Mr. Naughty

by Kara Hart

  “Yeah. You’ll have to address the issue sooner or later. Want my suggestion?” he asks.

  “I welcome any help.” I laugh.

  “Tell Michael. Go through this with him. If you guys are getting as serious as I think you are, you’re going to have to figure this out. Sometimes, running away works. Other times, it comes back to bite you in the ass, harder than you’ve ever been bitten,” he says. I laugh a little, but I understand exactly what he’s saying. “It sounds much kinkier than it is,” he says.

  “You’re right. I need to be honest with him. I need to figure all this shit out,” I say.

  He nods in agreement. “Once you do, things will feel a hell of a lot lighter. You’ll be able to face the Susan shit, and all of issues that come with this business will eventually get solved because they always do. Don’t stress about any of that stuff. Focus on fixing one issue at a time. You got this, girl.” He holds up a fist for me to pound, so I do it and we both laugh.

  Michael comes in the room and immediately notices Hanson, sitting next to me, while finishing his beer. “Break time already?” he asks. The tone isn’t happy, but Hanson shrugs it off.

  “Just helping out the newbie,” he says.

  “Sorry,” I mouth at Michael. He shrugs and sits back down.

  As the hours pass, I feel myself gravitate toward my phone. By the fifth vibration, I know I’ve got a real problem on my hands. He’s not going to let up. I’m going to have to tell Michael, of course. Then, I can go ahead and tell Michael the situation.

  The words flash on my screen. “Call me. I’m in town.” My heart sinks as the garage door opens. It’s time to go home and Michael has his arms around my waist in no time. “Ready?” he asks me.

  I hesitate, as I grab my purse. What do I say? I can’t go home with Michael tonight. I can’t face this at all angles. I need time to myself. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I finally say. “But I’m pretty beat. I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

  “You don’t look that tired,” he eyes me.

  “Well, it’s been a rough couple of days. I think I’m just going to go home and sleep,” I say.

  “No worries,” he says. The words come out slowly, as he thinks of an argument to make for coming over. “You sure you just want to be alone? Is there something wrong?”

  “I’m sure,” I say. “Just tonight, at least. I don’t know. Maybe I’m about to start my period or something.”

  No man can argue against that. He nods to himself and walks me to my car. “Well, get home safe. Text me or something later,” he says, looking a bit defeated.

  I open the car door and get inside. I put the key in the engine and turn it, yet I don’t close my door. The guilt starts to push up into my body. I look at him as he taps on my door to say goodbye. “Hey,” I whisper. “Don’t look so bummed.”

  “I’m not. Honestly, I have a lot of paperwork to get through if I’m going to fix this place up,” he says.

  “So it works out,” I add.

  “Yeah,” he says, stone-faced.

  “I’ll see you in the morning.” I smile.

  “See you,” he says. He leans in the car to kiss me. I feel the weight of it all, heavy against my heart. I feel his strength against me. His lips press against mine and the whole world fades into the absolute. Michael is my one-guy, the person I’ve been waiting to come swoop me off my feet. I can’t dive into that fully yet. First, comes the absolute annihilation of the past. I need to settle the score, I guess.

  Michael pulls back, taps on my door one last time, and walks back inside. I shut the door and slowly pull out of his driveway. I drive in the opposite direction of my house. I drive until I reach the old skate rink, the place he took me to not that long ago. It feels like a lifetime ago when all of this was just getting started. Now, I’m sitting here, feeling a hell of a lot wiser about things. Love is fucking hard, no matter what. Even if it’s perfect, you’re going to run into some obstacles.

  I pick up my phone and click on the text. “Call me. I’m in town.” I hit the number and listen as my phone connects. It rings against my ear. Within each palpitation of silence is a heavy reminder that Dennis won’t end this with a simple closing conversation. Closure is not what he’s after. I’m guessing that he’s not going to stop this charade until he gets me back.

  But that can’t happen. I’m not going back. I’ve started something real here and I’m not about to give that all up.

  Click. “Emily. Hey.” His voice sounds groggy and different on the phone. I don’t say anything back. Suddenly, we’re both sitting in silence, listening to one another’s quiet breaths. “You going to stay something?” he asks me, after a full minute passes.

  “What do you want, Dennis?” I ask him, desperate for him to leave me be.

  “Just hear me out,” he says. Whenever those words are uttered from a man, I never want to listen. I always instinctually tune him out. It can be a fault, but in this case, it’s a good defense mechanism.

  “Say what you need. I’m not going back to Chicago,” I tell him.

  “I’m not asking for that. I’m asking for…” He stops himself, as if to think about his next words very carefully. “I’m asking for help.”

  “Help? How could I possibly help you?” I ask him.

  “I’m not well,” he says. Bullshit, I think to myself. He’s always been the first to say how well and capable he is. Now, after I’ve been gone for some time, he’s changing the story? Of course he is.

  He continues, “I’m not asking you to do anything, really. I’m just asking for a bit of your time. Can you meet me for coffee tomorrow?” he asks me.

  “Why did you follow me, Dennis? Do you realize how fucking creepy that is?” I ask, ignoring his request.

  “I get it. But I’m going through some therapy right now and the doctor said it would be good to talk to you about things. I know I owe you a lot,” he says.

  I laugh out of frustration. Pain. Anger. The whole lot of it swells up inside me. “You don’t owe me shit,” I say. “Well, actually. You owe me silence. You owe it to me to leave me the fuck alone.”

  “I owe you more than that,” he says. “Which is why I’m asking you to meet me tomorrow. Don’t worry. I’m not trying to pull any shit. I’m trying to make things right.”

  “I’m seeing someone,” I blurt out.

  “Oh,” he says. There’s no indication of any calm in his voice. There’s no anger either. There’s just the silent whistle coming from his nose, as he breathes erratically. He’s never been a good actor, but he knows when to control himself if there’s some potential gain at the end of the road. I just can’t imagine what he thinks he could win from me.

  “I’m spent. I’m used up. I don’t have any more love inside of me and it’s all because of you,” I lie, stealing the Oscar nomination away from him. “But I’m with someone now and I need to see that through. You have to respect my wishes, Dennis. Please.”

  “Who is he?” he asks.

  “I thought you called for help. What happened to that?” I bite back.

  “I was just curious who he was. I do need your help, Emily. I really do,” he says.

  This time, he sounds real. Only, I’m not someone who was made to help people. Maybe at one point in my life, but right now, I’m trying to fix what’s broken in myself.

  “Goodbye, Dennis. Don’t call me again. Go back home. I’m sorry your trip didn’t work out,” I say.

  The words sound sharp, even to my ears. When I click the red “end” button on the screen, it feels even heavier. I sit back in my seat and close my eyes. I listen to the sounds of the cars rush by me, softly treading, yet their force always moves you, just a little bit.

  When I get the courage to put the car in gear, my feet push against the pedal and my hands miraculously start driving toward my place. The trees stand tall above me, lingering like shadows. Even on the darkest nights, a flood of false lighting surrounds the streets, guiding the path to my home.


  There’s a way out of everything, in the end. There’s always a way. At least, that’s what people have told me all my life. There was a way out of Chicago, but Dennis is still surrounding me like torrential floodlights. I’m just a running deer, trying to make it to the other side. The lights get brighter and brighter. They grow too powerful. My sense of direction gets turned around. I stop short and look at the danger right in front of me.

  I smile. I even laugh. I don’t wait for my body to respond. I just let the cold grill of destiny smash me to bits.

  Michael

  At night, I’ve got nothing. No one. Lisa will be here soon. I can bathe in the perfection that is seeing my daughter every now and then. Her biting sarcasm is still one of the purer things in life.

  None of this is what I’ve asked for. If Emily can’t decide, I can understand it. I just can’t understand the constant ebb and flow of emotion. It’s not like me. I either dive in headfirst or I remain in the back, waiting for a better opportunity. Maybe life is trying to change my habits. Maybe it’s about time I grow up… again, and again.

  In the morning, there’s work to be done. Constant work. I’m not selling the business. That was an idea I shouldn’t have ever argued for. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I love this woman. Emily is the one thing in my life that feels perfect. Normally, that kind of emotion just goes away. With her, it’s a straight line. I know she’s the one. That’s why I’m going to improve this business. I’m going to own the best damn carpentry shop in all of town.

  I make my coffee, I take a shower, and when I go downstairs, I proudly announce, “Today is the first day of our new business.”

  Four eyes stare up at me with apathy and distrust. “Another one of your brilliant ideas?” Hanson rolls his eyes.

  “No.” I shrug. “Not really. But since we’re doing the repairs to get everything up to code, I thought we might as well try something new. I’m going to ask Susan to buy her out of the company.”

  “No fucking way,” he laughs at me.

  Emily has a different tone. Her eyes widen and a big smile forms on her face. “Seriously?”

  “I’m serious, guys,” I say. I grab a chair and sit down. “I also think we should start building other things alongside of cabinets and furniture.”

  “Wait, wait, wait. Back up a minute.” Hanson waves his frustrated hand. “When are you going to ask her? Also, do you really think that’s going to work out for you? Susan’s a bit of a shrewd businesswoman.”

  I knew he was going to ask the easy questions, but there’s not an easy answer to give him. Of course it’s all speculative. Nothing is ever set in stone, especially things that come to Susan. Still, there’s no point in wasting days not trying.

  “It’s not going to be a cakewalk,” I tell him, plain and simple.

  “I didn’t expect a fucking cake,” he sighs back.

  “Hanson, shut up!” Emily snarls. I smile this time and look proudly at her.

  “I want to eventually take on big projects. Housing. Communities,” I say.

  Hanson is still bothered by the whole idea and I know why. It’s going to take a lot of convincing to get him on board, but I’m not backing down yet. “So you want to drive everyone out with your community-style neighborhoods, your cul-de-sacs, your—”

  “Did he say that?” Emily shoves his shoulder. “Just listen and then react for once.”

  “The key would be making these places affordable. I’m tired of making old-style chairs for people who have way too much money in their bank accounts. It keeps us afloat, sure. But why can’t we do both? Why can’t we get in the business of helping people?”

  “Because we’re a business.” Hanson sighs.

  “A carpentry business,” I tell him. “We’re supposed to be the builders, the people who give people comfort.”

  “At a price,” he says.

  “Anyway, it’s not up to us to set the price. If there’s a developer, they can decide on that sort of thing. Hell, the state can if they want to. I just want to get in there and feel like my time isn’t being wasted.”

  “We’ll need more manpower,” Emily says.

  “We’ll need more money,” Hanson says.

  “Anything is possible,” I tell them. “Just leave it to me. We’ll get it done.”

  Hanson sighs and goes back to work. Emily keeps a steady eye on me as I walk over to her. “You’re serious?” she asks again. This time, she’s not smiling as big.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask her. I put my hand against her thigh and move it upward.

  “Not here,” she whispers, looking away.

  I’m filled with confusion. She’s still playing this damn game with me. Push and pull. I can’t take it, but I’m at work. I’m forced to. I quietly take my hand off her thigh and feel a sinking, burning feeling in my chest.

  “Can you tell me what’s going on?” I ask her, one last time.

  “I’m just worried that you’re diving into all of this too fast, too soon. What if expanding isn’t the best option? Hanson’s right, you don’t have endless amounts of wealth,” she says. “And Susan… you know, Susan. She’s not going to buy into your plan if it doesn’t involve her. What’s she going to do? Not have a business anymore?”

  I laugh, more out of spite than anything. I stare up at the ducts in the ceiling and try to think enough about all of this to find a response. “Susan’s boyfriend makes enough money to support both her and Lisa. She doesn’t need this business,” I reason with her.

  “Yeah,” she trails off slightly. “I guess so. I think she needs you, Michael.”

  I sigh and walk out of the room, expecting to take a few minutes alone and get back to work, but instead she follows me to the other room. “I’m not trying to fight with you,” she says.

  “I know you’re not, and I’m not trying to run away when things get tough. I’m just trying to make all of this work,” I say, leaning against the wall.

  “I know you are.” She looks apologetic, but also there’s a faint gleam of guilt. I can’t interpret these things right now. I have to ignore it. “You’ve always tried to make it work.”

  “So what’s your deal?” I ask her. I touch her arm and she glances at my fingers, delicately grazing her skin.

  “I don’t know. I’m just going through something. I’ve been thinking about Chicago a lot. There are just a lot of bad memories. I really want to move past it. I want bigger things, like what you’re saying. But I’m scared of what could happen,” she says.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.

  “When does Susan go on her little trip?” she blurts out.

  “Why? You want to spend the night?” I smile.

  “That, and maybe you, me, and Lisa could all do something. I still haven’t gotten to know her too well, yet,” she says.

  I don’t know what it is, but there’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s interested in getting to know your kid. I grab her by the waist and squeeze. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in, exhaling as ridges of air palpitate within her lungs. I look at her red lips and feel my cock grow hard.

  Before our lips meet, her thigh slides against mine. It passes by my hard shaft and I grow weary, yet strong. I push her against the wall, and she lets out a short moan. She reaches down and runs her hand over me, so light and delicate that I have to push my body even closer.

  Our lips crush together and I’m swirling in everything good she has to give the world. In these moments, I’m the luckiest man alive because I have everything. I push my hand around the bottom of her skirt. I slide up and pull down her panties. I feel her, really feel her. And when two fingers push inside her, her body extends against the paneling.

  “No,” she eventually whispers. “I want to suck your cock.”

  “What?” I pause. I nearly shake my head at my own question. What do I care? But I want to feel her. I want to feel that warm pussy, sliding over my cock for the first time in the day. I want to feel all of my tr
oubles let go, in the one moment. And then, I want to experience something entirely wrong with her. I want her to beg.

  “Let me suck your cock.” She smiles, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. It’s impossible to say no to something like that. I don’t say a word. I pull on the side of her beautiful, thick hair. I pull until she slowly lowers her body to the ground.

  She reaches out in front of her, touching the edge of my jeans. She runs her index finger on the edge of my gold zipper, cold and rigid. She slowly unbuttons and feels as my cock grows harder by the second.

  With her teeth, she pulls the zipper down. I place my palm against her soft cheek. I want to kiss her again, and then I want to show her who’s boss. Yet, I stay still, waiting for her to act. She pulls my jeans down and in my boxer briefs is something that cannot be contained. From the center, she unbuttons, and it comes out, warm, thick, and hard.

  “Jesus,” she whispers. “You’ve never been this hard yet.”

  “I haven’t been with you in a while,” I say.

  “It’s been like a day,” she laughs.

  “Whatever you say,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

  And when her mouth opens wide, my eyes fall on her. They hold steady and never falter, yet my body nearly trembles when I feel her warm tongue slide across my shaft. Grabbing her hair, I feel each strand. Soft as silk, sweet as an angel. That’s what Emily is.

  I can’t control myself. I grab a fist of her hair and push in deeper, until I bottom out to her throat. I pull back out and she takes in deep breaths. I lean forward and taste her lips with mine. My tongue runs smooth across hers.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?” I whisper.

  She nods. Anything for me. Anything for the boss. “Yes, sir,” she pants.

  “Stick out that tongue for me, baby,” I say.

  She does as she’s told. I lick her tongue and stand up, looming above her. She reaches out to grab my cock again, but I take her hand in mine, instead. Our fingers intertwine. A rush of euphoric excitement pulses into my body. With my other hand, I feel how hard I’ve gotten. My heart is beating at an erratic pace.

  I let go and feel her tongue with my thumb. This drives me crazy. I move forward, as my cock touches the center of her tongue. It unfolds and curls around me. It pulls me into the center, that comfortable darkness that always offers more than you’re willing to bargain for. Her eyes dart up at me with lust. They seem to say, “Cum for me.” At least, that’s how I take it.