Diary of A. . . (20 page)

“That’s how my name got on those papers,”
Theo continued.

“Because she didn’t love you anymore?”

“Because I thought that would change things
– or at least she made me believe that it would. I was studying for
my Masters in Business Administration at the time and so she asked
if I could assist in helping her do the paperwork. She insisted on
my name being on all the paperwork. She said it would be so cute
for me to be president of her company and her to be president of
mine. I was so in love, I agreed and set up the paperwork. But that
was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

“Bigger than marrying her?”

“Yeah.”

I suddenly had to know who this mystery
woman was, despite my need to get away from him. I asked, “What’s
her name? What’s your wife’s name?”

Entry Thirty-Three

Theo looked skeptical at me for a moment
before his expression became wanton. I knew he wanted me, but was
trying to hide it.

Shaking his head as if something wasn’t
right, he said, “I can’t tell you.”

I felt he was playing games with me. In the
back of my mind, I had a feeling his wife worked at the same
company I did and he just didn’t want me to point the bitch out and
beat her ass for trying to steal Earl’s clients.

Yeah, so what I’d fuck a bitch up for the
backstabbing shit over an employer. But hell! This was my fucking
livelihood at stake here. I wasn’t ‘bout to let someone take that
from me through client stealing and dirty shit.

Plus, what if she decided to turn her
attention on me? I was already on Erin’s shit list. I didn’t need
to be on anybody else’s. If this backstabber decided to do some
shit to me to fuck my job joy up or get me fired, then I’d have to
kill the bitch. So it was better if I found out who she was, fuck
her up early in the game before my shit got messed up.

Feel me?

“So you aren’t going to tell me?” I asked as
if I were insulted.

“Can’t,” he said simply, as if that was all
there was to say about that.

Pissed as hell, I looked away from him as if
I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He took this as another pout
and turned away.

I snatched the keys off the table, jumped
out my shoes and ran barefoot to the truck. I could feel his big
body behind me. Finding the electronic keypad, I pressed the unlock
button, hoping I could jump in before he caught up to me…

Nothing happened. I pressed it again, but by
then I was at the vehicle. Still nothing! Dammit!

He came behind me and snatched the keys
away. “That was some stupid shit, Sheryl! Those are the wrong damn
keys.”

Turning around, with all the strength and
anger in me, I slapped him. “I hate you! I want to go home!”

His face didn’t nudge or move from my blow.
He didn’t even look like the slap had happened until after a few
seconds he rubbed his face. “That’s going to cost you,” he
warned.

I slapped him again. “I could give a fuck!
Take me home.”

“No!” he said firmly. It was a firm,
concrete, solid no that warned me not to make that demand
again.

Suddenly I felt I was in the presence of
Lethal Heart again.

“Get in the house and wash your feet,” Theo
ordered.

I looked down at my dirt covered feet and
wanted to sob at the fact that I had unsuccessfully escaped and, in
turn, ruined a good pair of $100 silk stockings. Even though I
didn’t want to, I walked into the house and found the bathroom down
the long hallway.

Theo followed me in and closed the door
behind him.

I slammed the bathroom door and paced the
floor. When I hated looking down at my feet, I washed them,
freshened up and came out the bathroom.

The dining table was set, all the curtains
were drawn and candlelight bathed the room in a romantic glow. The
food smelled delicious and I was hungry as hell!

“I’m not hungry,” I said. This was a big lie
and my body quickly told on me by letting out this loud horrible
growl. I grabbed my waist as if that would stop it, but the noise
became bigger. I was embarrassed to death.

“I think your stomach says something else.”
Theo smirked, standing near the table and handing me a pair of
house shoes. “I put your other shoes by the door. Did you want to
change into the clothes before dinner?”

I didn’t want to do anything but eat. “I
don’t want those clothes.” Looking at the table full of food, I
decided to be even more difficult. “I don’t want chicken, either.
Can’t you make something else?”

Tightly, he said, “Sit!”

That tone of voice broached no refusal. I
sunk into the chair near him in a full pout.

“You know you’re acting very childish,” he
said, not amused at all.

Taken aback, I said, “And you’re acting like
a kidnapper. You do know that kidnapping is a federal offense.”

“You can’t charge me with shit, if you enjoy
yourself,” Theo protested with flaring nostrils. He was really mad
at me now, but I was pissed, too.

I quickly refuted this. “I am not enjoying
myself.”

“The night isn’t over yet.”

“Why can’t you just take me home, Theo?”

“Because I’m new at this shit, Sheryl, and I
don’t know any other way to get your ass to understand that I want
you for more than just a pussy call.”

I was now very taken aback by his words.
Damn! Negro had no eloquence, but his honesty sure had a sistah’s
panties wet.

When I didn’t answer, I believe he took my
silence for obstinacy.

“I know you probably got a good man who can
buy all that expensive shit you got on and my check probably
couldn’t come to even half that shit, but I’m a hardworking Negro.
I’ve been one all my life. Now I may be able to do the hair and
nails thing, take you out to an expensive restaurant every now and
then and even book a trip to a place around the U.S. once a year,
but other than that we’ll just have to see. Bottom line is, I may
not have a lot of money right now, but I got wicked love for you,
Sheryl and I just want the chance to try to get to your heart.”

No man had ever been so damn frank with me.
I looked away from Theo and down at my food. Deep down inside I
loved every word he’d said, but on the surface I was scared.

Maybe I’ve always been like that. Maybe
that’s why I purposely diverted myself from ever getting to this
point with a man before. Plus, even though Mackeroy had said
similar things to me I didn’t feel like this.

Theo sat back and didn’t touch his food
while I pretended like he wasn’t there. It was hard, because he had
this overwhelming presence. I knew I had to be honest with myself
and admit that Theo just did something to me. Something that no
other man had done.

“How do I know your wife won’t try to hurt
my career once she knows that I’m ‘giving you a chance’?” I
questioned suddenly in the silence, without giving him eye
contact.

“My wife is not your problem. She’s my
problem and whom I choose to date is my business. Besides, my
divorce will be final in three weeks, so she won’t be my wife for
much longer anyway.”

My heart skipped a beat. I liked his
forceful nature. I liked the way he took charge. I liked how I
could feel so safe with him. I liked knowing that Theo wanted me
and wanted me to only belong to him.

Damn, I liked Theo a lot!

He stood up and moved over to me.

I still didn’t look at him because I was
scared. I took a sip of the wine on the table to hide my
nervousness.

Leaning down, he whispered, “I really could
give a fuck who you think you have in your life, Sheryl.”

I closed my eyes because the timber in his
voice was making trembles in my body.

He continued to sensually whisper, “Because
tonight, I’m going to make love to you until you only want my name
on your lips and only want my lips on your body.”

I couldn’t help myself. I think I almost
orgasmed right there at the table. Slowly, I turned to look into
his smoldering brown eyes. That’s when I knew I could not refuse,
fight or lie to myself anymore.

I wanted it.

I wanted Theo to do just what he
promised.

Entry Thirty-Four

I knew it was me that leaned over and kissed
him. As right as it all felt, I knew it was wrong. In the back of
my mind, I was telling myself it was wrong.

I had promised myself to Mackeroy, remember?
Dammit, Mackeroy was everything any woman could want. Yet here I
was acting like a fool by enjoying myself with Theo.

I knew I had to get control of myself.
Sexual pleasure was going to be my own demise if I didn’t. Theo was
like the devil in disguise because he knew my weak spots and was
taking full advantage of them.

Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from
his. By this time, he had dropped down to his knees and had somehow
literally turned the chair around. I was almost out of the chair
with my legs opened and resting on his hips, while his arms were
around my waist.

My blouse was partially open, revealing my
black lace Victoria Secret bra. How the hell had that happened so
damn fast? But then I remembered Theo had that Copperfield touch
that made clothes magically open without even touching them.

“You aren’t going to say anything about him,
are you?” he asked annoyed.

Dammit! I had to have said something out
loud, because I refuse to believe that Theo could read my mind so
well – EVERY DAMN TIME!

“Am I supposed to?” I asked
matter-of-factly.

“Who the hell cares at this point, Sheryl? I
want you and you want me.” He wasn’t guessing or trying to assess
if I was. “Why can’t you just accept that you do?”

“I don’t want you!” I lied, but dammit, even
I could smell my heat.

He smirked wickedly and leaned to kiss my
cheek. I pretended to be unaffected. Theo’s lips pressed against my
neck, and nibbled right behind my ear. I could feel his tongue
flicker my earlobe and then the tip of his tongue moved down until
he traced over my collarbone ending on the other side of my
neck.

My breath quickened in my throat and I could
feel my chest tighten. I forced my hands to stay rested on his
chest. I could feel his heartbeat right under my palm increasing,
just as mine was.

“You can’t force me,” I barely whispered,
still fighting the passion that was overwhelming me.

“I don’t have to. I can smell you getting
excited, Sheryl.”

I hated that he knew my body. I hated my
body for being so affected by him and I was ashamed that I couldn’t
stop myself.

Theo’s kisses became more ardent on my neck.
He went lower, where my shirt was now fully open and my breasts
exposed; an open playground for his tongue and teeth to play
upon.

I was no longer relaxed as I relished
feeling and seeing his mouth envelope each nipple, giving them TLC
beyond belief.

Soon I didn’t care anymore and when his
mouth returned to mine, I could care less about anything else
accept to answer my body’s need for Theo. Our clothes were soon
gone.

Theo scooped me up, not breaking the kiss or
his stride down the hall to the back bedroom. When he laid me upon
the bed, he stood up to remove the final piece of clothing keeping
us from going all the way. Soon as his boxers left his body, I
hungrily attacked that thick shaft with my mouth in one fell
swoop.

He gasped. I even heard him mutter, “damn”
through clenched teeth as his tip slid down my throat. I tried my
best to take all of him, but he was so damn thick and getting
thicker by the minute that I was whimpering, yet loving every sweet
inch of him on my tongue. I pulled back and quickly tried again,
repeating this action, loving how his flesh filled my mouth.

I worked my tongue side to side and in a
circular motion, knowing the sensation was driving him crazy. He
whispered my name in a plea of pleasure.

“Fuck!” Theo growled and wrenched his dick
from my mouth. Within seconds he had forced me down on the bed.

I was past wanting him and I was wetter than
the Great Lakes. Once I was lying on my back again, his aim was
perfect as he plunged hard into my soaking womanhood.

Tears ran down my cheeks, savoring the
tumultuous ecstasy of just knowing Theo was pulsing deeper and
deeper inside of me. Soon, my hips rocked with his. I took him
fully, screaming his name, digging my nails in his shoulders and
loving this man from the top of his head to the tips of his
toes.

Theo wasn’t fucking me; he was making love
to me by tender kisses, loving touches, and the intensity in his
eyes. He wiped the tears off my cheeks, just as my body climaxed in
an intensified tremble.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

And as my body came for a third time, Theo
smiled and kept eye contact with me. “I’m coming,” he said.

“I want it,” I whimpered, holding him
tightly, never breaking eye contact.

Our mutual culmination rocked the bed
continuously and I knew we probably put a hole in the wall. As we
were coming down from our high, I uncontrollably screamed, “Gawd, I
love you!”

Wait a minute.

Did that just come out of my mouth? Did I
just tell this man I loved him? How could Theo affect me so? How
could he touch me so powerfully? How could I know - just know that
I loved him?

Theo whispered in my ear, “I know, Sheryl. I
love you, too.”

Entry Thirty-Five

I know I fell asleep, but I wasn’t sure when
I had done so. Upon waking to chirping birds outside of the window,
I realized it was morning. Getting out of bed, I groaned, feeling
like I had been over exerting myself in more ways than one. I
thought I had been gang banged.

Theo had been insatiable last night and even
though I knew I would be sore in the morning, I hadn’t cared at the
time. Hell, even my damn jaw hurt from going down on him again for
over an hour, just enjoying the taste of him in my mouth. I liked
the sense of power I received just knowing I was giving him
pleasure. I loved how Theo called my name begging for mercy, but at
the same time pleading for me not to stop.