Be My Baby (20 page)

"Are you planning on using it?" I asked.

"Why? Do you want it?"

"I'll buy it from you, if you are willing to
sell it?"

"Well Ty, it is not mine to sell but I will
ask Tristan. I'm sure he would be glad to give it to you."

"No Gina," I said firmly, "I want to buy it
with my own money."

"Whatever, girlfriend. I'll let you know
when I see you tomorrow evening, okay?"

"Sounds good. Oh and Gina? This is a BFF
secret."

"Got it," she said.

When I got home Preston was just getting up
from her nap. I told Jean that I wanted to make dinner for Trey
that night. She said she would entertain Preston in the playroom. I
asked Jean if she would mind feeding Preston early this evening as
I wanted a romantic dinner with Trey tonight.

Jean was delighted and said that there was
no problem. I made Trey's favorite pot roast dinner; the same way
that I had made it before for him. I baked a chocolate pie for him.
It turned out perfect.

I showered and dressed in a tight red dress;
I took extra care with my make-up and hair. I put on a pair of my
4" heels. I set the table in the dining room for both of us
complete with candles that were ready to light as soon as Trey
walked through the door.

Jean fed Tylar; the both of them retired to
Jean's apartment upstairs for the bulk of the evening.

By 8:00 p.m. I was sitting in the dining
room downing my third glass of wine. I hadn't heard from Trey. I
hated calling him. It kind of defeated the purpose of surprising
him with a romantic dinner made with my own hands especially for
him. I gave it a few more minutes then poured another glass of
wine. The bottle was officially empty now. I sat and sipped it
slowly. I went ahead and cleared the table of the still clean
dishes and silverware. I turned the oven off; taking the now dried
out pot roast out and sticking it into the refrigerator.

I took my half-empty glass of wine upstairs
to our suite. I was definitely feeling a buzz. I kicked my heels
off just inside the bedroom door.

I climbed up on our bed and hit the remote
turning the flat screen television on. I set the timer and then
surfed the channels until I found a show that I recognized. I
downed the rest of my wine and collapsed back against the bed
pillows.

It was awhile later when I heard Trey come
through the bedroom door. The television had shut off; the room was
dark. He tripped over the shoes I had kicked off right inside the
bedroom door.

"What the fuck?" he cursed as he flipped the
overhead light on to see what he had tripped over.

"Jesus Christ, Tylar," he said, "Why the
hell did you leave your shoes in front of the fucking door?"

(He was drunk! The clock read 11:49
p.m.)

"Where in the hell
have
you
been,
Trey?"

He looked over at me as I scrambled to sit
up on the bed still dressed in my sexy red dress.

"Were we supposed to go out tonight?" he
asked his eyes getting big. "Oh shit, honey, I forgot! Tristan's
birthday dinner. Fuck!"

"That's tomorrow night Trey," I said.

"Well then, what I'd miss tonight?"

"Homemade pot roast, a chocolate pie and
getting lucky," I snapped at him going into the bathroom to wash my
face and get ready for bed.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he said, loosening his
tie and following me into the bathroom. "Time just seemed to fly.
The partners were celebrating a big win on a case. Well into the
high six figures for the firm's share.

"Really?" I asked washing my face at the
sink. Trey was unzipping his fly to pee.

"Whose case was it, Trey?"

"It was one of Pierce's cases. Well, Amber
second-chaired, but you know we all celebrated the win."

"Congratulations," I said patting my skin
dry and squeezing a dab of moisturizer into my palm. I applied it
to my face rubbing it in circular motions.

I brushed my teeth and shrugged out of my
dress and thigh high stockings.

Trey was behind me now, wrapping his arms
around me. His hands were all over my breasts. He was kissing my
neck; it sent shivers up through me.

"You like that, don't you baby?" he asked
softly.

I elbowed him in the gut and left his
embrace as his arms dropped from me.

"Ouch - what the fuck
is
your
problem?"

"Trey, riddle me this? At what point was
your phone out of service?"

"What?" he nearly
screeched. "I
never
said that my phone was out of service."

"You're right. You didn't. That's why there
is no excusing the fact that you didn't bother to call to tell me
you would be late - very late in getting home. That doesn't work
for me."

He started to jump back in my face; I was in
no mood for it. For whatever reason my first session with Karla had
stirred the river bottom making the water murky instead of clear
with respect to the way Trey regarded me in his list of
priorities.

I pointed my index finger in his face; I
could tell I had a very scary look going on because it seemed as if
Trey shrank back from me a bit.

"Don't" I snapped loudly at
him. "I repeat,
don't
take me for granted any more like that!" I jabbed my finger
in the air to make my point.

I could tell that he was taken aback by my
demeanor.

(It's about damn time my inner voice
sneered.)

I turned on my heel and went to the bedroom
where I climbed into bed pulling the covers up under my chin. I
rolled on my side to face the wall. Trey came to bed in a few
minutes. I felt him get under the covers. He slept on his side, his
back turned to me.

The following morning Preston came bounding
into our room early. I could tell that Trey was hung over by how he
snapped at her as I scooped her up.

She was yammering away about 'Mommie and
Daddy.'

"Please, Tylar," he moaned, "For the love of
God, take her downstairs. My head is pounding."

Jean was in the hallway wringing her
hands.

"I'm so sorry, Tylar," she apologized. "She
just took off from me after she used the potty wanting to see you
and Mr. Sinclair. She got into your room before I could stop
her."

"That's not a problem
Jean," I replied, "Mr. Sinclair is a bit under the weather, but
that is really
his
problem."

I saw Jean's mouth turn up in a slight smile
but she said nothing. I lifted my baby girl up into my arms.

"What does Preston want for breakfast?" I
asked as I carried her downstairs.

"Cancakes," she said clapping her hands
together.

Preston loved pancakes. I had made them in
the shape of Mickey Mouse's head and she adored them.

"Cancakes it is," I said hugging her close
to me.

We were sitting at the breakfast table
enjoying our pancakes when the landline in the kitchen rang. Jean
was doing laundry so I jumped up to get it.

"Tylar?" the soft feminine voice said, "I'm
sorry to call your home line but Trey isn't answering his
Blackberry."

"He's still asleep
Amber.
Do you want me to
wake him?"

"No, that's not necessary," she purred. "I
know he was out late. When he gets up could you please ask him to
check his car to see if I left my jacket in there?"

(What the fuck?)

"I sure will, Amber," I replied sweetly.
"I'll have him call you either way. How is that?"

"Perfect," she replied. "Thank you."

Jean came back into the kitchen just then
and I told her I needed to run out to the garage. She said she
would finish feeding Preston her breakfast.

I went out to the garage and opened the
passenger door to Trey's Mercedes. Sure enough, there was a short
black leather jacket thrown across the back seat of the car. I
picked it up taking it back into the house with me.

Jean was still in the kitchen with Preston.
I placed the jacket on the back of a dining room chair in plain
view for whenever Trey brought his sorry ass downstairs. I returned
to the kitchen and finished having breakfast with my daughter.

It was after 11:00 a.m. when Trey finally
came downstairs still looking under the weather. I was folding
Preston's clothes at the kitchen table.

"Do you have any coffee made, babe?" he
asked his eyes squinting in the sunlight.

"Nope."

"Would you mind making some for me,
please?"

He looked and sounded pitiful. I gave him a
glare as I turned the coffeemaker on and reached up in the cupboard
for the coffee. Five minutes later, Trey was sipping his black
coffee. He had popped a couple of Advil tablets with a large glass
of water.

"Where's Preston?" he asked looking
around.

"Jean took her to the grocery with her."

"So," I said, "Quite a party last night,
huh?"

"Tylar look," he said,
"I'm
really
sorry
about my not calling you to let you know I was going to be late. I
was totally not planning to have more than one celebratory drink
with the partners but somehow drinks just kept being put down in
front of me."

(Amber was buying no doubt!)

"Before I knew it I looked at the clock and
it was 11:00 p.m. I thought you were probably asleep by that time
so I felt it would be worse waking you when I was headed home
anyway."

"Is that what you did Trey?"

"What do you mean?" he asked furrowing his
brow.

"Did you come straight home from the
bar?"

"Yes - what do you think I did?"

I walked into the dining room returning with
Amber's black leather jacket hooked on my thumb. I tossed it onto
the table in front of him.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You tell me, Trey."

"Well obviously it's a jacket, Tylar; should
I know whose jacket it is?"

Trey seemed genuinely perplexed by my
unasked question. He lifted the jacket from the table turning it
around in his hand as if trying to place it. It appeared he didn't
recognize it.

"I give up," he finally said, rubbing his
forehead.

"Apparently, the jacket is Amber's," I
snapped. "She called the house phone this morning when she couldn't
reach you on your Blackberry. She asked me to ask you if she had
left her jacket in your car. I went out to the garage and sure
enough, there it was in the backseat. I'd like an explanation."

Trey was now giving me a 'deer in the
headlight' look which I would have found irritating had I been
accustomed to seeing him do that. This was the first time. Did he
truly not remember how her jacket had found its way into the back
seat of his car?

He raked his hands through his sleep-tousled
hair and looked totally clueless. He raised his coffee mug to his
lips taking a drink.

"Oh shit - I know what must've happened," he
said. His face was now devoid of confusion.

I was eagerly awaiting his explanation.

He looked up at me where I was giving him my
full attention.

"Pierce's wife dropped him at the office
yesterday to take his car in for servicing. He asked me if he could
use mine to drive over to the courthouse for the settlement
conference. I didn't have anything scheduled in court so I let him
use it. Amber was second chair on that case. I bet she rode over
and back with him."

"I see," I said, rolling up a pair of
Preston's socks.

Trey was studying
me
now.

"No, I don't think that
you
do
see,
Tylar. I think you don't believe what I am telling you is the
truth."

"Why should I doubt you, Trey? You've never
given me cause to be suspicious now, have you?"

Trey was angry now; I had stirred the pot
and he was pissed.

He jumped up coming around to stand in front
of me.

"Hey! You know damn well
that I have never lied to you about anything! Everything that has
ever happened between Amber and me you saw with your own two eyes.
That's where it started, and that's where it ended. Unfortunately,
I have to live with the fact that you've
fucked
someone else!"

I turned to leave the room but his arm
hauled me back against him. Our faces were inches apart. I could
feel the rage inside of him; I could see it in his piercing blue
eyes. His mouth came crushing down on mine. His hands framed my
face as his lips sought mine hungrily and passionately.

I felt his hand lower to my jeans. He tugged
at the button unclasping it. His fingers expertly lowered the
zipper to allow his hand to reach down over my butt and lower the
jeans down past my hips. I stepped out of them. His hooked his
thumb inside the elastic of my thong and lowered it from me. I
shivered as his fingers groped my sex and sent waves of pleasure
through me. Our lips were still devouring one another with a
passionate fury that was new.

Trey lifted me up and placed me on the
kitchen table. I could feel Amber's cool leather jacket underneath
my bare ass.

Trey unzipped the fly on his jeans. He
hadn't bothered to put underwear on beneath them. His erect penis
sprang free and my hand closed around it firmly; gently stroking
the length of it as he moaned.

He parted my legs, tilting me back so that
he was between them guiding his manhood into me in one deep thrust.
I moaned in pleasure now, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips
as he rocked back and forth inside of me. He kept a slow, steady
rhythm to draw the pleasure out for each of us.

Our lips continued to devour one another
with a passionate fury which was new to us. He rocked in and out of
me methodically, perfectly filling my womanhood with himself. I
loved the feel of Trey. I loved the feel of Amber's leather jacket
under my ass as we made love.