Savory Deceits (30 page)

“It’s a lot more complicated than that sweetie. I will tell you all about it later. I promise. He is very good to me, so you don’t have to worry honey.” She said. I have heard that one before.

“Well mom, it sounds like this guy makes you happy. So what’s up?” I said. If she were so happy, she would not have been calling me at three in the morning. “Is he there with you now?” I asked.

“No, honey he’s working.” She said. Instantly, all types of alarms went off in my head.

“What kind of job, keeps a man away from his woman, at three in the morning?” I questioned, shaking my head. I knew my mother had a tendency to be a little naïve, when it came to men, but never stupid. I have not even met this man, and I already smelled a rat.

“He’s a top executive, and work long hours, even late ones. So he doesn’t get to come home as much as he’d like to.” Her explanation sounded more like an excuse for him. That was her M.O., and she was already in too deep. No wonder she had not mentioned him until now. She knew that I would not approve. Then it dawned on me.

“Wait a minute. What do you mean he doesn’t get to come home? Is he living with you, mom?” I could not believe this. Now, it all started to make sense.

“I’m living with him.” She replied.

“So you moved out of your place, and into his?” I asked her. I shook my head again, trying to focus on the street signs ahead of me.

“Yes. Look sweetie, I haven’t been completely honest with you about him,” she began.

“Gee, you think?” I rolled my eyes. I was pissed.

“I told you honey, it’s a long story and…” my mother started to say again.

“And you’ll tell me later.” I said, finishing her sentence. Searching for the damn jail annoyed the hell out of me, and learning that my mother had been shacking up with some dude, for God knows how long, irritated me even more. “Look mom, can we finish this conversation another time? I’m driving, and I don’t want to be distracted.” I said, making the right turn my navigation screen indicated.

“Driving? At this time of night? Where on earth could you be going at three in the morning sweetie?” She asked me. I rolled my eyes at the irony.

“Nowhere mom, it’s nothing.” I said.

“Honey, is everything okay? Why are you out this late? Are you going to see that Tony fellow you mentioned earlier?” She pried.

“It’s a long story mom, and I’ll tell you all about it some other time. I promise.” I replied purposely.

“C’mon honey, what’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me?” She asked, trying to guilt-trip me.

“The same reason you never talked to me about your new live-in boyfriend.” I retorted.

“That’s not fair.” She said, and I had had it.

“Okay, mom, I have to go. Talk to you soon. Love you!”

I ended the call. I was not trying to hurt her feelings, but I hated when she kept things from me. This explains why she has been so apprehensive about moving down here with me. I shook my head again. I cannot believe she had been seeing someone long enough to be living with him, without my knowledge. Now, I definitely had to pay a much-needed visit to her soon. I had to find out whom this mystery man was, and if he was treating my mother right. From the sound of it, I already did not trust him. My mother had always been a bad judge of character, when it came to men, and I am sure this man was no different. All they had to do was make her feel beautiful, and the rest was history. Factually, my mom was already beautiful, and could have any man she wanted, but she did not believe in herself. I, on the other hand, knew how to use my beauty to my advantage. Although I learned a lot from my mother, that right there, I had to learn all on my own. After a while, I finally pulled my car into the parking lot of the jailhouse. Whoever this man was, he better had been treating my mother right, or he would have hell to pay.

31

~STARR~

I crept into my apartment, and quietly made my way towards my bedroom, careful not to wake Naima. Once inside my domain, I closed the door behind me, and dropped my purse on the floor. Next, I plopped on the bed, exhausted. After kicking off my heels, I looked at the clock. It was 4:20AM, and I knew the sun would be up soon. Sluggishly, I got off the bed, and dragged myself into my master bathroom. I slipped out of my leopard print dress, and tossed it into the clothes hamper. The look on Eric’s face, when he saw me in it, made me smile. When I bent down to unhook the garter belt from my stockings, I smiled again, thinking of the sensual way he had kissed each thigh. He was no doubt an amazing lover, and just the thought of him got me all hot and bothered. I hated that our evening cut short, due to his wife’s phone call. I had planned to spend the entire night with him in his office, but something about his wife, and her existence, always killed the mood for me. I did not know why it bothered me so much, but it did. I figured it was because a part of me liked to think of Eric as mine, and only mine, so when his wife would call; it usually extirpated that fantasy for me. Nonetheless, my body still tingled at the wake of his touch. I hoped he would call me later, as he said he would, because I already missed him. Lately, I found myself fantasizing about us having a real relationship, openly to the public. Although I knew that would never happen, a part of me still hoped for it to. After removing the last pieces of my clothing, I stepped into the tub. Reaching up to my shower rack, I grabbed the orange bottle, and squeezed a large amount of Caress’ mango scented body wash gel into my palm. Replacing the bottle, I slowly ran my hands over my body, pretending they were Eric’s hands. Then, I closed my eyes, when I found the moistness between my legs, and began massaging my fleshy jewel with my middle finger. As the water sprinkled over me, I reached up, removed the showerhead from its hook, and placed it between my legs. I switched the setting of the jets from gentle massage to pulsating, and instantly, all my senses came alive. With my free hand, I rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples, as the vibrations of the water jets stimulated my tantalizing pearl with delight. I rested my foot at the edge of the tub, and quickened my self-inflicted strokes. Then, I started gasping when I felt myself reaching orgasm. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from screaming, when I came hard on the showerhead. When I gathered myself, I replaced the showerhead back on its hook, and finished showering.

~ERIC~

I entered my large, two-story house exhausted. It was just after five o’clock in the morning, and I knew my wife would still be asleep. Instead of going upstairs to our bedroom, I made my way to the study. There, I closed the glass double doors behind me, and took a seat at my desk. I loosened my tie, took off my shoes, and started to reminisce about the last few hours. Starr, you are simply amazing, I thought to myself, and then smiled. I kicked my legs up on the desk, and felt my cock begin to rise, at the thought of her. Then I licked my lips, recollecting how good she tasted. Unzipping my pants, I slowly began to massage my dick to full erection. I could not stop thinking about Starr. I wanted her. I cursed my wife for calling me at the office so late. Whenever she would call, Starr’s mood would suddenly change, and then she would always find an excuse to leave. I made a mental note to leave the phone off the hook next time. Now, I dreaded going upstairs to my wife, because I much rather be lying next to Starr instead. I craved her sensuality, and the way her touch could easily make me submit, to whatever she wanted. I glanced at my cell, and thought about calling her. No, she is probably asleep right now.

“Eric?” I heard my wife call out to me. I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants, swiftly zipped them up, and stood up just in time for my wife to walk into the room. “What are you doing in here?” She asked sleepy eyed. I went over to her, and stopped her from coming any further.

“Oh nothing, I’m just finishing up some last minute paperwork.” I said when she yawned.

“Can’t it wait? Come to bed.” She complained.

“In a minute hon,” I said. Then I kissed her on the forehead, and turned her towards the door. When she did not budge, I frowned. “What is it?” I asked her.

“My daughter won’t be coming for Thanksgiving. She had other plans, so it’s just me and you today.” She said, smiling at me. I gave her a weak smile.

“Okay, more food for us then.” I joked, and went back to my desk. “I’m going to finish up these last few documents, and then I’ll be up as soon as I can, dear.” I said, taking my seat. She gave me a half smile, and then left the room. Then, I sat back in my chair and sighed. Now, it was going to be even harder to tear myself away from her later, so I could see Starr. I was looking forward to finally meeting my stepdaughter, so she could serve as a distraction to my wife, making it possible for me to slip out unnoticed. I rubbed my temple, thinking of the many things I could say, in order to leave later, but nothing logical came to mind. It was Thanksgiving, and everyone either was off, or went home to be with their families. Either way, I would figure something out, because I needed to see my Starr again.

~NAIMA~

I poured myself a cup of tea, made my way to Starr’s bedroom, and lightly knocked on the door. When I did not get an answer, I turned the knob, and pushed the door open. Starr was sprawled across the bed, tangled up, in her sheets. I smiled when I heard the faint snores deriving from her body. Slowly, I tiptoed towards the window, and snapped up the shades, bringing light into the room.

“Ugh,” she groaned, grabbing the pillow from under her head, and then placing it on her face. When she turned away from the rays of sunlight shining into the room, I giggled.

“Long night?” I asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. I sipped my tea, and waited for her to answer. When I heard more snores from her, I nudged her leg.

“Whaaaat?” She whined through the pillow, with her back still turned.

“Do you know what time it is?” I asked her.

“No, and I don’t care.” She replied through the pillow. I set my cup on the nightstand, and then yanked the pillow away from her face. “C’mon!” She whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

“It’s almost two o’clock Starr. What time did you get in last night? Or shall I say this morning.” I asked her.

“I don’t know, go away.” She responded under the blanket. I laughed again, and shook my head.

“Hey, nobody told you to go out whoring all night. Must have been fun.” I said, slightly envious. When she did not respond, I tugged at the blanket. “C’mon girl, tell me what happened.” I persisted. Starr threw the blanket off her head, and sat up angrily.

“Look bitch, I’m really tired. I’ll tell you all about it later, okay?” She said to me. Her eyes were half shut, and I laughed shaking my head again. “What?” She asked, opening her eyes.

“Man, do you look bad.” I said chuckling. She then grabbed the pillow, and struck me with it.

“So! Get out!” She yelled with a smile, before lying back down, and pulling the covers back over her head again.

“C’mon, you know I’m just teasing. But for real though, you need to get up.” I said, pulling on the covers again. This time, she held onto them.

“Whyyyy?” She wailed.

“Well, because that turkey’s not going to cook itself, not to mention that I’m starving.” I replied, rubbing my slightly firm stomach.

“Then go find something else to eat. There is plenty of food here. I will cook later. I’m sure you’ll last till then.” She said under the blanket. Then, I pouted like a five year old.

“Noooo. I don’t want any of that stuff. Besides, it’s Thanksgiving, so get your ass up, and get to cooking woman.” I joked, pinching her leg. Starr sat up, and then glared at me.

“You got five minutes, Nai! Or else I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass, that you’ll be carrying twins!” She hissed, before dropping back down onto her pillow, using the covers as a fortress again.

“And I thought I was hormonal.” I laughed again. Starr ignored me, then I pinched her butt cheek, and she jumped up. “Ow!” She screamed, rubbing her bottom. I laughed, kicked my feet up on the bed, and got comfortable. “You’re lucky you’re pregnant.” She threatened, sitting up, and then leaning back against the headboard, crossing her arms.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it luck.” I said aloud. I looked down at my stomach, thinking about my baby.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do about the baby?” Starr asked me. I looked up at the window, before answering. Then, I turned to her, and smiled.

“I’m going to keep it.” I said, and Starr’s jaw dropped. I knew that would make her happy.

“Really?” She asked stunned. “Are you sure that, that’s what you want to do?” She asked me, and I nodded.

“I gave it some thought, and realized you were right. It’s not my baby’s fault that I got pregnant, it is my own. I just concluded that this probably happened for a reason. Maybe there is some divine lesson that I have to learn through all this, who knows? I just know that, I would not have been able to live with the guilt, if I got an abortion.” I explained. Starr blinked back tears, and reached out, pulling me to her.