Married on Mondays (22 page)

“You’re fucking fantastic. Your pussy is the best baby. I can get you out of anything. No worries.” Winton inhaled through
his mouth, then exhaled. “I’m cumming for you, Nova.”

The pulsation of his dick felt incredible. His entire body tingled as his cum squirted inside her. If Foxy had sucked him
off and swallowed his cum this morning instead of bringing her pussy home full of some other nig… He couldn’t say the word
even in his mind, he wouldn’t have had to fuck Nova. It was his wife’s fault for not fulfilling her duties by satisfying him.
He had the right to fuck Nova and wished Foxy could see them in action.

Nova stood, gapped her legs. His cum drizzled down her thigh. She looked a mess. She wasn’t the same woman on the covers of
sports magazines. She wasn’t the supermodel he’d dreamed and fantasized about. Nova was just another woman with more issues
than he cared to address, including her case. But he wasn’t stupid enough to share his opinion of her with her.

Between heavy breaths, he gasped, “You are so beautiful. Thanks. Let me get you some paper towels for that. Don’t move.”

Knock. Knock.
Aw damn. What other person wanted him?

Hoping they’d go away, Winton ignored the knock, handed Nova the paper towels. “Hurry up,” he told her.

She held up her skirt, pointed at the front. “Look what you’ve done.” Their cum had created a huge wet stain on her mint green
skirt. She held up the back. There was a larger stain.

Knock. Knock.

Fuck. Think, Winton, think.

Nova picked up her purse, unlocked, then opened the door before he’d finished buckling his pants. “I’m going home to bathe.
I’ll be back in two hours.”

Foxy’s eyes roamed from Nova’s smeared red lipstick down to the stain on Nova’s skirt.

Nova looked down at Foxy and said, “Excuse me.”

Foxy watched Nova walk away. She pointed at Nova’s ass. “I see you took me up on the offer to let her suck your dick, but
with a wet ass like that you took it all the way.”

He wanted to say, “Fuck you, Foxy,” to get back at her. Let her see how it felt to have him dismiss her. But he didn’t. “Foxy,
wait. It’s not what—” Why should he give a damn what his wife thought? Wasn’t like she cared about him.

“Find yourself someplace else to live, Winton. You can have your assistant fill out our divorce papers,” Foxy cried. “I can’t
do this anymore.”

Winton pulled his wife inside his office, closed the door. “So your coming home with a wet ass doesn’t mean anything to you?
Can’t you see this is all your fault. You were the one who told me to let her suck my dick. Remember?”

Foxy sniffed the air around him, stared up at him, patted his chest. “I said let Isis suck your dick, but what difference
does it make who it is, as long as it’s not me. You’re right, baby. I did say that. Good job.” She opened the door. “I came
to tell you I was ready for us to have a baby, but I wouldn’t birth a child into this madness to save your life. Enjoy the
rest of your day.”

His wife calmly walked away. “Foxy! Come here, baby. I apologize.”

Foxy jiggled her booty out the door. Naomi caught the door before it closed.

“We need to talk,” Naomi told him, inviting herself into his office. “As soon as Acer gets in. He’s parking right now. Meet
us in the conference room in ten minutes. No, on second thought, we’ll come to your office.” She sniffed. “It stinks in here.
Back to plan A, meet us in the conference room.”

T
his was not how Winton anticipated his Monday starting. He’d had the best pussy a man could get, and less than five minutes
after ejaculating, his high was low… Aw, damn. He got a whiff of what Foxy and Naomi had smelled. Winton exhaled, closed,
then locked his door before Acer came by.

Winton opened the windows, sprayed deodorizer, snatched paper from the printer, and began fanning the air. Why did he have
to ask Nova to come into his office? Since he wasn’t having dinner with his wife, dinner with Nova would’ve worked in his
favor. He needed to call Nova and apologize. Needed to call his wife and explain. Or vice versa. He frowned. Looked around.
Had his wife said she was ready to have his baby?

Okay, Winton. Handle this situation like you’re preparing for trial.

Knock. Knock.
Winton tossed the printer paper in the trash on top of the soiled paper towels, then unlocked the door. “Plan C,” he said.
“I thought we were meeting in the conference room.”

Acer entered his office first followed by Naomi.

“What’s up?” Winton asked, sitting behind his desk with his hands clamped over his dick.

Naomi sniffed twice. “Good job. You clean up quick. Based on what I’m getting ready to say that could work to your advantage.
You’ve created a messy situation that’s potentially damaging to the outstanding reputation that Brown, Cooper, and Dawson
has earned.”

Acer frowned.

His name came first. His reputation carried the firm. They were just two more attorneys trying to make it big before he partnered
with them. Since he’d let them in his circle, he had to be honest with them. Winton explained, “It won’t happen again. I’m
having some marital problems. I admit fucking Nova in my office was a mis—”

“Nova? In your office?” Naomi interrupted. “I thought you and your wife… never mind. I’m here because I saw you fucking Nova
in our courtroom. Exactly how many times have you fucked Nova Scotia?”

Winton’s eyes met with Acer’s. Acer’s left jaw flinched repeatedly.

Acer spoke for the first time. “You know I stay out of your business, but I don’t understand men like you. You have a great
wife and you treat her like shit. You single-handedly took a beautiful, intelligent, vibrant woman to the altar, then nailed
her to your sacrilegious cross. I don’t know why she tolerates you, and I don’t blame her for having another man. What in
the hell is wrong with you? You’re the smartest attorney in the country but have the dumbest dick in the world.”

Winton’s lips tightened. He stared out the window. There was no correct answer outside of beating Acer’s ass. Fighting was
for animals less intelligent than humans.

Acer continued, “If this tarnishes our reputation, we’re removing you from the partnership.”

Naomi commented, “We may remove you anyway. This isn’t your first affair. But it is the first one that might bite all of us
in our asses.”

“More like remove yourselves,” Winton lamented.

“Power play any way you’d like, but the end results would be the same,” Acer said.

Winton was more concerned with Acer’s comments about Foxy. Acer was unquestionably committed to DéJà. All this time Winton
thought he was the man, and it took another man to turn on his light.

Was Foxy tolerating him?

G
olden touch

Power of the hands

A simple touch

Could heal so much

A broken heart

Sad friend

Failing marriage

A loving touch

Can mend

So you can

Start

Again

His wife’s orgasm was worth every penny the man paid.

Victoria laughed wishing more couples would invest time in learning what pleased their mates. She entered the pastry shop,
smiled, then called out, “Foxy, see I’m back with two minutes to spare. It’s not even noon yet.”

DéJà entered from the kitchen. “Foxy isn’t here.”

“Then who’s watching the register and helping the customers?” Victoria asked.

“Y’all want to be in charge. You are,” DéJà said. “Offer your customers fresh coffee and take over everything until Foxy gets
back.” DéJà shouted from the kitchen, “I’m going to meet my husband, then I’m going to call my father. I’ll be back when I
get back. Do not call me for anything.”

Victoria shouted back, “He’s my father too.”
What is up with DéJà,
Victoria thought, picking up the pot of caffeinated coffee. DéJà never left work to meet Acer. Was she having an affair?
“Why are you going to see Acer? You never go to his office.”

DéJà stood in the doorway behind the register. “I’m not going to his office,” DéJà said. “I’m meeting him at home for a late
lunch. We’re working on having a baby.”

The customers stared at DéJà.

Victoria followed DéJà into the kitchen. “No, you are not. You are wrong for this. You didn’t want a baby until Foxy said
she wanted to get pregnant. You will not have a baby before Foxy.”

“Your customers are waiting,” DéJà said.

Foxy was going to blow when she heard what DéJà was up to. This time Victoria was not getting involved. “More coffee?”

“Finally,” the man said.

Victoria picked up his cup. Glancing out the window, she smiled, picturing the thin man’s new attitude about his wife. Her
smile vanished. A quiet storm brewed in her stomach. Victoria’s eyes widened. Her jaw dropped as Rain parked his SUV in the
parking space next to her car.

“Foxy, come here. I mean, DéJà, come here!” Victoria shouted.

The coffee pot and cup slipped from her hand. Victoria jumped backward. The glass pot crashed on the cream-colored marble
floor. “Shit!” Hot coffee splashed on her shin. “Ow! I’m so sorry,” she said to her customer. “Are you okay?”

The man pushed away from the table, escaping the splash, got up, then walked out the door. DéJà flung open the kitchen door,
stood in the doorway. Victoria ran toward the kitchen as Rain entered the shop.

DéJà blocked Victoria’s entrance into the kitchen. “Naw, you’ve got it under control. Go talk to him.”

Victoria’s eyes watered. “Please, sis.”

DéJà told Victoria, “Just what I thought.” Then she said, “Rain, stop right there. I need to clean up Victoria’s mess.”

“Not you again,” Foxy said to Rain as she entered the shop. “This is harassment, Rain. You need to leave and not come back.”
Foxy took over sweeping up the broken glass. Victoria stood behind the register.

Victoria watched her sisters. Why did she have to be the sensitive sister? Why couldn’t she be in control like DéJà? Rain
didn’t intimidate DéJà. DéJà began taking pictures of Rain.

“Take all the damn pictures you want,” he said, flashing an evil grin. “Victoria, come here.”

DéJà said, “Victoria, get in the kitchen.”

“I’ll go back there with her,” Foxy said. Then she snapped at Rain, “Join FaceBook. Request some friends, and stop coming
here with your foolishness.”

Victoria closed the door, sat on a stool in the kitchen. Holding her knee to avoid touching her shin, Victoria cried, “My
leg feels like it’s on fire. Get me something cold. Quick.” She fanned her leg as tiny blisters emerged on her shin. “Damn,
that bastard made me mess up my leg.”

Foxy got a bowl, filled it with water and ice cubes. She soaked gauze in the freezing water, placed the bowl under her sister’s
leg, then squeezed cold water over Victoria’s burn. “You made peace with this yesterday. Let it go. You don’t even care why
he’s here. His problem is not yours.”

Yes, she did care, but she was tired of dealing with him.

DéJà entered the kitchen. “Move the gauze, let me see.” DéJà moved closer to Victoria’s leg, looked at the burn. “That bastard
is nuts. Your burn probably feels worse than it looks. It’s not that bad. Foxy keep putting cold water on her leg, she’ll
be fine.”

“Please, DéJà,” Victoria cried. “Get rid of him.”

“Oh, now you want DéJà to take control. Whatever. You two are confused.”

“How’d I get in the middle of this?” Foxy asked.

DéJà stared at Foxy’s stomach, then at Victoria. “Like I said, whatever. He’s gone, and like it or not, I’m going to make
sure he stays gone. And Foxy, so you don’t have to hear this from Victoria, I am going home to make love to my husband so
I can have a baby before you.”