10
JONATHAN
A baby? I thought, while sitting in my office with my hands pressed against my forehead. Why now? Dana and I had been trying to have a child for years. The doctors said our chances were slim. The big question, of course, was whose baby was she carrying? If anything, I knew there was a fifty-fifty chance that it was mines, but what if it was Lewis’s? Damn, I thought. What a fucking mess my wife had gotten us into.
Then again, what if she was lying? She’d been playing the lying game for years so why should I believe her when she said she’s pregnant? It probably was a last resort for her, and if she thought that a baby, who I wasn’t even sure was mine, was going to stop this divorce from happening, then she was out of her mind. There was no doubt that I had to go through with this divorce. My feelings for Sylvia were getting stronger and a big part of me wanted to continue our relationship. It wasn’t that I was in love with her, but I loved so much about her. Most of all, I loved how she’d been able to keep me out of this funk I’ve been in. It seemed like every time I dropped my head, she was there to pick it up. Anything I needed, she had been in my corner. Yes, I hated she was Dana’s best friend, but I couldn’t do anything about that. Sylvia’s and my friendship had grown into something special. I’d be a fool to let it go for Dana.
I looked at my watch. It was already one o’clock in the morning. Something told me Dana was probably at our house waiting for me, so trying to avoid her, I stayed at the office. Around 1:30 a.m., I went to the gym room to work out. Once I finished, I showered and went into the sauna to relax. As steam filled the room, I laid my naked body back on the bench and covered myself with a towel. I closed my eyes, and, again, I started talking myself into forgiving Dana. I mean, what if the baby was mine and I wasn’t a part of his/her life? That would kill me. If anything, I had to know the truth about the baby before I made up my mind about what to do.
Still in deep thought, when the door opened, I turned to see who it was. The room was filled with steam, but I could clearly see that it was Sylvia. She had a white towel wrapped around her and headed my way. I sat up and laid my towel on the bench next to me. She dropped her towel, and then sat sideways on my lap. Knowing what I was going through, she wrapped her arms around my neck and comforted me.
“How much more of this are you going to take?” she whispered. “You’re a strong man, Jonathan, and it kills me to see you so torn like this.”
I rubbed the side of my face against her breasts and closed my eyes. “You are my guardian angel, Sylvia. Lord knows I wouldn’t know what to do without you. Every time I think it’s the end of the world, you always show up.”
“Well, I almost didn’t find you. I saw your car in the parking garage and looked all over for you. Noticing the lights on in the gym is what made me come in here.”
“I’m glad that you found me.” I massaged Sylvia’s left breast and began to suck it.
“Jonathan, no,” she moaned, and squirmed around on my lap. “We . . . we can’t keep doing this.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” She lifted my head and looked at me. “What about the baby? What if the baby is yours?”
“What if I don’t want to talk about it? What if I just want to make love to you right now and not think about anything else?”
Sylvia stood up and reached for her towel. She dragged it on the floor and moved toward the door. I stood up and gazed at her plump ass, and when she turned around, she looked me up and down. She tossed the towel in the air and smiled. “Oh, what the hell? I can’t leave you like this.”
“No, you can’t.” I walked up to her. We wrapped our arms around each other and I rubbed my nose with hers. I pecked her lips a few times then squeezed her tightly in my arms. “Woman, you feel so good.”
“And so do you.”
We stood for a while holding each other and Sylvia glanced down at our arms. “You know, I didn’t think I was that much darker than you.”
“You’re not,” I said, laughing. “Actually, I’m darker than you.”
“No, you’re not. Look,” she said, putting her arm next to mine.
I looked at our arms. “And I still say I’m darker than you. What difference does it make anyway?”
“Because you know, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.” Sylvia kneeled down in front of me. She went to work on my goods, and as I tried to keep my balance, she stopped and looked up at me. “Yep, your juice is much more sweeter than mine.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” I helped Sylvia off the floor, spread her legs apart on the bench, and crawled in between them. To me, she was so much sweeter than I was, and over a period of time, we went back and forth debating who had the sweetest juice.
“Okay,” she said, taking deep breaths after her orgasm. “You win; mine is sweeter. Now, would you please cut the foreplay and fuck me like you said you would?”
I remained kneeled in front of Sylvia while she sat on the bench. She wiped the sweat from my forehead, and I wiped it from her face. “I didn’t say I wanted to fuck you, Sylvia. I asked if I could make love to you. Don’t go putting false words in my mouth. Besides, you were the one who said you couldn’t handle my loving on a daily basis.”
“I did, didn’t I? But”—she reached for my dick and put it inside of her—“I could never imagine myself being without it. Now, shush and handle your business. I’ve waited long enough.”
I laughed, leaned in, and let the stroking begin.
We went at it like we were the last two people on earth, and our chocolate bodies dripped with sweat. But when we heard the loud sound of a door closing, it alarmed us. We stopped in action, and not knowing who it was, I quickly slid myself out of Sylvia. We got off the floor, Sylvia covered herself with a towel, and I wrapped mine around my waist. I asked Sylvia to chill, while I left the sauna to see who was there. When I looked around, there was no one in sight. I even went into the workout room and saw no one. Curious, I headed back to the sauna. Sylvia stood by the door and waited for me.
“Who was it?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone.”
“But somebody was in here.”
“I know, but don’t worry. It could have been anyone.” I lifted Sylvia’s wrist to look at her watch. “Sometimes the janitors come in and clean up around this time.”
Sylvia looked at her watch too, and saw that it was ten minutes after four in the morning. “Where did the time go? If you want me to come in for work, you’d better let me get out of here.”
“Yeah, I’d better get out of here too. I have to be in court by nine, Crissy and I are supposed to have a late lunch, and I promised Britney she could stay the week with me. I still haven’t had a chance to meet with Lewis yet, but I’m eager to speak to him.”
We put our clothes back on, and after I walked Sylvia to her car, she left. As I strutted toward my car, I noticed a piece of paper underneath the windshield wiper. I grabbed it and got inside of my car. I unfolded the paper, and inside was a note from Lewis. He asked me to meet him at CJ’s at seven o’clock this evening, saying that it was imperative that we spoke. Having every intention of meeting him, I balled up the paper and threw it in the trashcan on my way out of the parking garage.
I hurried home to shower, took a quick two-hour nap, and was in court by nine. My court case ran over until almost three o’clock, so I cancelled lunch with Crissy. I then called the office to see if Sylvia would pick up Britney for me and chill at her place until I got finished with my meeting with Lewis.
“Jonathan, just be careful, okay?” she said.
“I will, and tell Britney I’ll be home no later than nine.”
“Will do. Are you tired?”
“Very. If I don’t do anything else tonight, I’m going to get some rest.”
“I agree. It’s been crazy today, but I’m leaving at four o’clock so I can be on time picking up Britney.”
“What’s been going on? Anyt
hing I should know about?”
“Not really. You have about fifteen messages waiting for you from your clients. Beverly called twice, but I don’t want to repeat what she said. Dana called looking for you, and the rest is all office gossip. You don’t want to hear about that, do you?”
“No, I don’t. And I have a feeling that this office gossip been going on all day long, especially since I’m not there.”
Sylvia laughed. “Now, you know I’m not going to lie to you, but, baby, I haven’t done shit all day long. I haven’t the strength to pick up a piece of paper, let alone file one. I am drained from what you did to me, and you have no one to blame but yourself.”
“So, you’re slacking?”
“Terribly bad.”
“Then go home. You ain’t doing me no good by being there.”
“All you had to do was say the word, Boss Man. I’ll stop to get Britney and we’ll see you later.”
I hung up, and once again, thanked the Lord for Sylvia. Dana had been calling me, so I pulled my car over in front of the courthouse and called her back.
“What is it, Dana?” I asked with an attitude.
“I need some time alone with you. Tonight, I’m coming to the house and you need to prepare yourself to talk to me.”
“I’m busy tonight.”
“Damn it!” she yelled. “Is this attitude of yours because you’re seeing someone else?”
“Dana, you need to understand that I’m not on your fucking time! You’re not going to snap your fingers and I’m gonna come running. That’s just not going to happen.”
“But what about our child?” she cried. “How can you abandon us like this? Fine, I made a mistake, but don’t make your child pay for it too. I’m so stressed out that I may lose this baby. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”
“You’re forgetting the most important thing here. What if it’s not my damn child, Dana! What if you are having another man’s baby!”
“But it’s not. It’s one hundred percent yours. I swear!”
“Well, your word isn’t worth a damn anymore. You will have to prove to me that the child is mine, and more than anything, I need to know if you’re really pregnant. You’re so fucking full of games, I don’t know what the hell to believe.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you about anything like this.”
“Like hell! If you lied to me about being with another man, you’d for damn sure lie to me about a baby, especially since you know how much having a child means to me.”
Dana was silent, and furious once again, I hung up on her. Since I was on a roll, I called Beverly to see what the fuck her beef was about. When she didn’t answer, I left a message for her to call me back.
Before meeting with Lewis, I went to Cardwell’s and had dinner. Around 6:45 p.m., I headed to CJ’s. I looked around for Lewis, but he was nowhere in sight.
Soon after the waiter seated me in a booth, I saw Lewis come through the door. He looked around for me and when he caught my eye, he headed toward me. Trying to figure out Dana’s attraction to this cocky, arrogant fool, I checked him out in his baggy blue jeans, black fitted tank shirt, and fake-ass diamond earring in his ear.
He came over to the booth, and held his hand out for me to shake it.
I brushed him off. “Naw, man, none of that. You know more than I do that only friends shake hands.”
“Awww, Mr. T,” he said, sliding into the booth. “I thought you were better than that. I would have never thought you, of all people, would trip off a brotha like me banging your wife.”
I snickered and tried my best not to let him get underneath my skin. “Is that what you’re doing? More than anything, I assumed you were using her.”
“That too, but I really did start liking her ass, though. So, when she had the nerve to try to cut this shit short, I couldn’t let that happen. And even though I had some backup booty at the hotel, Dana trying to take her lovely self away from me was quite damaging.”
“Shit, I truly understand how you feel. After all, she’s a dynamite-ass woman. She cooks, cleans, and will fuck your brains out when she wants to.”
“Yeah, buddy! That pussy be on overtime. But, not like that secretary you got. You know, Sylvia?” He slammed his hand on the table and laughed. “Now, that dark chocolate, ‘smack it up and lay it to the side’ sista is bad!”
I held my hands tightly together in front of me. Bringing Sylvia into the mix, he definitely had my attention. “So, what else about Sylvia, Lewis?”
“Nuttin’.” He shook his head. “She’s just a bad motherfucker when it comes to sex, that’s all I’m saying. When I had the pleasure of poking that pussy on the elevator yesterday, and then again on the stairs, I was a li’l bit disappointed in myself when I found out she ran to give you some pussy later. She was so drenched when I pulled those red panties aside and when—”
My face twisted and displayed a whole lot of anger. I couldn’t hold back, so I cut him off. “What in the hell do you want from me? Cut the bullshit, Lewis, because I know you’re after something.”
“Come on now, Mr. T. I’m just trying to free you from a life of trifling conniving, and dick hungry–ass women. You didn’t expect for me to let you have all of the fun, did you? Share some of the pussy, damn.”
“Fun? Do you think this game you’re playing is funny?”
“Hilarious. It’s so funny that you’re going to help me keep a little chump change in my pockets.”
“So, money is what you’re after?”
“Yeah, just a li’l bit, though.”
“Man, what in that fucked-up mind of yours would make you think I would give you any of my money?”
“Well, you’ve already been giving me some through Dana, and I truly appreciate all that you do for me. But now you’re going to give me some on your own free will.”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. This Negro was a clown. “Lewis, you know what, you are sick. It puzzles the hell out of me how Dana could stoop so low with a boy like you, but I guess it lets me know how desperate she was. Tomorrow, get your shit out of my mailroom. If you ever come near my wife or my secretary again, I’m gonna kill you.” I started out of the booth.
“Mr. T, Mr. T, Mr. T, if I were you, I wouldn’t leave so soon. Now, since I took a lot of time planning this shit out, you have got to stay and listen.”
Foolishly, I stayed at the booth, wanting to know what else Lewis had to say. “Make it quick. I have some business I need to tend to.”
“Please. All the hell you got to do is go somewhere and fuck your secretary. Earlier, I watched y’all for a good li’l while, and I feel cheated because she did not suck my dick the way she sucked yours. You must be on cloud nine having your cake and eating it, too, especially since Sylvia and Dana are friends. It’s just a matter of time you’ll be kicking down a threesome, won’t you?”
“Maybe, or maybe not. But you sound a little jealous. A brotha like you shouldn’t be wasting so much time and energy on my love life. Especially when the women say you got it going on like you do. Hopefully, watching me last night will help you better yourself in the bedroom. If not, then don’t expect to get your dick sucked well like I do.” I slid out of the booth.
“In one week, Mr. T, I need five hundred thousand dollars. If not, everybody in the workplace will see these pictures I have of you and Sylvia fucking like wild animals, your wife will know that her best friend is a backstabbing bitch, and not only that, but she’ll be able to use these pictures against you in court and take you for every dime you have. Then there’s your beautiful, young teenager daughter you got—”
Before I knew it, I reached over and grabbed Lewis by his shirt. I tightened my fist and punched him so hard in his face that my knuckles cracked. He picked up the glass of water on the table and slammed the glass on the side of my face. My vision blurred from the water being in my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if the glass had cut me. All I know was we went at it. The people around us cleared out and the manager and a
few waiters ran over and tried to break us apart.
“Stop this,” the manager yelled. “Stop or I will call the police!”
While standing in the way, the manager got knocked in the face with a punch. He rushed away, and still seething with anger, I pounded Lewis’s face and tore up his ribs with my fists. When I put him in a headlock, he lifted me over his shoulder and slammed me on the table behind us. I crashed on the table then hit the floor. Lewis lifted his foot to kick me, but I grabbed that motherfucker and tried to break it away from his body. I twisted and turned his ankle, causing him to lose his balance. When he fell to the ground, I took my size-thirteen leather shoe and punted it between his legs.
Lewis rolled over on his stomach and grabbed his dick. Shortly after, four police officers came rushing through the door. They aimed their guns at me.
“Lift your hands where we can see them! Now!”
I slowly placed my hands behind my head and two of the officers cuffed me. The other two cuffed Lewis, who was still lying face down on the floor.
After they sat me in a chair, they picked up Lewis and sat him in another chair. Blood dripped from his nose, his shirt was torn off, and his eye looked as if he just had a fight with Mike Tyson. I, on the other hand, wasn’t in good condition either. The sleeve to my jacket was torn, blood streamed down my face and onto my white shirt, the taste of thick blood was stirring in my mouth, and my entire body was stiff as a board.
When the cops inquired about what had happened, I told them the partial truth. Since the manager and waiters knew me well from coming there all the time, they added a little somethin’ somethin’, and the cops immediately took the cuffs off me. I told them I wanted to press charges against Lewis, and when all was said and done, they stood Lewis up to haul him off to jail.
After I found my wallet that had skidded on the floor, I paid the manager $1,000 for the damages we’d caused. I knew the damages were much more than that, considering all the wasted food, the drinks that were on the floor, and the many people who walked out because of what went down. And since he’d kept me out of jail, I planned to come back tomorrow with a check that covered the entire inconvenience.
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