastic attitude.
“I should have known, Ja'Lisa because all of the good ones are married, gay or in jail.”
I giggled.
“Yes, Girl, that is so true. I will see your crazy ass in the morning.”
“Bye, Ja’ Lisa.”
“Bye, Danielle.”
When I got to the school, I walked into the office. The principal of the school is Mrs. Valerie Thompson. She came out to greet me.
“Hi. How are you doing, Mrs. Kyle?”
They say my last name as if I’m still married; as if my husband is still alive. I thought about taking my maiden name back, which was Sampson. Yet, I loved my name, which remained Ja’Lisa Rashawnna Kyle. I've always thought it had a nice ring to it. So, that was the name tagged to stay with me until death. I really didn’t have a thought about ever getting married again. I wanted to fall in love and I wanted to be with someone, but I never wanted to be someone else’s wife. Randy was my first love. He was my first husband and he will be my last. I will never belong to another the way I belonged to him. We were supposed to grow old together. So, I feared growing old alone.
I must have been looking melancholy. I was just lost in my thoughts.
“Mrs. Kyle, are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m sorry my mind was someplace else.”
“Is everything alright? Who did you need to see?”
“Oh, everything is fine. I’m just here to pick up Taliah.”
“May I ask why you are here to pick her up from school so early?”
“Yes. She has a doctor’s appointment. I don’t even think she’s aware of it, because I forgot until the nurse called to remind me.”
Mrs. Thompson always looked so fake and phony when she smiled at me. I knew she didn't like me every since that day we got into it. They tried to rush me into sending Taliah back to school after her father died. It had only been a week and they were calling.
“Mrs. Kyle, Taliah has already missed a whole week of school. Do you think it’s about time she comes back to catch up on her studies? She is missing so much work.”
That bitch was lucky I couldn’t go through the phone.
“Well, hell, her father just died! She misses him an awful lot. I do not feel that she needs to return as of yet. Besides, I’m not sending my child back to school until she is good and ready to go back. You, of all people, should know how traumatic this experience is for me, let alone a thirteen-year-old child!”
“Well, we have concern that she does not get considerably behind in her studies. She is such a bright student.”
“Well, talk to her teachers and ask that they send whatever work necessary to your office and I will come by and pick it up. She can catch up on her work at home just as well. I will even hire someone to help her if I have to, but I am not rushing my daughter back to school while she’s still grieving the loss of her father.”
Click! I hung up the phone in her damned face. I slammed the phone down so hard that I know it hurt her ears. I really didn’t care, and I was in her face the next morning to show her. Oh she was so nice to me. She changed her tune really quickly. All of a sudden, she was so concerned and understanding as to why I was keeping Taliah out of school. The bitch was scared is the reason. She thought I might jump on her and pull that weave off of her head; that’s what it was. So, she’s been fake nice to me every since.
“Just have a seat Mrs. Kyle. We will send someone to retrieve Taliah for you.
Let me check and see what class she has now.”
I broke out with my fake and phony smile just as she had.
“Alright, thank you Mrs. Thompson.”
Knowing she can’t stand me, I went to the waiting area to have a seat. I crossed my legs thinking to myself.
I can’t stand her either, so as far as I’m concerned we can fake it all day. As long as she treats my daughter like somebody we won’t have any more problems.
I know I had been waiting for a good ten minutes. Just as I stood to approach the front desk as to what the hell was taking so long, in walked Taliah.
“Hi Momma, what’s going? Why are you here to get me?”
“You have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for today.”
“A doctor's appointment? I know nothing about that.”
“I know, Sweetie, I had forgotten about it myself. So, come on before we are late.”
When we got out of the building and into the parking lot, I told her the truth.
“Baby, Mommy got off a few hours early and I thought maybe we could have a little mother and daughter time together. You know, go shopping, get those sneakers you’ve been begging for, maybe an outfit or two or get something to eat or go to the movies. It’s been a long time since we’ve done those type things.”
She looked at me with this weary look on her face.
“I know it has, but couldn’t you have waited ‘til I got out of school?”
With a perplexed look on my face, I looked at her.
“Yes, I guess I could have, but why would you want to stay in school? I’ve never seen a child that didn’t want to get out of school early, no matter what the reason.”
“No, I’m happy about it, it’s just that I’m going to miss seeing Bryan today. He’s in my eighth-period class.”
“Okay, and who is Bryan?”
“Ma, I told you about him.”
“Oh, you did?”
“Yes, Mother I did.”
“You may have, but you talk about so many little boys these days; not to mention
the fact that you are always on the telephone. I can’t keep up with all the little boys who call the house. Your cell bill is often higher than mine. I told you about using that phone before nine p.m. I really just got the phone for you in case of emergencies anyway.”
“I know, Ma, but everybody’s got to be in bed by nine on school nights.”
“Well, call them on the house phone or have them call you on the house phone.”
I shook my head thinking back to when I was her age.
“You are worse than me when I was your age. The only difference is I had to sneak to use the phone to talk to boys, because if my daddy found out, he would have killed me. I’m not that strict on you. I’d rather trust you than to be that strict. That’s when children act really wild when they have too many reigns on them. A lot of parents don’t understand that when you are too strict on a child, then once they are finally are set free, they will be wild as hell. Then, they’ll do everything they can to rebel against their parents, plus all the shit they wasn’t able to do. All I ask of you is that you don’t have sex ‘til you’re eighteen.”
That started me to thinking.
“You haven’t yet, have you?”
After asking the question, she looked at me like I was a damn fool.
"Haven’t what?”
“Sex! Have you had sex yet?”
“No, mother, I’m not having sex. I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”
I shook my head. I was really relieved to hear that.
“That’s good you don’t need to be kissing no boys right now.”
“I know ma, I’m not ready for all that yet.”
“Well when you get ready, please let me know. We’ll have a lot to talk about.”
Stopping at a red light, I looked into her eyes. Since I hadn’t gotten a response in letting me know when she’s ready, I decided to repeat it and make her promise me.
“Promise me that you won’t have sex without talking to me first.”
“I won’t do it, Mother, I promise. Now can we drop the subject?”
I knew she wanted to drop the subject, but I wasn’t ready to drop it yet. I thought about my older sister.
"I just don’t want you to end up like your Aunt Tamara. She had two kids before she turned twenty-one. She had the first one when she was seventeen. And part of that was our dad’s fault. He was strict on both of us, but he was really bad on her. He didn’t allow her to do anything. She got tired of that shit. So, she met this really cute boy. Keon was his name. He was the neighborhood thug selling drugs amongst other things. He had a lot of money. She got pregnant by him and moved into his apartment. He beat her something awful. He would beat her ass so badly until she finally left him. She decided enough was enough after she became pregnant with her second child. He jumped on her and she left him. I was away at college. Daddy let her move back in and helped her with the kids. Well, really Momma let her back in. She was the one that kept the kids when Tamara went back to school. She got her GED and went to college. Now, all is well, because she has a damn good job. She had it so rough. This is why, I don’t want you to have to go through the things your aunt did by getting pregnant at a young age.”
“Momma, for the last time, I’m not having sex. If that is what you got me out of school for is to have the sex talk, you could have left me in school!”
We parked close to the mall, because I hated going out having to look for my car.
CHAPTER TWO
Dear Diary, September 13
Taliah and I had so much fun today. This old woman said we act more like sisters than mother and daughter. One minute we’re arguing, then talking, then laughing with each other like we were best friends. It has been a long time since we had fun like that together. We really must do that more often.
I also hired someone today for the management position. He is so damned attractive, that he made me wet. I damned near had an orgasm just looking at him. The fucked up part about it, though, is that he’s married. Maybe if I had known that up front, I wouldn’t have hired his ass. He looked so good in that double-breasted dark gray suit he had on; all I could do was wonder about how he looked with nothing on. Oh, and he smelled so good. I don’t know what kind of cologne he was wearing, but damned, he smelled good.
Those pretty eyes and that sexy smile; all of those attractive attributes and he’s fucking married. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but it’s on his W-2 form; unless he’s separated. But, I doubt it. He would have marked that instead of married. He kind of reminds me of Randy, tall, slender and without being too skinny. He has that basketball player’s build and that’s what attracted me to Randy. He was so fine and he looked so sexy in his basketball uniform.
He was headed for the pros and he probably could have made it, if it wasn’t for his mother. Making good money as a city bus driver, no, she had to be greedy and sell drugs too. One day when Randy was home on summer break, the police raided the house. They found an ass of cocaine, weed and a whole bunch of money. He tried to tell them it wasn’t his, but he was busted for it anyway. He lost his scholarship and was kicked out of school.
Then he started selling drugs for real, but he was smart with his money. He went back to school and went on to a good college where he studied business and marketing. That’s where I met him in college. He always talked about starting his own company. He did it too. And it wasn’t long after we got out of college that he started Kyle’s Advertising; thanks to a business start-up grant. A professor in business helped him get it. He asked me to marry him on the night of college graduation. I was in love with him. Plus, I really didn’t want to go back home and live with my parents. My sister, Tamara, had gotten married and moved out. So, Randy and I got married and not too long after, I got pregnant with Taliah.
We had some bad times, him working all the time trying to make the company a success; leaving me home with the baby all of the time. But, we stuck it out and now I’m so glad we did. He use to tell me that he was going to give me everything. He promised me he would provide me with anything I wanted. He did that. We had a lot of good times too. A part of me just wishes I could just turn back time and bring him back. Taliah doesn’t talk about him much anymore, but I know she misses her father. To me, she looks more and more like him every day. Now, she’s starting to look a little like me. Now, I think she looks more like her daddy again.
Monday Morning, I stopped by Dunkin Doughnuts to get some of the sweet treats and coffee. I thought it would be a nice gesture for my new employee. When I walked in, crazy ass Danielle came over to me feeling my head.
“You brought doughnuts and coffee! Are you sure you feeling all right?” Then she had the nerve to say, “Oh I forgot Mr. Rivers starts today. Is that why you brought doughnuts and coffee?”
“Shut up, Girl! See, that’s why people can’t do nice things these days. Somebody has always got something to say. I bought the doughnuts for all of us. Besides, it is the guy's first day. I want to at least make him feel a little welcomed into our little family.”
Picking up a doughnut and grabbing one of the coffees out of the tray, I headed to my office. I could hear Danielle make another one her smart comments.
"I didn’t get any doughnuts and coffee when I started."
Turning around and looking at her, I burst out in laughter.
“Girl, you are so crazy. Just shut up and eat your doughnuts. Besides, I was not working here at the time. You will have to check Randy somehow for that.”
Danielle looked up at the clock then buzzed my office. I picked up.
“What do you want, Girl?”
“Mr. Rivers got less than ten minutes to get here or he will be late on his first day. That’s not a good impression.”
“Girl, shut up! He still has ten minutes. I’m sure he will be here.”
As soon as she got the words out of her mouth, he walked in. She came to my office to let me know he had arrived.
“Mr. Rivers is here,” she said it with a big cheesy smile on her face.
Being cheap that he arrived on time, when she expected him late, she looked a little ashamed.
He asked of Danielle as he asked of me, “Please call me Jermaine.”
I was about to make the offer, but stupid cut me off.
“Hey Jermaine, help yourself to some doughnuts and coffee. Ja’ Lisa bought them to honor your first day of work. You should feel honored, because I didn’t get shit when I first started. My first day was under your husband’s rule, but still I didn’t get refreshments.”
“Hi, how are you doing, Ja’ Lisa?”
“Fine and how are you, Jermaine?”
“I’m good.”
“That’s good. Now, just ignore Danielle because she is just not wrapped to tight.”
We all laughed.
“Grab you a few doughnuts and some coffee and meet me in my office. We can get started on finishing up your paperwork. Then, I will take you on a tour of the
building and this will give you a chance to meet a few of the workers. You will get to meet them all at the end of this week. After the tour, we can get you set up in your office. Your office will not be fully set-up until the end of the week. But, we have a temporary office set up for you.”
“Wow! My own office! I think I’m going to really like working here.”
He was so cute the way he smiled and licked those lips. I stuttered a little trying to find my words.
“I-I n-n ne need for you to fill out a few forms. Let’s go ahead and take care of the paperwork.”
Once again, I felt myself getting moist by the way he looked at me.
“Alright,” he replied.
When he bit down on his bottom lip, I felt as though he was flirting with me, but I didn’t want to breathe life into something not knowing for sure. It might be just me and the fact that I want him to flirt, instead of him actually flirting. I gave him the forms and a pen.
“I know it’s a lot of paperwork. The only ones you don’t have to fill out right now are the medical and dental plans. You may look those over at home. Just turn them into Danielle by the end of the week.”
As he was filling out his forms, I stood up to glance out of the window. I turned around to face him for a moment.
“If you need help with anything, just let me know. You will find that most of it is self-explanatory.”
He stopped writing and looked at me with a little boyish grin on his face.
If he keeps looking at me like that I swear I’m going to jump on him and ravish him.
“If I need help, trust me, I will let you know.”
When he got to the company reliability forms he called me over to assist him. I didn’t think he really needed help with them though. He just wanted me close.
Could he really be flirting with me?
“I’m not sure what I’m liable for.”
I leaned over his shoulder to read the forms, so I could understand what he was talking about. His cologne filled my nostrils. He smelled so good. I just had to ask him about the scent.
“Mmm, what brand of cologne are you wearing?”
He turned his face toward me and asked why.
“Because it smells so good.”
He started laughing.
“Oh, okay, I thought you was about to say it stinks.”
I chuckled at his remark.
“I can’t tell you, because you might try to go out and buy some for your man. You can’t have two men in your life smelling the same.”
There was that boyish grin again.
I swear if he doesn’t stop this perfect smile and flirting, I’ll have to go home and change my panties. This wet shit, 'cause my ass is horny, is going to run down my leg in a minute.
Laughing, I found myself being a little too flirty when I responded.
“Oh Mr. Rivers, I see you have a sense of humor. But no, I’m can’t shop for that fragrance for my husband nor boyfriend, because there is no man in my busy life. It’s just me and my baby girl. She’s thirteen going on forty. But, she will always be Mommy's baby no matter how old she is.”
He looked as if he felt kind of sad for me.
“Please call me Jermaine. And I’m sorry, Ja’ Lisa. I heard about your husband. I know it had to be hard on you losing him like that.”
I looked away kind of heavy hearted. There was nothing else to do, but keep the tears back by glaring out of the window.
“It was hard. I had just spoken to him about twenty minutes prior to the accident. He said he was just leaving the building he would be home soon. He never made it.”
Since we were talking about my husband, I thought it would be a good time to ask him about his dependents. I took a deep sigh to hold back the tears. I turned to him.
“So, Mr. Rivers, are you married? That’s if I’m not being too personal. I didn’t notice a ring on your finger.”
“Yes, I’m married and we have two kids.”
“Um, and what does she say about you not wearing your wedding ring?”
I know I was being nosey, but hell, I wanted to know. He turned his chair to face
me. The question seemed to cause him to be a little nervous. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button to his shirt, a reveal of his sexy hairless chest caused me to have to fan my face with my hand.
“See, I wear it on my chain. When we got married we really didn’t have much money, so her parents gave us their old set of wedding rings. They’ve since gotten new ones. Mine didn’t fit just right, so I wear it around my neck. I’m thinking about buying one soon to wear on my finger; something that’s long overdue. I have just gotten so use to wearing it this way. She doesn’t have a problem with it, so we just let it ride.”
I wanted to change the subject, so I went back to explaining the reliability form to him.
"It means that you agree to keep all company business within the company. In other words, you are agreeing to our Privacy Policy. We promote a lot of different products for different companies and we are bound to secrecy. We might find out about new products that are coming out or we represent products which haven’t yet hit the market. This is just an agreement that states that we won’t tell others about these products; products which are in development or otherwise prior to them hitting the market. It mainly means companies in which we go into agreement with can sue us if we break privacy policy. I'm sure you are familiar with such policy and you know is very bad business for the Kyle's Advertising if we break confidentiality.”
After completing his paperwork, I took him on a tour of the building upstairs. Making the rounds took longer than I expected. It was just about time for lunch when the tour was complete, so I invited him to join me at a little restaurant not far from work. I could continue explaining his duties and company policy and I could get a chance to see if he was really flirting with me. I informed him that Andy’s Deli made the best sub sandwiches around, so he agreed to accompany me there. It was a nice day, so I suggested that we walk.
“I hope you don’t mind walking. The restaurant is just down the street.”
“I don’t mind walking, it’s good exercise. Besides, I can use some fresh air.”
I promise, every time he looked at me, I thought I should have stopped the restroom to wring out my panties. A part of me didn't give a damned rather he was married or not, I wanted to give him some. I’d guessed that the young lady who served us thought he was cute too. She was just doing too much damned smiling. Her teeth started to show even before she left from behind the counter. That’s when her eyes stuck on him. He wasn't my man, so I couldn’t say a word to the heifer. Even so, I got a little jealous. When she walked away, I mentioned it to him.
"She was just smiling at you, when she came over here."
He started blushing and giggling. That made him look even more handsome.
“Oh, so you like that shit, don’t you?”
“I guess. I get that so much that I don’t even pay shit like that any attention anymore.”
“Conceited, aren’t we?”
He paused, looked at me once again then licked his pretty suck able ass lips.
“Nah, personally I don’t think I’m all that. I think I’m too skinny for one. I’d like to gain a few pounds. I’m around one seventy. I would rather be one eighty or one ninety. I want to be more much more muscular, but you know I work with what I got.”
He gave me that cute boyish grin again.
“I wouldn’t say I’m an ugly nigga by no means, but nah, I’ve never been up high on myself.”
I took a sip of my rum and coke and put it back down.
“Um, I think you’re sexy just the way you are.”
I guessed the alcohol was really getting to me already. I really didn’t mean to say that out loud, I tried to fix it.
“I mean, not that I’m looking at you in that way, but you are attractive; very, very attractive!”
After that statement, I really could tell then that I was a little tipsy. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to say that shit otherwise. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him. I didn't know if it was just because it had been a while since I had sex or it was just him being so damned sexy, but the alcohol wasn’t helping. I didn’t want him to know that I was paying him so much attention. So, I only tried to look at him when he wasn’t looking in my direction.
“My wife doesn’t like me to go nowhere unless she is with me. She even gets mad when I hang out with my brother. She’s just too jealous. She’s afraid I’m going to be out there doing something she wouldn’t approve of me doing.”
Damned, it’s two of them! I wonder if his brother is as fine as he is.
Not wanting to seem too interested, but knowing I was outrageously interested, I asked him a question.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
I didn't want to just single the brother out, but that’s who I really wanted to know about.
“There are four of us in all; only me and my brother by my mother. My father has two by his first marriage. They live in Buffalo NY. I only seen them on occasional visits there, and a few times they came to see us. I don’t play that half shit, because it doesn’t really matter. We are blood. Anyway, I have two brothers and one sister. Quincy, Terence and Shawntae. Quincy and Shawntae are married.”
I was trying to be funny.
“Well, good for Shawntae, because I’m not into the girl thing anyway.”
He laughed a little, and then took a sip of his drink. Our food arrived, so I waited until after the waitress left to continue our conversation; with her flirting ass.
“So, how about Terence is he seeing someone, have any kids or serious about a female or male?”
He took a bite of his burger. He laughed almost spitting out his food.
“No, Terence is very single and very not gay. He’s not seeing anyone as I know of. And yes, he has a son. He’s a four year old handsome boy."
I took a bite of my burger and it just melted in my mouth. I complimented the food.
“Mmmm! I just love eating here. They pay close attention while preparing their food which is why it's so good. Don’t you think so?”
"Yes, I agree Ja'Lisa."
I finished chewing my bite of food and took another sip of my Long Island Ice Tea. It was good, cold and freshly refilled. I was done with rum and coke and on my second drink. I began to feel really good.
“So tell me, is your brother as cute as you?”
“Hell, I don’t know. I don’t look at him like that.”
I hate when guys do that. It doesn’t matter if they are looking at them like that or not, they know when a dude is attractive and who is ugly. I just shook my head.
“Well describe him to me. How about that?”
“Well, he’s light skinned. He’s a little taller than me. I’m six-one, so I know he’s got to be around six-two or six-three. His hair is long like mine. He keeps his hair braided. He has hazel eyes. He just turned twenty-six about a month ago and thinks he’s cool as hell.”
I really don’t like light-skinned guys, because most of them that I’ve known have been stuck up on themselves. I dated a light skinned boy back in the day, shit, I think he was more into himself then he was me. Then he knew a lot of girls found him attractive, so he use to throw that shit in my face. When we argued, or something he would say, hell if you don’t want me the next girl will. The last time he said that shit to me, I said, well you need to go get with the next girl then! I left his ass and found me somebody else. Your brother sounds like he might be cute so, why don’t you hook a sister up?”
The way he looked at me, it seemed like he didn’t like that, but hell, he is married. He kept right on eating. For a moment, I thought he was trying to avoid my question. Then he spoke up.
“My wife is throwing me a party this Saturday to congratulate me on getting the job. Why don’t you come? My brother will be there.”
I started to say no, because I hated going to parties being around a whole bunch of people I didn't know. Then I thought about if he let me invite Danielle, I would go. If I could invite Danielle, at least I could have someone there that I knew.
He looked at me with that boyish grin of his, biting down on his bottom
lip.
"May I invite Danielle? I mean, I don't want to be somewhere I don't know anybody."
“You know me.”
“Correction, I’m getting to know you. I don’t know you, yet. Plus, you’re going to be busy with your wife and other friends. I want somebody there I can talk to just in case your brother and I don’t hit it off.”
He started laughing as if something was funny.
“I’m just fucking with you. Yes, you can bring Danielle. I was planning on asking her anyway.”
“All right then, we will be there. Should we wear something casual or dressy?”
“It’s going to be casual, but wear what you want to wear.”
We finished eating. Looking at the time, it was about one forty-five.
“Damned, time flies. We should be going, Mr. Rivers."
“Again, you may call me Jermaine.”
“I keep forgetting. It’s just the professionalism in me. And, I promise you I have it this time.”
I stood up from the table.
“When we get back to the office, I have some things I need to show you. I’ll make sure you are clear on those your duties and depending on how quickly you catch on, we can call it an early day.”
His look indicated that he would get gypped. I giggled at his expression. It was like, 'damned, I just started working, I need to get paid.
I assured him.
“Don’t worry you’re a salaried employee. You will receive your full-
day’s pay.”
We both laughed.
“Nah, I wasn’t worried about it, but you know how it is when you first start a job. I may be a little broke, but my bills are paid.”
We passed by a flower stand on the corner. I turned around to speak to him. He wasn’t beside me. I didn’t notice that he left. When I looked around, he was walking toward me with something behind his back. When he caught up with me, his arm appeared from behind. He gave me a pink and red rose.
“This is to thank you for taking a chance on me.”
I thought it was so sweet, that I found myself hugging him. I kissed him on the cheek. Realizing I may have gone too far, I apologized. But, he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Ah, you didn’t have to do that. And I’m sorry I hugged and kissed you like that.
“It’s all good,” he said laughing. “Just don’t tell my wife. She would kick my ass if she knew I was buying flowers for another woman; even if you are my boss.”
I was kind of sick of him reminding me that he was married. I smelled the roses, and smiled.
“I’ll never tell. I’m quite sure she will not like this at all. She just might try to kick my ass too. Do you ever buy her roses?”
He giggled. He sounded so cute.
“Yeah, I get her roses and stuff on special occasions sometimes, but not often.”
“This reminds me of when Randy use to send me flowers from his favorite florist.”
I remembered that he didn't know my husband by his first name.
“My husband's name was Randy. He use to send me flowers. I remember one year he’d forgotten our anniversary. I was too damned mad at him. I got all dressed and ready to go out. I was looking all pretty. And he usually always had something special planned. So, I just knew he had something special planned for me. His ass came home late, jumped in the shower and got ready for bed. I laid there and cried because I was so hurt. Then he had the nerve to ask me why I was crying. I asked him what occasion was that day. He answered, Thursday, May twelfth. Once he got the words out of his mouth, it dawned on him. He couldn’t apologize enough when he realized. He made it up to me. He sent me bouquets of flowers and roses for a whole week. He also bought me a diamond tennis bracelet!”
He laughed.
“I know you forgave him then.”
I giggled and took another sniff of the roses. They smelled so good.
“You know I did. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”