by Lace, Lolah
I went to lunch with Tangie and filled her in on my fun-filled dates with Sebastian. I also explained why I was driving his car. She was pretty enthusiastic about my new prospective Bae. She made me more excited. Tangie was a true friend, not one of those jealous ass friendenemies that always seem to latch onto me.
Tangie told me I was stupid for making him wait for sex. She didn’t realize he was the one making me wait. I can’t admit I was just playing tough. He could have worn me down. I know that for sure. If he pushed his dick head in I would have opened wide. I know how my body reacts around him.
The wine I had last night was one glass too many. I could have been awakened with a dick in me. But Bash was a gentleman. He even picked me up and put me to bed. I must have been passed out. He could have fucked me. Sure, I wouldn’t have participated much but he could have had me. I’m just glad to know he wouldn’t take advantage of me like that. I was growing an attachment to Mr. Vandervol. Was this a part of his master plan? If so, it was a damn good plan.
Tangie had got me hyped up. She had me feeling really good about Bash. I got through the day and took off a little early to go visit my mother.
***
I pulled into my mom’s driveway and I saw her peeking her head out the curtain. She opened the door for me before I could knock or use my key.
I listened to her talk about all the murders in Chicago. I listened to her tell me how wrong her best friend is for disowning her kids. I tuned out her talking about random reality TV shows that I don’t watch.
I knew it was coming, the questions she had for me.
“Did that fool stop following you?” She spit as she asked about David. She never liked him. She had good reason. He’s a conceited jackass.
I thought about Bash before I thought about David and that tickled me.
“Yeah I think he went on ‘bout his business. I’m seeing someone else now and David knows that. So I assume he knows I’ve moved on.”
“That’s good.”
“Yes it is. You know he called over here.”
My heart raced. “He called you?”
“Yeah. He said he was just calling to see how I was doing. He told me y’all broke up and I told him I didn’t know that. I played real dumb.”
“When was this?”
“Just about three or so days ago.”
“You should have called me as soon as you got off the phone with him.”
“I wasn’t going to bother you. I ain’t studdin’ that Negro.”
This is the stuff that pisses me off. My mother will call me every time Iyala is hugging somebody but won’t call when my psycho ex is calling her. That bastard doesn’t call to check on his own damn mama. So why the hell is he calling mine?
“How long you been seeing this new man. What’s his name?”
“His name is Sebastian.”
“What kind of name is that?”
“He’s white.”
“What kind of white?”
“German.”
“Like Arnold Schwarzennegger.”
“I think he’s Austrian. Boris Kodjoe is German.”
“Is he as fine as Boris?”
“Ah yeah I would say so.”
“Someone has all his information? I don’t want you to end up in a ditch somewhere.”
“Yeah Ma.”
“Your friends know about him.”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t be too careful. These men out here today don’t care nothing about killing a woman, killing kids and they think they can get away with it. And these white men, oooh child they will kill they wives at the drop of a hat.”
I wanted to scream, I’m not married to him mama. So I’m free and clear.
“Uh-huh.” I hummed. It’s best just to agree with her. She never has facts or statistics to back up her claims, just the local news and a slew of television crime shows.
“That’s his car out there in my driveway.”
“Yeah.”
“Where’s your car?”
“It’s in my garage.” I gave her a look. She knew that was enough with the questions. I wasn’t about to tell her he spent the night or anything else. The interrogation was over.
“Well I like that better than that big ole black Escalade. That thing was just too damn big. I hated climbing into that truck.
“Well I’m done with David so that’s never going to happen again.”
I spent an hour with my mother before I had to go get Bash. I arrived at the building. I parked in his designated parking space, the second one in his five spaces.
They had better security in this office building than the one I worked. It made me wonder exactly what Bash did. All I knew was he was a software developer.
I went up to the twenty-third floor like I had done before. This time I was familiar with where I was going.
When I entered the reception area Bash’s secretary’s name popped into my head. Gretchen was sitting behind her desk looking just the same as I saw her last time I was here. She smiled and I did the same.
“Ms. Norwood. How are you this evening?”
“I’m good.”
“Mr. Vandervol is expecting you. You can go right in.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at Gretchen.
I walked the hall until I got to his double doors. I entered without knocking. Bash was sitting behind his desk on his landline. I took a seat on his couch as his eyes followed me. He talked business with someone. I didn’t mind. Just being here with him was enough for me.
It was just like we reached some invisible milestone in our relationship.
Bash wrapped up at work. He came back home with me. We ate and watched a little TV. This time he slept in bed with me instead of on the couch. He snuggled in between my legs and fell asleep there with his face in my pussy. This guy right here.
This…us…feels right.
CHAPTER 14
SEBASTIAN
★SATURDAY★
I woke up in bed next to Nina. I was more like entangled in her body. Actually my face was buried in her snatch. I love that smell of her warm tangy pussy. It smells like a cum-pot filled with fresh rainwater. I love that smell. I remember waking up in the middle of the night. I recall unfolding her pussy lips. I sucked her clit until she came. I don’t think Nina really woke up completely. She grinded her hips into my face and only stopped when she reached her peak. I don’t think she remembered it. She probably thought it was a dream.
How I managed to keep my cock from entering the tiny little gap between her thighs was even puzzling to me. I was erect half the time I was near her. Having a semi erection had come to be the norm for me. When I get the chance to fuck her I am going to rip her tight wet pussy to shreds. Seeing her, smelling her, tasting her, drives me crazy.
She is going to beg me to get off her. But I won’t. I deserve more than a piece of her chocolate cream pie. I deserve it all. I earned the right to savor it. Enough with my lustful thoughts.
We went to breakfast. She had errands and I did too. We parted ways around noon. She knew I would be back later. I couldn’t stay away long. I need to see her everyday. I’m not sure why? Maybe she makes my day brighter. As stupid as it sounds, I may have imprinted on her. Funny.
I went home and went for a jog around the neighborhood. I could get in at least three miles if I push myself. I had been slacking a bit since I met Nina. Sometimes I over did my workouts, other times I took a pass. These were the thoughts I had jogging around the neighborhood.
A voice called out to me and made me stop when I was a few blocks from my home.
“Hey Mr. Vandervol.”
It was Marjorie. She was sixteen now but she looked a bit older. “Marjorie.” Teen girls wore too much makeup.
“I haven’t seen you running in a long time.” She grinned.
I remember how cute she was as a toddler. Now I don’t have any thoughts of her.
“I usually run at home, treadmill.” I wiped the sweat from my face with
a lift of my shirt. Her eyes went right to my chest and abs. I shouldn’t have done that. It was weird and gross being ogled by a kid.
“How’s Jax?”
“He’s good.”
“My mom will not let me go to his shows. She doesn’t know I’ve already been to a few.” She giggled. “Jax is so unbelievably talented.” Her eyes glazed over every time she said my son’s name.
Listening to her swoon over my son was sickening. She should stay as far away from Jax as humanly possible. Jax isn’t such a bad kid. He’s just a bit advanced. She is underage and he may behave as a kid at times but he is a very experienced man. Sixteen year olds are off limits. I hope he knows that.
“Mr. Vandervol, does Jax have a girlfriend?”
“Huh?”
“A girlfriend?”
“Ah yeah I think so?”
“Is it that groupie Asian girl? She’s at all his shows.” She glared.
“I think so.” I knew it was so. Soung practically lives at my house. Why hurt this girl’s feelings? She really seems to have a crush on my son.
“Ugh! They make a terrible couple.” She groaned.
“Marjorie you know you’re sixteen.” I hope I had her age right. I didn’t really keep up with that sort of thing.
“Yes sir I know that but the legal age of consent is right around the corner. It will be here before you know it. I’ll be seventeen in a few months.”
“Marjorie you’re a good girl. You should be careful.”
She chuckled. “Girl?” She questioned my assessment of her. “Look at the size of my tits.”
I did the exact opposite. I kept my eyes on her overly made up face.
“Mr. V you are such a good guy. You haven’t looked at my tits this entire time. There is no way those things people say about you are true. Fuck what my mom says, I know you’re innocent. She is so full of shit. She acts like they had DNA on you or something.”
Are people still talking about me? Now what do I say to ease out of this conversation. “Thank you for your vote of confidence.” A vote that doesn’t matter because she is too young to have an opinion on adult matters.
“I’ve had a crush on your son since I was six years old. If you weren’t three hundred years old I would have a crush on you. You are one sexy old dude.”
I frowned. That took me by surprise.
“Mr. V you know you’re a hot old man. Jax is younger, cooler and fronts a rock band. So if you were thinking about going through a midlife crisis and getting you a young girl. You could totally pull that off. Not me of course I heart Jax. You could totally get whoever you wanted.” She bounced on her heels, extremely proud of her assessment of me.
Confusion hit me. My sweaty face caught fire.
“Mr. V, I’m only kidding. You’re turning red.”
I quickly regained my composure. Why did I let a teen get me flustered? I turned to see Mrs. Crastor, Marjorie’s mother walking down her driveway to the sidewalk.
“Shit! Here comes the dragon lady?” Marjorie mumbled about her mother.
I don’t need this headache. All I was trying to do was go for a run.
Marjorie’s mother was the nosiest most self-righteous bitch Cedar Creek Estates had ever known. Mrs. Paula Crastor stopped in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive posture.
“Marjorie, what are you doing out here? You have homework” She was talking to her kid but looking at me.
“I was talking to Mr. V.” She corrected. “Mr. Vandervol. I saw him jogging by. I hadn’t seen him in awhile. He wasn’t at our last barbecue.”
I was never invited. My invitations seem to always get lost in the mail. It’s been standard practice for years now. Young Marjorie new what she was doing. She was hell bent on aggravating her mother. I didn’t want any part of it.
“So you saw Marjorie and decided to stop?” She was talking to me now.
Crazy Bitch! What was she insinuating?
“No, mother I stopped him.”
“Oh so you didn’t continue to jog by?” She had her evil suburban housewife glare trained on me.
I hate this bitch. She tried to get me removed from this gated community. A community I helped to create. I was one of the first houses built here. There was me, a senator, two doctors, a dentist and a toy company CFO. I make more than ninety percent of the residents in Cedar Creek. She led the rally to have me removed but my lawyers chewed her up and feed her to pitbulls.
“I thought that would be rude, Paula.” I choked her name up like cough syrup.
“Marjorie go inside.” Her disobedient daughter didn’t bother to move. “Marjorie!”
“Later Mr. V.” The teen waved at me before she trotted up the driveway toward the house.
“You have some nerve being anywhere near my home. You know how I feel about you.”
“Yes I do. You have made that abundantly clear on various occasions that didn’t quite warrant your devious behavior and malicious intent.”
“I would never believe anything that comes out of your mouth.”
“Well it’s a good thing I don’t care. If you drag my past out again I will destroy you. Your husband will lose more than his job this time.”
She gasped like I killed her cat. She never knew I was the one that fucked up her façade of a happy home. She was so unceremoniously focused on me. When her husband lost his job she had to focus all her attention on her crippling family crisis. I got him canned. I did that. I got her son pulled over for a DUI just to cause her a little more stress. His driver’s license was suspended. I don’t regret it. I don’t fight fire with fire. I fight fire with earth and wind.
“Stay away from my daughter.”
“With pleasure. Paula you just make sure you keep your big mouth shut.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
“They are laying people off at Gravistar. I know the CEO. He’s a golf buddy.” Gravistar was her husbands new company. His six-figure dream that I decided to let him have. It took him awhile to get another job. They even were on welfare after I made sure he was canned. They had to take money from their kid’s college funds just to get by. They were still trying to get out of debt. She didn’t think I knew that.
“You got my husband fired?”
“I can do it again.”
“You admit it. Get away from my house, get away from us.”
“With pleasure.”
“I can see who you really are. I wish Caroline would have known the monster she married before it was too late.”
“Fuck you Paula.” I jogged away before she could make another feeble attempt to insult me.
All I wanted to do was go for a run. I need to see Nina. She makes me forget this bullshit. I ran up my circular drive and I went into the house. I planned to go straight upstairs to the shower but Parker was sitting at the bottom of the staircase. I could just walk past him if he wasn’t sitting smack dab in the center.
Fuck! I think he’s crying. I stood in front of him and he didn’t bother to look up at me. I guess he preferred staring at my running shoes.
“Parker!” I only heard his whimpers. “Parker why the fuck are you crying?”
“Because.” He finally looked up at me.
“Because, why? What?”
“I fucking got dumped.”
“What?”
“I got fucking dumped on a fucking text message.”
“By a another guy?”
He rolled is eyes at me. I guess it’s obviously another guy. That was a stupid question. This kid is gay.
“I don’t even understand what I did. I really thought he loved me.”
This is awkward. I don’t even know what to say. I took the seat next to Parker on the steps.
“I’m sure you didn’t do anything. Guys are assholes. Young guys are real assholes. You know that right?”
“I know.” He sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I just thought he was different.”
“Well Parker, di
fferent is hard to find. Where is Jax?”
“He’s busy. He’s in rehearsal and I wasn’t going to interrupt him with my problems.”
“Well that’s nice but maybe he can say the right things to make you feel better.”
“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t like this. I wish I liked girls. I think things would be so much easier.”
“Women, it would be worse.”
Parker chuckled as he sniffled. “You’re probably right.”
“I know I’m right.” I patted him on the back. “What was this loser assholes name that dumped you by text.”
“Chase.”
“Fuck Chase! It’s his loss. There are plenty of gay guys at the gym. Get a fucking membership and stop being a crybaby.”
“Oh my Peter Parker.” I heard her whiny nasal voice before I saw her face. Her thick Chinese accent almost made it impossible to decipher the words she said. Soung had rushed in through the foyer. She was headed right toward Parker. He started crying all over again when he noticed her.
Parker stood and Soung took the distraught young man into her arms. I sat there a minute. Parker was crying into her shoulder as she rubbed his back.
My work here was done. I’m not good at this stuff and apparently Soung is the person to go to when there is a crisis in this household. Who knew?
I stood and turned my back on the drama. I walked upstairs and went to my bedroom. I miss Nina so much.
CHAPTER 15
SEBASTIAN
★SUNDAY★
Maybe I should have told my mother I was bringing a guest. But what fun would that be. I’ve only officially brought one woman to meet my mother. That was Caroline.
My mother never liked Caroline. Sure she pretended to like her. I knew my mother well. She secretly despised Caroline. I have no idea how she will feel about Nina. I wished I valued my mother’s opinion more when I was a young man. I always thought my father was smarter. Now I’m wise enough to know the value of a woman’s opinion, a woman’s intuition.
My father was very important to me growing up. All I wanted to do was make him proud and immolate his greatness. Now that he’s gone I’m left with the memories good and bad. I’m left with the ever-present need to be me, the man I truly am without living in the shadow of my father.
