Diary of A. . . (8 page)

I was doubly impressed with Cassandra. This
confirmed that Nina had been truthful in this regard. I wasn’t
really mad at her for keeping this knowledge from me. I flipped to
the next page eager to know what else Cassandra had found out, but
there was nothing left. That was it.

Looking up at her, I knew I was frowning in
disappointment. “That’s it?” I asked. “I mean, I’m not complaining.
Matter of fact, I’m thanking you.”

“Don’t you get it?” Cassandra asked, looking
incredulously at me.

I looked back down at the folder, thinking
maybe I had missed something, but I didn’t see anything I had
overlooked.

Cassandra sighed with a smile. “There’s no
death certificate for E Heasley. Your sister could have been
telling the truth. Your father could still be alive.”

Entry Thirteen

There’s only so much shock a person can take
in a day, which is why I couldn’t even write this until the next
day.

I told Cassandra what my mother had exposed
to me on Sunday. I also let her know how I was in a quandary about
who to believe. After all, both my mother’s story and my sister’s
story seemed true in their own unique way.

Cassandra said she would continue to dig on
her own for more answers. From working at the securities company,
she knew a few tricks of the trade to get information from
different places and promised that this wouldn’t get in the way of
her “real work” that she was hired to do for me.

To keep myself from thinking too much to the
point of distraction, I really concentrated hard on my work.
Mackeroy sent me a couple of emails during this time period. We
IM’d back and forth about what we wanted to do to each other once
we saw one another tonight. He confirmed his flight and I made sure
I had the airline send me an update on my cell phone if the flight
would be late.

‘Are you healthy?’ he texted.

I knew this was a sex question. ‘Yes. Last
check up four months ago says I’m healthy. Clean, if that was what
you were asking,’ I typed back.

‘Me too. I wanna have you natural. Can
I?’

I waited a couple of minutes on purpose to
answer. ‘Yes.’

‘I can’t wait to see you, Sheryl.’

‘I can’t wait to see you, too, Mack. I miss
you.’ I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

I loved technology and made full use of it
whenever I could.

Since I was really putting my foot in my
work for the afternoon and no one interrupted me, I got a lot
accomplished. So much so, that I was able to pick up the Debner
file and look it over. There were side notes by Erin in the file. I
could tell it was taken from her unexpectedly because some of the
notes were personal.

I picked off some doodled post-it notes, but
I didn’t toss them. I kept them toward the front of the file, just
in case something on them were for notes further on in the file. On
some of the post-it notes that I thought didn’t relate to where
they were stuck, I saw the name, Sroban Group. I’d never heard of
that company as one of our clients. I briefly thought that maybe it
was a competing company or a possible new client that Erin had been
pursuing.

I called the research staff and asked if I
could get some information on Sroban Group. The clerk said she
could get that information to me by the time I came back from New
York, if there was anything to be found.

While I was waiting for the day to end, I
asked Cassandra if she could see how she could trick Lisa into
letting her into the executive file room. This way, she could look
up any information on the Sroban Group and anything more on the
Debner file. But I told my assistant to try not to tell Lisa what
she was really looking for.

Cassandra gave me a frustrated grimace and I
knew it was because she really didn’t like Lisa that much and tried
her best to get what she wanted without going to Erin’s assistant
for anything. I understood how she felt because it was a headache
to see the bitterness always in Lisa’s eyes and not know if she was
telling you something to help you or harm you.

After work, Cassandra rode with me (because
she said she didn’t have a car) to my place to help me straighten
up and wait for the food to arrive so that she could arrange it for
me, while I freshened up for Mackeroy.

On the way there, Cassandra asked, “Do you
think they’re prepping you to take over Erin’s job?”

I had been thinking the same thing, but
didn’t want to voice my concerns out loud to anyone. I did though
to Cassandra. “I think so. I’d been thinking along the same lines.
Why do you suspect that?”

“Because when I went to ask Lisa for
entrance into the executive file room, she practically bent over
backwards and gave me an extra key to it. She said by next week
your electronic badge should be able to access it.” Cassandra
twitched her lip. “Then she mumbled something about how some people
ought to keep their legs closed and then I swear she looked a
little happy. I’d never seen her look happy before.” She looked at
me as I was keeping my eyes on the road. “Would you like Erin’s
job?”

“Hell yeah! I’d be crazy not to.”

Cassandra smiled, liking my exuberant
response. I chuckled, too, because I did sound like a kid in a
candy store looking at the biggest treat.

“Then maybe you should pursue doing it.”

“Well, maybe I will,” I teased. “But I’m
young. Erin’s way older and I won’t sleep my way to the top to get
there.”

“But that’s what makes you different, Ms.
Banks. You could, but you don’t have to. You’ll get there on your
own smarts.”

I liked Cassandra and the way she thought I
was like God’s gift to Earl Howard’s company. Maybe I should get
her to make some calls to Earl. This thought made me chuckle.

Like I said before, I could do Erin’s job
and maybe the only reason I wasn’t sitting in her chair was because
I wouldn’t suck head. I wanted to show everyone that even though I
liked sex, I wouldn’t use it to get where I wanted to
professionally.

I thanked Cassandra before leaving for the
airport with a nice pair of jeans, heels and a light silk shirt
that if you looked hard enough one could see the matching color
lace bra.

Soon as I arrived, Mackeroy texted my phone
to say he was picking up his luggage and that I just needed to come
around to the door.

When we got his suitcase situated in the
trunk, he gave me the biggest ass bear hug and kissed me deeply. I
was breathless and I had missed him some. He was very handsome and
I loved that red hair of his.

Once we were in the car, he kissed me again
deeply almost pressing his tongue past my molars, trying to suckle
the air from my lungs. He really missed me.

A car honked its horn for us to move. We
abruptly broke the kiss, but his eyes said there was so much more
to come.

Mackeroy seemed really relaxed from his
trip. When we arrived at my place, he brought all his bags in
because he said he could order a car to come pick him up in the
morning. That was fine with me. I showed him the guest room where
Cassandra and I had made sure the bathroom had some fresh towels
and sundries.

While he freshened up, I made sure the food
was arranged. My assistant had even lit candles in the dining room
and fixed a low burning fire in the front room.

When Mackeroy joined me wearing a T-shirt
and khaki pants, he gathered me in my arms and thanked me tenderly.
Then he kissed me again, as if trying to memorize every inch of my
mouth.

I reluctantly forced him to get something to
eat and he told me a little bit about his trip. Mackeroy had been
on a quest to find his family for the past three years because he
was adopted. His mother had died on the birthing table in an
emergency room without anyone ever knowing who she was. She’d come
in a few days prior to having him, raving mad and incoherent.

A white family in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
adopted Mackeroy, raised him and gave him a good education. He was
even able to get a scholarship for college. After his adoptive
parents died three months ago, he decided to find out if his real
mother had family.

All the while Mackeroy was conducting this
search, he had been working as usual. Business trips such as this
afforded him the opportunity to find information out. He recently
found out that his mother had entered the hospital with a bus
ticket in her pocket from Chicago with what Mackeroy believed was
her last name.

“I think I may have stumbled upon something
really big, but I want to get more information, before I get
excited about it,” he said, after telling me about his latest
discovery.

I understood that.

Mackeroy ate like Paul Bunyan and when he
was done, I was kind of glad that I wasn’t that hungry and that I
wouldn’t have that much leftovers, which I never liked to eat
anyway.

“Come here,” he ordered me.

I was excited by his commanding tone and
walked over to him. After pulling up my shirt, he kissed my belly.
Then he began to unbutton my shirt and open my pants.

My skin tingled all over as I thought I was
going to get double head for the day, but Mackeroy teased me by
kissing me every where in that area except between my legs. I was
wet, excited, and horny, so all he had to do was open his pants for
us to get the show on the road. When he did, I straddled his shaft,
loving the thickness and the length as he embedded himself deep
within my snatch. I trembled each time I had to draw up and come
back down. It felt so good, so sinfully delicious and I screamed as
I came in minutes.

Mackeroy spread his legs and cupped my ass.
He rocked forward, pulsing deeper in me. In my ear, he growled, “My
pussy?!”

I was in heaven and would have agreed to
sell my soul right about then as I felt him swell up thicker inside
of me. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he ordered, rocking harder.

“Yours! Yours! Yours, Mack! Just
dooooonnnnn’t sttoooopppp!” I could feel another orgasm coming on
so strong I thought my spine was going to pop out my back from my
muscles tightening so hard to hold on to his rocking body.

It was awesome. I don’t know, but I think
even my neighbors heard that one. I wouldn’t be surprised if they
called the police because they thought Mack was trying to kill
me.

Entry Fourteen

I got Mack to give me some more right before
I walked out the door the next morning. I told him to take his time
getting out the house and to just lock the doors before he left. I
didn’t even wash up before I hurriedly drove to work and went
straight into Peter’s office.

When I came in, he was standing in the
middle of his office about to go into his private bathroom to wash
up and change for work. He was wearing sweat pants and a sweat
filled T-shirt.

Peter was always early because he used the
gym in the morning to work out. When I came in, he stiffened up as
I locked the door behind me. I went over to his chair behind his
desk, took off my panties and spread my legs wide.

Peter looked stricken and shocked.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling wickedly.
“I’m waiting.”

I could see the protest in his eyes as he
came around the desk. This was so evil of me even I was calling
myself a horrible bitch. Yet there wasn’t enough shame or niceness
in me to make me change my mind. Peter was still on my shit list
and I woke up this morning with a mission to make him really hate
me.

He looked down between my legs and then back
up at me. His lips trembled, but I couldn’t be sure if it was in
disgust or not. Slowly he got to his knees – like a good boy – and
leaned his head in. I gripped his hair securely, knowing he could
smell another man’s scent on me. When he realized this and tried to
move away, I held his hair tighter.

“Eat it!” I ordered firmly.

Tears welled in his light gray eyes and his
lips trembled harder as he lowered his face in shame and began to
eat me out. He was eating another man’s cum.

I smiled powerfully as Peter laved my pussy
noisily, sucking and swallowing the love juices of both mine and
Mack’s. I fought coming because I wanted Peter to munch for a very
long time.

***

After I returned from my morning
appointments, there was a note from Cassandra, who was at lunch.
The note said that a Mr. Patrick was returning my phone call. When
I called the number again, I got the same bland voicemail, but this
time I left my cell phone number and asked if he could please tell
me what he wanted in the voicemail in case we missed each other
again. This way, I could address his concern as soon as possible
because I was set to leave for New York tomorrow.

Mackeroy called me after lunch to thank me
for a wonderful night and to tell me that he wanted to see me
before I went out of town. But our schedules were too conflicting,
so it would be close to impossible for us to do so. Mack had
meetings in town and in Windsor, Canada, while I was seeing
everyone I needed to see and getting rid of important work before I
left.

I told him that as soon as I got back in
town, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.

“Good, because I think I want a taste of
you.”

Knowing Mack’s big red head might go between
my thighs – ‘cause he’d yet to eat me out - gave me a tingle all
over. I could barely concentrate, but I knew I couldn’t get his
dick before I left because his schedule was packed.

Plus, I had to prepare for my trip to New
York and Mr. Kaffey’s information was perfect for my presentation.
I was able to get that appointment with him Tuesday, which I
couldn’t break to save my life no matter how horny I was.

I knew Peter’s lips were sore from the long
demanding session from this morning, so when I got home and
finished up some more paperwork, I looked through my things for
Rahem’s number.