by Tiana Laveen
“You keep making me laugh. I’m going to chomp down on your dick by accident if you keep it up!” She swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Okay, okay, okay! I’m sorry… get back to it. I’ll be quiet.” He reached forward and grabbed a wad of tissues, preparing himself for his grand release. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her oral prowess. “Mmmm, baby…” he slurred, his climax drawing near. “Shit, Sahara… oh God that feels good!”
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, snatching him out of the moment.
“Dr. Alexopoulos, your 1:30 is here… Sir? Are you there? Dr. Alexopoulos?”
“Shit!”
Sahara gripped his thighs and deep-throated him, rendering him a shell of his former self as he exploded inside her mouth. He jerked and struggled uncontrollably beneath her, both hands wrapped around her head as he fed her the last of him. The woman calmly got to her feet and wiped off her chin, while he breathlessly reached for the phone.
“…Yesss…. I’m here.” He ran his hand down his face and smiled wide, closing his eyes for a moment. “Okay, uh, send them to the exam room. I will be there in about ten minutes.”
“Okay, I will let him know.”
When he looked back up, the woman was completely put back together again, as if nothing had happened. She turned and made her way toward the door.
“You have a wonderful rest of your day, Dr. Alexopoulos.”
“Oh, I will… you better believe that!” He stood, feeling smug, then grabbed his underwear and pants and brought them back up. “You have a wonderful day, too, Dr. Delaney.” He snatched his white coat and made haste of putting it on. “And don’t be a stranger.” He winked in her direction as she opened the door to exit.
“Oh, I’ll be back, baby… and I’ll make sure you say ‘thank you and cum again’…”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cornbread and Dick Pics
“But I can’t. I’m exhausted, Leonard,” Sahara told her brother as she lazed about on the now messed up bed. Anytime Leonard came over they’d get into a long drawn out conversation, one she’d typically find way entertaining. She loved his company, but tonight she was pooped.
“All right, I’ll drop it off tomorrow or something, damn.”
“Thank you. I told you that you could keep the DVD player for as long as you like. It’s old, anyway. I don’t even buy DVDs anymore.”
“I know, but ‘Scarface’ is a classic and I wouldn’t wanna keep it from you. Guess what? Mama cooked, too, so I was going to bring over some of the leftovers. I just left from over there.”
“Oh, really?” She was certain the manipulative bastard could hear the hopefulness in her voice. “What did she make?”
“Fried chicken, cornbread dressin’, greens and potato salad.”
“You’re kidding! Oh my God. Damn! Okay, all right! Bring it over.” She chuckled, unable to resist. Besides, Leonard only lived twenty minutes away. It would make a tasty late night snack.
“I figured you’d change your mind. I won’t stay long. Promise.”
“Okay. See you in a bit.”
Sahara begrudgingly rolled off the bed and got to her feet. Once in the kitchen, she placed a microwaveable plate, some utensils, her favorite mixed seasoning, and a small bottle of hot sauce on the counter. After pouring a glass of white wine, she made her way down the steps with a lap tray, waiting in anticipation for the bounty her brother described in such delicious detail.
I should probably turn on the television. Leonard always wants to watch ESPN.
She sat down on the couch, placing the tray on the coffee table and grabbed the remote control to turn on the TV. Laying down, feet up, she watched the ten o-clock news, half asleep and ear halfcocked to the weather forecast and then a report of a shooting at a strip mall.
“This is getting ridiculous.” She yawned as she looked at the broadcast which now featured a Black woman with short red hair being interviewed as a witness to the entire sordid ordeal. She wasn’t exactly certain when, but soon thereafter she fell asleep and was only awakened by the sound of Leonard ringing her doorbell as if he were being chased by a pack of wild dogs. Her eyes flew open and she got to her feet, trying to quickly reclaim her bearings.
“I’m coming!” she hollered out.
Her black and red striped pajama pants were a tad bit too long and dragged against the floor, sweeping it with each step. When she opened the door, she found Leonard holding a huge plastic grocery sack and wearing a gigantic, shit eating grin. He shook the bag like she was a rabbit and it was a carrot on a stick.
“Look what I got for you, lady! Haaaa! Mama’s home cookin’!”
He jetted his tongue out and stepped inside, practically knocking her down. After she closed and locked the door, the man made a beeline towards the couch, the precious bounty in hand. Emptying out all the contents, he placed everything just so, then set out a large piece of coconut cake.
“Oh no… I can’t eat that, too! I’m on a diet. I mean, I know the fried chicken is cheating but the dessert is going overboard. Why did you bring that over here, too?!” She practically drooled as she got comfy beside him. He unwrapped some plasticware he’d nabbed from Lord knew where.
“What?! Don’t you even worry about it, lil sis. This ain’t for you no way, and I have no plans to share… OWWW!” he hollered when she slapped him in the back of the head. The man burst out laughing then handed her two Styrofoam containers. She opened up the largest one and the delectable aroma wafted up.
“I shouldn’t be eating this late, but I didn’t have dinner. Well, unless you count popcorn.” Grabbing the metal fork she’d brought down, she began to go to town on the entrée. “What’s in the little box?” She realized she hadn’t even bothered to look yet.
“Cornbread,” Leonard said around a mouthful of cake. “It’s good, too.”
He grabbed the remote control and turned to ESPN. As they sat there eating side by side, something struck Sahara. Leonard always came over, but his visits were becoming a bit more frequent. He worked plenty of hours, and she was surprised he wouldn’t just want to go home and take a load off. She enjoyed his company, but something seemed a bit off.
“Leonard?”
“Uh huh.” He took another bite of the cake, his eyes trained on the TV.
“Everything okay between you and Teresa?”
“Mmm hmmm, yeah.”
“Leonard.” Her eyes narrowed on the man as she set her fork down. “I can tell you’re lying.”
“What are you talking about?” He turned quickly in her direction, looking as if he couldn’t believe his damn ears. “Me and Teresa is cool! We like marsh and mellows. We like corn and the cob. We like Mickey and Mouse. We fine! More than fine!” He chuckled then returned his attention to the TV screen.
Sahara shook her head and crossed her legs as she leaned back against the couch, holding her glass of wine.
“I haven’t spoken to my sister-in-law in forever. I know she’s busy with all of those schools, but I think I’ll ring her up, see how she’s doing.” She didn’t miss how Leonard’s jaw moved a bit slower at her declaration. “In fact, I’ll call her right now.” She reached for her cellphone but Leonard grabbed it.
“She’s asleep. Don’t wake ’er.”
“Leonard, stop fucking with me. Now, you’re all up in my business twenty-four-seven. What the hell is going on with you two?! Now that I think about it, it all makes sense. You are over here every chance you get. Mom and Dad said Teresa was gone a lot lately for all of these different conventions and they barely see her. Something is not right!”
The man huffed and tossed down his fork. Running his big hands over the tight curls on his head, he closed his eyes. She leaned close and rested her chin on his broad shoulder, stroking his back for comfort.
“We been… we been havin’ some problems.”
She nodded in understanding. “You can talk to me, Leonard.”
He sighed. After a length of silence, he said
, “Just… shit, you know? We’re walking down two different paths it seems but the major issue as of late is about her being out of town all the time. She’s a superintendent, yeah, I get it, but I never realized she’d be travelling so much… seemed strange to me. All of these conferences… all the time. She’s barely home. I thought she was seeing someone, messin’ around, but she denied it. I don’t know if that’s true or not. Ever since she had that gastric bypass surgery, it’s been awful. We just… we just ain’t been getting along. We don’t see eye to eye anymore. It’s messing me up inside, Sahara. I love her so much.” His voice vibrated, breaking her heart.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Leonard, look, couples go through rough patches sometimes, okay? I have no idea why you would keep this bottled in like this. Have you spoken to anyone about your situation?”
He shook his head. “No. I haven’t told anybody… ’cept for you, just now.”
“You two have got to make time for each other. When people say, ‘Leonard and Teresa’ are here, to most, you two are ‘couple goals.’” She smiled as she put her fingers in quotes. He smiled for a quick spell, but then let it fade. “Look, Teresa and I get along well. Maybe when she gets back from Virginia she and I can have lunch or something and chit chat. It’ll take both of you to get this thing back on track.” She leaned in close and kissed her brother’s cheek. “Just do your part.”
“I know… maybe we should get marriage counseling or something.” He shrugged.
“Yes, maybe. There’s no shame in that. I know that if I loved someone and had been with them as long as you and Teresa have been together, I’d fight for my marriage tooth and nail, even if that meant bringing in a third party. It couldn’t hurt.”
He looked deep in thought for a while but then, he went back to eating his cake. How sad that her typically gregarious brother had become so quiet, so subdued. He wasn’t the emotional sort, so he’d kept so much bottled inside him for so long. Things he possibly wished to share, but feared being seen in a light he didn’t deem favorable. After eating a few more bites of her food, she realized she’d lost her appetite.
“I’m going to take this up to the kitchen and finish it tomorrow,” she stated quietly. Leonard nodded but kept his eye on the TV. She wasn’t upstairs for more than two minutes when she heard her brother yell.
“I’ll be a son of uh bitch! Ain’t this some shit! Saaaaahara!!!!”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled as she made her way slowly back down the steps.
“Leonard, what sports score are you upset about this week?!” She stood a few feet from him. The man looked like an enraged bull as he glared at her, gripping her phone in one hand. “What?” Her heart sank, and her imagination went wild.
“I! DON’T! BELIEVE! THIS! SHIT!!!” he yelled, storming past her, pacing back and forth like a panther on the prowl.
“What?!”
“So you fuckin’ Dr. Vangelis?!!!”
She swallowed.
“What… what would make you think that?”
He thrust the phone in her face, bringing it so close, she almost couldn’t make out the picture. Once she realized what it was, she swallowed again.
Oh shit.
“Yeah! You fuckin’ him! I know that face—it screams ‘guilty as charged.’ This mothafucka is sending my sister nude photos of his junk! Are you fuckin’ serious?!!!”
“Leonard, listen! We—”
“You sittin’ here tellin’ me how I can tell you anything, how I can talk to you and all of that shit, when you been fuckin’ this dude and keeping it behind my back the entire time! I introduced y’all two and now his ass is sendin’ my sister dick pics! He’s a goddamn snake! How long has this been going on?!”
“We’ve been seeing each other for a while now… several months.” She dropped her head, trying to find the right words to calm the situation down. “Leonard, you are overreacting, okay?” She slowly lifted her head again when she heard what sounded like him tossing his keys onto the floor. “I understand you being surprised, but he and I are fully capable of navigating this without your worry or concerns. I know you introduced us but—”
“If you thought it was okay, you would have told me, so save it! Call him!” He thrust her phone back in her face. “I wanna talk to him. Man to man. Get him on the line and don’t you interrupt, either.”
“Leonard, I’m not going to—”
“CALL HIM!” His eyes widened in rage. “I trusted this mothafucka to help my sister get ’er leg together, and instead of helping he does the unthinkable! Call him right now or so help me God I will be in my car and headin’ right to his crib, straight up! He ain’t nothin’ but a Google search away!”
She stared at her brother, took several breaths, and then clasped the phone. With trepidation, she dialed Vangelis.
“Hi, Van.”
“Hi, baby.”
Leonard rolled his eyes in disgust at the term of endearment she’d uttered.
“I, uh—”
“PUT ’IM ON SPEAKER PHONE! Don’t be tryin’ any of that slick shit… havin’ a little powwow ’nd shit before I get to him.”
She shook her head at the man, then put Vangelis on speakerphone.
“Vangelis… Leonard knows.” There was a short pause. “He’s over here right now and wants to speak to you. I have you on speaker.” Leonard snatched the phone back out of her hand and began his typical pacing about.
“Hey, mothafucka. I wanna thank you for messing up all the trust I had in you. I tell you my sister is going through hell, and this is what you do?!”
“Leonard, I understand that you are upset, but neither I nor Sahara planned this. It just happened. That’s the truth.”
“So you just fell inside of my sister?! She was standin’ there and you tripped and landed smack dab in her—”
“Leonard, don’t start your shit!” Sahara yelled.
“Maaaan! What kinda shit is this?! Talking about it wasn’t planned. You knew what the hell you were doing. You made a choice, and it was the wrong one! First thing tomorrow mornin’, I am reporting you to the board!”
“What board, Leonard?” Vangelis questioned calmly.
“The White board of doctors, chalk board, floor board! Shit, I don’t know but I’ll find the fuck out! Your license should be taken away! Out here fuckin’ the patients!”
“Leonard, yes, it is frowned upon for me to date a patient but if it’s any consolation, I no longer accepted your sister as a patient in my office once things turned romantic. That would have been inappropriate and I took the proper steps to ensure that I didn’t do anything to jeopardize either of us. I also let my staff know that she was removed as a patient and I referred her to someone else, though of course I still ensured that she was okay health wise and getting what she needed.”
“Oh… I bet you did.”
“Is this what we’re doing tonight, Leonard? Come on, man. She and I are both consenting adults and we—”
“I may not have a fancy college degree or been to medical school like the two of you, but I am far from stupid, Vangelis. I’m not calling you doctor anymore; you don’t deserve it. It’s against the code of morals, or ethics, whatever the hell it’s called, for doctors to date patients, period. Who do you think you are?!”
“You just called me Vangelis, which is in fact my birth name and stated that I was no longer worthy of the doctor title… You basically already told me who you think I am, so that question seems rhetorical unless I am mistaken?”
“Maaaan! I outta…You probably do this shit all the time! My issue with you isn’t your profession, that would be silly. I don’t care if my sister was dating another doctor—that would be reasonable considering she meets a lot of other doctors from all those functions she goes to and more. My issue is—”
“I’m White.” Leonard drew quiet for a spell. “That’s your issue with it, right, Leonard?” There was bite in Vangelis’ tone. “If I were a Black doctor, I guess it would be okay? Would that b
e better? I am good enough to provide care for you and your sister, but not good enough for her to date and fall in love with. Oh yes, I understand… I get it now.”
“You’re not in any position to be havin’ an attitude. But no, since you brought it up, I am not really happy when she dates White men. My sister is intelligent and a good ass person. She can find a brotha to bring her joy, but at the end of the damn day, I do want her to be happy… but this right here isn’t right! I could get over the guy she’s with being White, but I can’t get over that it’s you. You preyed on her vulnerability.”
“No, I didn’t, Leonard, and I’m not going to sit here and allow you to say that.”
“You honestly think I can still come to you after this? Knowin’ what you two have been up to?! You’ve crossed a line! You uh pervert, ain’t you? You get off on this sort of shit.”
“We’re dating, okay? Please stop trying to twist and turn it into something it’s not. Yes, we’re in a relationship, but your sister never wished to hurt you. She respects you and loves you. She talks about you all the time.”
“Is that supposed to somehow change this? I don’t give a shit if she told you my entire life story and writes poems about me and draws pretty pictures with crayons and markers of me, too! Yo’ ass is not supposed to be in the picture, point blank period!”
“That’s your opinion and now I am at the point in this conversation where I am becoming irritated, Leonard. I don’t know who you believe you are speaking with, but I’m not the type of man to take someone’s abuse, especially not about something such as this. Honestly, it’s none of your damn business and I am not going to go in circles with you. At this point, it is redundant and silly. You’re being emotional about the issue instead of rational, and I don’t do that sort of shit. We’re together – accept that.”
“I’m becoming irritated, Leonard! This is redundant and silly! We’re together – accept that!” her brother repeated in a mock tone, imitating Vangelis. “You can take your irritation and shove it right up your fuckin’ Greek ass! Tryna talk all slick over the phone like you got balls or some shit! I will fuck you up!”
