A Greek God In Harlem (18 page)

"I'm bringing Marissa to school on Monday, maybe we'll talk then,"

She did not detect it, but Duncan was elated, "Okay! You'll get to meet my son. Looking forward to seeing you again Donyelle."

She smiled at the warmth in his voice. She could now tell it had a fatherly tone to it. He was just like her, a young parent. She would ask him what happened to the mother, but that would be for another day. For now, over the phone, Donyelle was slowly gaining a crush on the brunette, green-eyed Duncan.

"I talk a lot better over the phone," he said, as if reading her mind. He knew why this was so, her beauty could not intimidate him over the phone. 

"Haha. It's ok. I'll see you on Monday then. Can't wait to meet your kid."

Duncan smiled, "See you later alligator." Then he got off the phone. Wait.. see you later alligator? What the freaking hell was he thinking telling her that? That's what he always told little Gray when he dropped him off at school. Now his 'kid speech' was entering his 'hot girl speech'. Geez!

Donyelle chuckled as she got off the phone. See you later alligator? Signs of a true father. She sighed as she drifted off to sleep but not before murmuring, "I'll always love you Morris. You know that right? But I have to move on... for me and Marissa's sake..." 
She stared at his framed photo on her desk and then back at Marissa who was tucked under the blankets, her long black hair sticking out. Donyelle smiled at her tiny, but fatherless daughter.

Maybe Duncan would be the one, for the both of them. Maybe he would not. 

But Donyelle had to open up her heart again, and after tonight, it felt like it was. It was a huge world out there, and she intended to make the most of it. She knew that's what Morris would have wanted her to do.

No one was meant to be alone. Not forever.

She said one more silent goodnight, this time to her beautiful daughter, then turned over and fell sound asleep dreaming of politics, tattoos and sparkling green eyes.

She and Marissa-Jean, or MJ, would be okay. She knew this was only the beginning and was ready for anything life threw at her.

                    EpiloguE:
A Museum

Athens, Greece

The teacher lined up her unruly children. "Single file everyone! Single file!"

The little kids shoved and pushed each other as they got in line. The teacher sighed and led them inside the new museum.

Athens had its fair share of museums, all banking on the 'Ancient Greece' aspect, but there was something very special about this particular one, which had opened just under three years ago.

It didn't feel 'touristy' or exploitative. It felt genuine. And it looks like a lot of love and research had gone into creating it. It was a museum that told stories of an ancient time.

Right at the door stood the storyteller herself, sporting a genuine megawatt smile. She seemed genuinely excited that their little 'underdog museum' was gaining more and more visitors by the day.

It was unfortunately situated right next to the bigger and more famous, more established, 
Athens Central Museum
.

This one was simply called '
Journey through BC
'. And some of it was still under construction. Nonetheless it was open to the public at a much cheaper price than other museums. However, it was slowly gaining fame.

The storyteller, or museum curator stood before the class of kids and smiled. She loved children, after all she and her husband had a bubbly two year old son.

"Good morning!" The stunning black woman spoke up. It was indeed a beautiful Athenian morning, there was a slight breeze that ruffled the autumn leaves, and the sun was shining modestly.

She was dressed in comfy sneakers, tight khaki trousers and a red top, her name on a badge.

"I'm Tanya and I'll be your guide today." The kids smiled back as did the teacher, "Good morning Tanya!"

She then gestured for them to follow her inside the museum.

The kids were absolutely mesmerized. Statues, paintings, interactive games, this museum had it all. 

Tanya pointed to a statue of a woman with long braided hair and a snake tongue. "Can anyone tell me who this is?"

The kids shuddered, "Medusa!" Tanya nodded, "Exactly right. She caused a lot of trouble in Ancient Greece. If you were planning on being a hero or rescuing a princess, you have to deal with her first!"

She then led the kids to a painting of a beautiful woman tending to a god. One girl put up her hand, "That's Queen Danae! She was Zeus' human wife!"

One of them at least, Tanya thought as she smiled. She loved it when kids knew their stuff. This class was particularly clever. She made a mental note to check out their school, perhaps she could enroll Achilles there when he came of age.

Tanya took the kids around the whole museum, all three floors of it. There was a library on the topmost floor, full of books about all things Ancient Greece. Hercules, Hera, Andromeda, Hades, Persephone... you name it.

Tanya spent the whole day taking different groups around the museum. Adults, kids, schools, and tourists. They had all come to see this little new museum.

She often got phone calls which she would have to apologize to her guests for. She would then giggle shyly into the phone and tell the guy to hang up, she was at work, she would tell the guy. But he was relentless as always, wanting to hear her voice.

By night time, when she was sure no one else would enter the museum, she closed the doors and dimmed the lights to save electricity. The museum was completely empty, save for her and the museum owner, who was working hard in his office upstairs.
She took the long flight of stairs up to the library and made a right turn into the office of the boss.

"Okay. What did I tell you about calling me while I'm working?" Tanya said in mock anger, her hand on her hip. 

Percy looked up from his blueprint and broke into a smile, as if he hadn't seen her in days. 

That's how he always smiled at her and frankly, Tanya loved it. She continued to scold him,
"Percy? Honestly. You've called my phone like 6 times today. I looked really unprofessional down there. We'll lose business." 

Percy by now had stood his tall frame up from his untidy desk. He looked absolutely delicious in his dark green sweater and blue jeans. Not much like the owner of a museum, nonetheless hot and distinguished.

He leaned back against his desk and Tanya couldn't help but shimmy towards him. His eyes were practically eating her up, even in her fully decent uniform. 

"How's Achilles handling his grandma?" Percy asked as Tanya pressed herself against him seductively. His hands grabbed her waist and started to roam all over her slender, still fully clothed body. 

Tanya grazed her lips against his as his hands slid up under her shirt.

"I called her and told her to let him watch Dora the Explorer the whole day," she said breathily as Percy unclipped her bra.

"Do they know we won't be back from work for a long, long time?" he whispered in her ear. Tanya leaned even further into him if that was possible,

"Hmmm. I guess. Mmmm..." she said as she felt the front of his trousers. He was very aroused. She was amused, had he been packing it in the whole day, he seemed ready to burst. 

He must have noticed her expression because he held her back slightly and said, "See what you do to me?" Tanya giggled shyly as she started to open the belt of Percy's jeans.

A similar situation like this, in the same library, had led to her becoming pregnant and giving birth to their first child, Achilles. He was a very handsome two year old with pale mocha skin and light brown eyes, not to mention Percy's dark wavy hair, with a slight kink to it.

Now, they were going to make sweet, tender love once again in the library, amongst portraits and paintings of Greek myths. Perhaps it was a fetish thing. But no. They often made love 
anywhere and everywhere
 they had a chance.

Percy's mother Nicolette often called them 'young horny rabbits in love'. It was not a cutting remark. She loved Tanya and how happy she made her son. 

Percy's dad Christophe, a tall wiry sailor of the old fashioned kind, always joked that he wished he had seen Tanya first, which would often be followed by an upside smack from his portly wife, using her kitchen spoon. They were a charming pair and Tanya loved them as much as they loved her.

Percy loved her family as well, back in America. They had approved, and that was all Tanya needed to run away with Percy to Greece.

But family was not exactly what was on her mind right now as she removed Percy's sweater, followed by his shirt. He helped her with it and threw it aside with the quickness of a man aroused.

Tanya felt her stomach flip with butterflies as she looked her husband's lean cut body and expansive, tanned chest. One of his best physical qualities. He kept in shape and didn't brag about it.

He pulled Tanya by the waist and crashed his mouth against hers. He couldn't do it gently, not when he wanted to taste her so badly. It had been a whole day. He had been upstairs in this office, mulling over blueprints for their museum, figuring out what painting to place where. It could get lonely.

And now that she was here...

He removed her top swiftly and she stood before him in a trouser and unclipped bra. They kissed and touched each other all over, breathing hard as they tried to keep up some sort of sane conversation.

"Who came into the museum today... hmmm..." Percy's hand went to her beautiful breast and he kneaded it as he nibbled on her earlobe.

Tanya tried to be coherent through her pleasure, "Didn't you hear them making noise? All those kids... we got a few adults too...hmmm..." Percy planted kisses along her soft jaw line, her chin, the corner of her lips and then bit on her bottom lip, sucking it gently.

"Some Japanese tourists... they really liked it. Said I was the best museum guide ever..." Tanya smiled as Percy completely got rid of her bra. 

He then held her tightly against him, their flesh touching and becoming warm. They were both still in their respective trousers. A very funny feeling.

Percy held her and carried her on to the Persian carpet, where he placed her deftly. He looked at her breasts and he said huskily, "God you look amazing, as always." He lowered his mouth to hers and their kiss was gentle at first.

Then it became rougher and more desperate. He crashed his body on top of hers and Tanya started to push down her trousers frantically. 
When hers were off, he removed his jeans as well.