Tangled Web
By Yolanda Buick
Memory of:
My Mother
Bessie L. Carter
1939-2015
~Acknowledgements~
I would like to thank, Susan Mary Malone of Malone Editorial Services, Author Phoenix Williams of Delphine Legacy Media, and Jennifer Buchar for being my Beta Reader.
To my Family and friends for your encouragement along the way. Many do not realize the journey involved to bring a finished product. There are a lot of distractions, speed bumps, and discouragement, but with positive people, those distractions are minimal. Thank you for being by my side.
~Yolanda~
Copyright © 2020 by Yolanda Buick
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ISBN: 978-1-7333229-2-8
CHAPTER 1
ALISON
“I am so sick and tired of these petty asses want-to-be models.” Alison fingered ombre golden and black strands from her forehead. “If another one of those malnutrition, fake ass I’m your friend, get in my face bringing up my business, I swear…”
“You’ve been in this business long enough to know everybody isn’t your friend and basically it comes down to every one for themselves. Just relax, do your job, and when the day is over you have me to come home to baby.” She watched as Alan flipped the white bow tie over then back.
He was right. Just do the job. He was her love, the man, who captured her heart with a golden lasso a million times over. Her slender fingers circled the black curls resting on top of his head.
“Kiss me.” Her lips full and puckered toward his bronze face. Heat rose between them.
“Alison.”
“Yes.” She continued to kiss him. “Ten years,” she mumbled between wet kisses, “ten beautiful years. No one thought we would make it this far, considering we started out so young.”
They were only eighteen and fresh out of high school. He had a scholarship to Jackson State to play football. Alison begged her parents to let her attend the university. They agreed as long as she helped with tuition.
If two jobs would help finance her education so be it. She could not bear the thought of being without Alan. Mature, kind, and the perfect gentleman, he had the height and complexion of a bronze statue. Accentuated, by thick eyebrows, his honey brown eyes glimmered. The soft curly textured hair complimented every curve of his chiseled face.
“Do you remember the struggle I went through to be with you?”
He laughed. “I do. You got a job at the grease pit to impress me and your parents. I love you for it.”
“You’re right, baby, that led to my big break.” In the days of a smoke-filled, grease-laden floor restaurant, Alison wore a tight mid-riff tee-shirt and short shorts.
Soon after enduring insulting remarks, groped by burly hairy old men, a well-dressed man took a seat at one of the round faux marble tables. As she approached the table, he stood and extended a strong hand that gripped hers tightly.
“I’m Calvin Jones.” One gold tooth appeared with a smile comforted by a neatly trimmed goatee. The man handed her a small white card.
Alison stood wide eyed and fingered strands of hair away from her face.
“Talent Scout-Ford Modeling Agency.” Words mumbled from her mouth. She flipped the card between coffee colored fingers.
“I was in here a week ago, your beauty mesmerized me. The color of your eyes has an amber glow, which definitely compliments your complexion.”
She felt her cheeks. They confirmed her thoughts, red and hot. “Mr. Jones, may I get you anything?”
“I’ll take a root beer and cheeseburger.”
“Be right back with that.”
Alison moved along taking orders to nearby tables. She side stepped to let the bus boy remove plates that had half-eaten food left behind. She placed the cheeseburger and root beer in front of the customer.
“I didn’t get your name.” His smile made his square jaw more evident and dazzling white teeth could have blinded her.
“Alison. Alison Jackson.”
“Well, Alison Jackson, I believe you have what it takes to be Ford’s next super model. The beauty you exhibit, long slender legs that accentuate your thin frame, you have a natural look, smooth, caramel, unblemished skin. You’re perfect.”
She slapped her bare stomach. “Me, a model. I like the sound of that.”
“Earth to Alison.” Alan startled her.
“I’m sorry, honey, I had a flashback of how this all started.” She wanted him deeply at that moment, to get her groove on. “Alan?”
“Yes.”
“You know what I want to do?” She winked at him. “Come here and let me show you.”
On the king-sized-bed adorned with a satin metallic silver comforter, he slid over to her. The goose down pillows encased in matching cases with the initial “P” on them. The pillow-top mattress made Alan’s body relax onto hers. As he lay on top of her, his muscular thighs rubbed against Alison’s slender legs. His strong hands caressed her shoulders. He rubbed his face alongside hers. She arched her back, exposing full and perky breasts through a sheer pink robe.
She lifted her left thigh and a full round bottom covered by black lace thong. Her voice low and soft said, “Take me.”
He palmed her breasts. He maneuvered her thong off. She felt her husband like it was their first time.
“Alan, we’re going to be late for our dinner reservations.” She wiggled beneath him.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, “we can be a little late.” His tongue traced the outer edge of her perfumed ear.
She loved her husband and nothing or anyone would change that.
***
The exquisite Italian eatery located in the finest section of Atlanta’s famous Peach Street was always packed and tonight was no different. Alan strutted over to her door. With his back straight, left hand holding the black suit lapel, Alan was confidant. Opening the door, he took Alison by the arm and gently helped her out.
His black suit and off-white satiny shirt and tie made her black, diamond-trimmed, dress dazzle. The long slit to the side exposed Alison’s thigh from the hip. The back crisscrossed and the front was high covered. She didn’t feel like showing too much skin, she wanted to tease Alan a little. Her husband was not like most men, he didn’t mind if she showed some skin. He told her men are visual creatures, they will look regardless. Did Alan have a green eye? She on the other hand did. Now, Alison didn’t mind if women looked at her husband, but not gawking in his face every moment her back was turned or for that matter if it wasn’t.
During their college years of dating, many girls flaunted themselves at Alan. One girl, Janice Newman, persisted until she and Alison had an altercation. Janice’s philosophy was if he isn’t married then he’s all game.
Alison became tired of watching Janice parade in front of Alan with her double cellulite booty that oozed through the openings of daisy-duke shorts, which screamed for help. With full lips, Janice wore deep red lipstick, which emphasize them more.
One hazy hot Mississippi day, the football team had just finished practicing and Janice, scantily dressed, walked steadfast forcing each butt cheek to shake and jiggle. The guys were charmed. Alan came off the field, Janice grabbed his hand, not noticing Alison was close behind. Janice pulled Alan down to her and parted his lips with her tongue. Alison felt her blood boil through the trail of her veins. She ran, but the damp grass caught her.
She looked up to see Janice’s lips stretched ear to ear and Alan frowning.
Alan tried to explain that he didn’t know what she was up to, but Janice insisted that she and Alan had been flirting heavily for weeks. Alison stood and tried to wipe the grass stains off her pink halter outfit. With trickles of laughter and finger pointing from bystanders, Alison had become angrier and punched Janice in her already inflated lips. She fell to the ground, while Alison’s long legs stomped her. Alison felt that she was watching herself swinging and punching. The next thing she remembered she was sitting in the dean’s office explaining through tears. Alison and Janice never exchanged words since that day and Alan never mentioned her name again.
***
They walked into the dimly lit Italian-themed restaurant where “Concerto for Violin” played softly in the background. Some people recognized both of them. Some just saw the new face of the Atlanta Falcons. No one rushed for autographs, which was why Alison chose the quaint restaurant known for its celebrity patrons, but also for fans minding their own business.
The host led them to a table located in the middle of the room where beautiful chandeliers dangled. The table setting was elegant—gold-ware, goblets trimmed in gold, heavy gold napkin rings, and gold-trimmed china plates. This was the most beautiful place Alison had eaten in and the best place for their anniversary dinner. They had so much to be thankful for. Their parents were still alive and they continued to grow in love with one another.
With red curly hair a petite server approached the Perrys with a big smile. “Are you ready to order or do you need more time?”
“Yes.” Alison pointed to the menu, and various appetizers.
Alan spoke without looking away from the menu, choosing a salad. “Can we order our entrees now?”
“Of course,” the curly hair woman answered. “What will you have?”
Both placed their orders gazing and snickering with each other like teenagers.
With a wave of her slender hand the server added, “Would you be interested in a bottle of Georgrafico Brunello di Montalcina, year 2000?” A Northern Italian dialect—Florence, maybe escaped from the woman.
“Yes, please.” Alison smiled.
Chapter 2
Alan
Alison’s dazzling brown eyes filled him with love. A lucky man he was to have her by his side. He loved her during high school. College, however proved to be a challenge, for both of them. Then he belonged to a group called Alpha Rules made up of football players. A rival group to the Wolf Pack-basketball players.
Drew Langston of the Wolf Pack had the hots for Alison and followed her around school every day. During their junior year, Alison decided to give Drew a chance. The dating went on for months with Drew pressuring Alison for sex. He promised her everything a college student could give, very little, but he tried. As Alan knew it, Drew would buy Alison a bunch of red carnations, bags of candy and once he offered to take her out for a fabulous dinner…at the grease pit she worked at. Alan would watch Drew snake around the halls wearing his basketball jersey scouring for Alison.
He waited and soon enough Alison realized that Drew wasn’t the guy for her. That same Janice Newman that chased after Alan, was dating Drew. Alan was relieved that the light was finally shining and Alison would now be his—again.
“Hey,” Alison said as she sipped on her wine.
“Yeah.”
“You must have been in a daydream. You were staring a long time at your food.”
“Oh, you won’t believe what I was thinking about, but it’s not a big deal.”
Alison looked over her glass at him. “What?”
“Thinking about our college days, those were some crazy ones.” He winked.
“You want to talk about it? Well, if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.” She sipped more of the wine.
He reached for her hand. “Alison.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Let’s start a family.”
Sliding her hand away from him, Alison, picked up her glass, sipped, and looked over the top. “Okay.”
“Are you sure baby?” He asked.
“Yes.”
Either it was louder than before or Alan didn’t hear the rest of her response. “So, baby, that’s it, yes?”
“What do you want me to say? I said yes.”
“You don’t seem too excited.” Alan lowered his eyes.
“Next you’ll say I should stay home and give up my career.” Forcefully, she gulped down more wine.
He looked around hoping to not bring attention, “I didn’t say anything about you giving up your career, but you would need to be home. That is something most mothers do for a while. I mean that’s natural thing.” His deep Southern twang drifted. “And I make enough money to support us, baby. It’ll be all right.”
She squinted. “Alan Perry, this is not about gender roles. I want a family too, one day, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay home. So, here’s the deal, you stay home with our child.”
What just happened? One moment they were having a nice dinner and Alison changed. And what did she mean one day? They discussed this many times, but now he remembered Alison always slithered her way out of the conversation.
“We might as well end this conversation and dinner right now, Alan. You’re not telling me what to do with my career. Yes, you may make more money, but with remarks you’re making, you’re lucky I’m still sitting here with you. Actually, I’ve lost my appetite. Since you make the money, take care of the bill. This was going to be my treat, but you can handle it, right, Mr. Money Man?”
She snatched her handbag from the table, pushed her chair out, causing the centerpiece to topple over. Before she walked away, she rolled her eyes at him. She turned with grace, allowing her slender frame to remain statuesque. Then she disappeared through the revolving door. Patrons at nearby tables hissed, whispered, and pointed. Frowns were upon Alan.
The server came back. “Do you want a container for this?”
“No, thank you, just the check.” He forced a smile.
Outside, his steamed wife stood near their car, arms crossed. Through the deep side split of her dress a beautiful toned leg appeared. Alan stood directly behind her inhaling the intoxicating perfume. With the warm gentle breeze, the scent danced around his nostrils. Slowly, he opened the door and gently took her arm. She hesitated, but relaxed when their eyes met.
As he drove through downtown Atlanta, a mixture of jazz and r&b echoed. Alison loved to listen to both when she wanted to relax and he hoped it would work this time.
“I’m sorry, baby. I never meant to demand anything of you. If you want to start a family, I’m all for it. If you don’t want to stop modeling, I’m for that as well, I’m sure we could work this out. I don’t want us to be like this, especially on our anniversary.”
Her eyelashes fluttered twice. “Alan, you can be such a pain. I forgive you, but you’re going to make it up to me.”
He smiled, knowing he had gotten over one hurdle, but more was to come. In a quiet area, behind a security gate, their driveway surrounded by well-manicured Red Maple trees on each side led to a sprawling home. Alan pulled into their four-car garage and parked next to his vintage 1967 Mustang Shelby. Alison’s black Lexus sparkled. The Cadillac Escalade was too bulky, but maybe it was best to keep if they wanted to expand their family.
Alan’s suite jacket flapped as he danced over to get his waiting wife. When he opened the door to the kitchen, Alison playfully grabbed his butt. He turned to her, smiled, then gave her a peck on the forehead. He continued planting light kisses on her ears and neck. The butter-softness of her thighs as he caressed them gave his manhood an endless supply of blood. With his mouth open, he met hers. As he kissed her deeply, tongues playing circles, he cupped her butt and moved closer to her. She placed her arms tightly around his head.
Slowly, he unzipped and moved the dress down from her shoulders. Alan gently bit and sucked her neck. She moaned and twi
tched of the tickles. Finally, their lips met again. Somehow, he and Alison made their way to the kitchen island with its copper pots and pans that hung above and he lay her on the marble counter. He gazed upon her. Still looking at her, Alan removed her black three-inch heels. Her toenails elegantly painted black with silver swirls and a diamond on her first toe.
He removed his shirt and tie while she unzipped his pants. The black slacks fell from his waist. Stepping out of the expensive clothing, he took off his shoes and socks. Alison sat up and he pulled the dress over her head. His hand traveled south until it reached her place of enjoyment. “Baby, you’re so ready.” Soon after his lips traveled the same direction.
“Alan…”
“Yeah…” he kissed her, “yeah, baby.”
This time her voice was a few octaves higher. “Alan…”
He winked. “Alison, are you okay?”
“Yes. Stop. Don’t you want…um?” she tried to continue, “don’t you want me to repay you the same?”
“No, baby, not tonight. I want you to enjoy everything.”
While Alan continued to pleasure his wife, he glanced up. She was drenched and her eyes rolled back. Her legs shook and tightened with each trick he played. He hadn’t even begun to make love to her yet. Her body shivered and jerked. He gently lay his 230 pounds of muscle onto her and pleased his wife. Their bodies moved in sync. An orgasmic shock traveled through Alan’s body, causing an uncontrollable jerking motion. Forgetting the pots and pans hanging above, his head banged into them.
“Damn it.”
“Are you okay, baby?”
“The question is are you okay?” Alan rubbed his head.
“Perfect, baby. I’m perfect.”
“Mrs. Alison Perry, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mr. Alan Perry. With all my heart I do. Happy anniversary.”
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