Authors: Ashley Antoinette
Guilty Gucci (3 page)
“Don’t even pick it up!” Lidia shouted. “It’s nobody but Trisha Hamilton calling to rush me. As a matter of fact ... answer it and tell her I already left. I’ve got to go, honey, but I’ll see you tonight!”
Lidia was out the door before she even finished the sentence and Chanel picked up the phone and hung it right back up.
She walked back into the kitchen and sat back down at the table; her eyes never left her plate as she gave Faugner the silent treatment.
“Chanel,” he called as he watched her. Her feelings were obviously shattered and he hated to see her hurting. A man of his prestige, wealth, and good looks could have any woman in the world, but instead he had fallen for this young girl. He did not know how it had occurred, but he was too deep in to climb out of the messy bed he had made.
She didn’t respond.
Faugner stood and walked around to her side of the table. He reached for her hand but she snatched it away.
“You’re still fucking her,” she said. “You said that—”
“And I meant it. I haven’t touched your mother since we went to New York,” he stated sincerely, cutting her off. “She senses that something has changed between us but I don’t want her, Chanel.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, forcing her into his body. His strong arms wrapped around her small waist but she pulled back in resistance.
“Don’t,” she whispered as she pulled her face away from his as he tried to kiss her. “Is this what it’s going to be like forever? Do you know how I feel sitting here watching her fall all over you?”
“I’m sorry, Chanel. I really am but you know my situation. You’re not even eighteen yet. I’m risking my career and my freedom doing this with you. I love you and you’re worth it, but your mother is my wife for the time being.”
Chanel knew that she looked young and sounded immature but she didn’t care. “I just want you to be mine,” she whined sadly. Her young heart couldn’t handle the circumstances that she had gotten herself into. Chanel didn’t want to share her man with anyone else. It was torture. “She doesn’t even deserve you. You should be mine.”
“I am yours,” Faugner replied as he reached underneath her dress and palmed her pussy, creating friction against her clit. “And this is mine right?” he asked.
She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip as she felt her wetness saturate his fingers. “You haven’t even been coming to my room at night. I’ve been waiting on you, daddy,” she admitted.
“I wanted to, baby girl, but your mother has been on my back. It’s been wet for me?” he asked as he lifted her from the floor and placed her on the kitchen table.
He placed a hand on her neck and pushed her down, forcing her to lie flat on the table, then he spread her legs. Her young flesh smelled fresh and was waxed clean the way that he liked it. He personally paid for her Brazilian wax services once a month. It was a painful ritual that she was becoming accustomed to. He lowered his head and devoured her juicy clit.
“Aghh!” she moaned loudly as her back arched and her thighs tensed in pleasure.
Faugner circled his tongue on her love button, enjoying the taste of her pink flesh as she humped his face in heat.
“Oooh, daddy,” she moaned. He reached up and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers as he simultaneously pleasured her.
His dick was solid and stood at attention but he wanted to let her get off before he ever entered her. Their chemistry heated the room and all bygones were forgotten as she screamed out as her orgasm came raining down.
Chanel squeezed her thighs around his head and her fingertips rubbed his head as she came in his mouth. Her eyes snapped shut as her body shuddered.
“Aghhh, daddy!”
Both of them were too caught up in their rapture to notice that Lidia had doubled back for the wallet she had left on her nightstand.
“You son of a bitch!” she shouted as tears filled her eyes. Her voice roared through the foyer and like a lioness that had suddenly been forced to protect her home front she attacked. “This is why you haven’t been interested in me?”
Faugner and Chanel were completely caught off guard. He stood with Chanel’s juices covering his mustache while Chanel scrambled off of the table, pulling her dress down over her thighs.
“Ma!” she exclaimed as she frantically adjusted her clothes.
“And you!” Lidia screamed. She lunged toward Chanel but Faugner stepped in front of her to shield her from her mother’s attack.
“You’re protecting her? Defending her! Fucking my daughter, you bastard!” Lidia was on a rampage. “I will ruin you, motherfucker! You will get out of my way or your statutory-raping ass will be all over the afternoon news!”
Lidia stormed past Faugner and slapped the taste from Chanel’s mouth.
“Ma, I’m sorry!” she cried.
“No, bitch, you’re not sorry, but you will be,” Lidia warned. She dragged Chanel out of the house and tossed her on the front porch. “You get the fuck out of my house! You are no longer welcome here. If you ever come back I will kill you dead. You want to sleep with my husband? You just bit the hand that feeds you. You’re a disgrace and a whore! I’m not letting you come between my marriage and I’m not leaving my husband over you. Now get off my property!”
Chanel sobbed uncontrollably as she went to reason with her mother, but before she could step one foot over the threshold the door was slammed in her face.
“Ma!” she shouted as she hit the door with the palm of her hand. “Mama, please! Open the door! Ma!” she cried, but neither Faugner nor her mother ever answered it.
Faugner was stuck between a rock and a hard place because he knew that Lidia would make good on her threat and expose his relationship with a minor for the world to judge. No one would ever understand that the emotions he felt for Chanel were genuine and he would lose everything. So despite the sincerity of his feelings for Chanel, he couldn’t come to her defense. He ached inside as he listened to her cry desperately through the door.
“I will destroy your entire existence if you ever disrespect me again. You want to embarrass me and betray me, you bastard? You have messed with the wrong one, dear love. A woman scorned is nothing compared to what this scorned bitch will do,” Lidia warned before stalking up the stairs and out of sight. Faugner was stuck in the nightmare that had become his reality. He had jeopardized so much over Chanel and even in the aftermath of being caught up he still couldn’t harbor his feelings for her. He didn’t regret his affair with her, but he was not foolish enough to think that Lidia was making idle threats.
Chanel’s entire world changed drastically from that moment forth. She was all mixed up in the head because her young emotions were running rampant. It was like she could see her heart broken into little pieces before her, but she couldn’t quite put it back together. Chanel had no friends so she couldn’t bum even one night’s sleep on anyone’s couch cushions. She was on her own at a tender age and as she walked away from the plush estate that she called home, she felt lost. Day turned to afternoon, which eventually gave way to nightfall and Chanel found herself in a city diner eating a meal she couldn’t afford. Her tear-streaked face was set in anguish as she allowed her heart to bleed from its very first heartbreak.
“He didn’t even stand up for me. He just stood there,” she sobbed to herself as the salt from her tears seasoned her plate. As she leaned her head against the diner window she wished that her head was as clear as the night sky. She could see straight to the full moon that illuminated above her head. It was full and bright, enticing her to leave her problems on this sinful earth and take it straight to the stars. She wanted nothing more than to just be free of the mess that her life had suddenly become. Chanel had never felt so lonely. Loving a man was like giving him all the power and until that very moment Faugner had cuffed her nicely, making the creases of her mouth turn upward simply by being around her. But now she was experiencing the flip side. Their underground love affair had been exposed and she was tasting the bitter flavor that the whirlwind romance had left behind.
I have to talk to him,
she thought
. He can’t just leave me. We were supposed to be together. He doesn’t love her!
The frantic thoughts raced through her mind one after another as she silently waged a verbal war against her mother. Chanel didn’t care that it was she who had done the betraying. In her eyes her man had been stolen. Fuck the logistics.
I have to talk to him,
she thought
. He can’t just leave me. We were supposed to be together. He doesn’t love her!
The frantic thoughts raced through her mind one after another as she silently waged a verbal war against her mother. Chanel didn’t care that it was she who had done the betraying. In her eyes her man had been stolen. Fuck the logistics.
In the haste of the madness, she had been unable to grab her belongings. She closed her eyes and shook her head in deep regret, knowing that her cell phone had been left on the bureau beside her bed. She couldn’t recall his number by heart.
I know I know his number. Why can’t I remember it?
she asked herself, stressing to the point of insanity. Knowing that Faugner’s contact information was unlisted, the only thing she could do was call his office to leave a message. She knew that he would get it the next morning, she just had to bide her time and pray that he reciprocated her need for communication. She used her shirt to wipe the snot from her nose and clear the streams of wetness that had run down both sides of her face. Although no one was worried about Chanel, it felt like the entire restaurant was staring ... as if they knew the predicament she was in. She felt judgment as she rose from her seat and walked swiftly to the back of the restaurant where the payphones were located. Her mouth twisted in a grimace as her privileged ear touched the grimy plastic of the telephone receiver. She pressed zero and waited for the operator to greet her.
I know I know his number. Why can’t I remember it?
she asked herself, stressing to the point of insanity. Knowing that Faugner’s contact information was unlisted, the only thing she could do was call his office to leave a message. She knew that he would get it the next morning, she just had to bide her time and pray that he reciprocated her need for communication. She used her shirt to wipe the snot from her nose and clear the streams of wetness that had run down both sides of her face. Although no one was worried about Chanel, it felt like the entire restaurant was staring ... as if they knew the predicament she was in. She felt judgment as she rose from her seat and walked swiftly to the back of the restaurant where the payphones were located. Her mouth twisted in a grimace as her privileged ear touched the grimy plastic of the telephone receiver. She pressed zero and waited for the operator to greet her.
“Faugner Scott’s office ... I need to be connected to attorney Faugner Scott,” Chanel blubbered into the phone. She couldn’t even control her voice long enough to speak clearly, but somehow the operator connected the call. This would probably be the only chance for her to reach out to Faugner so she pleaded with the machine shamelessly for him to come to her rescue.
“Faugner, it’s me. I need you right now. I have nowhere to go. Why are you doing this to me? I love you. You didn’t even take my side? Please come and get me ... I need somebody. I don’t have anyone but you. I thought you loved me,” she ranted repeatedly, while sobbing. The voice mail system cut her off right after she left the details of her location.
She returned to her table and sat all night, hoping with all of her might that Faugner would come for her. Hours passed and the diner began to fill with the club hoppers who were looking to parlay the after party into the small establishment. There wasn’t an available table in the spot, which only brought attention to the fact that she had loitered for too long.
“Look, honey, you’ve been here all night. This ain’t no shelter, sweetheart. You can’t sleep here. We have too many people and not enough tables to let you just linger around like this a motel,” the waitress said as she tapped a long red fingernail against the steel tabletop, waking Chanel up from the brief nod she had fallen into.
Chanel opened her eyes and immediately protested because she really had nowhere to go. “Look can’t I just stay for a little while? I’m waiting on someone. He’s meeting me here soon,” she said in a low tone so that the group of people standing behind her wouldn’t overhear. “He’ll be here any minute.”
“Listen, honey, you’ve been singing that same song all night—”
Before the lady could continue a dark-skinned guy stepped out of the crowd and said, “Don’t worry about it ... she can keep the table. I see some of my peoples across the room. We’ll gang up with them.”
The waitress looked skeptically at Chanel as if to say,
he just saved your ass.
“Yeah, okay, but if someone else comes in you will have to give them your table. And I need to take your bill up now,” she said rudely. The implication that Chanel was going to stiff her was evident in her tone of voice.
he just saved your ass.
“Yeah, okay, but if someone else comes in you will have to give them your table. And I need to take your bill up now,” she said rudely. The implication that Chanel was going to stiff her was evident in her tone of voice.
Chanel wanted to snap back from embarrassment.
How dare this broad try to play me? Putting me on the spot, you funky, diner-working bitch,
she thought, ready to go in.
How dare this broad try to play me? Putting me on the spot, you funky, diner-working bitch,
she thought, ready to go in.
The guy frowned slightly in curiosity but from the deer-in-headlights expression on Chanel’s face he knew that she didn’t have the money. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to the waitress.
“This should cover her food and the rest is for you. Just let her keep the table,” he said sympathetically.
Chanel smiled graciously. “Thank you,” she said.
One of the girls from the group popped her gum loudly and stepped in front of the guy. “Are we going to eat or what?”
“Y’all go ahead. I’ll be over there in a minute,” the guy said, without ever taking his eyes off of Chanel.
He sat down across from her. “You a’ight? Looks like you’re having a rough night,” he said.
“I’m fine. I’m waiting for my ... my ...”
“Pimp?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” she shot back, highly offended.
The guy held his hands up in his own defense, hearing the anger in her voice as she explained. “Whoa ... I did not mean to offend you, baby. You just look ...”
Chanel covered her face with her hands as she remembered her appearance. “Like shit,” she finished. She tried to tame her hair and wipe the runny mascara from her cheeks, but it was use. The usual teenage beauty queen was out in the most popular after-hours spot in the city looking like a bum broad. She hadn’t realized how foolish she looked until the guy had sat across from her.
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