Reckless (8 page)

Reality was sitting in and this was way too much for me to digest. I felt a surge of adrenaline going through my bloodstream. With her admitting to sleeping with all of those people, what if she really did have something and we are all walking time bombs?

“Look, I will keep getting tested and let you all know my results. But I’m done with all of this.” I grabbed my keys out of my purse, put the papers in my purse and left before either could ask me to give the papers back. Kent noticed me storm away with tears in my eyes and must have figured that they had broken the news to me. I wasn’t truly worried about HIV, but I was worried about her taking her own life because I was being malicious. I decided that I would not mention any of this to Tamera. I was sure that if the streets talked to her the way she claimed, she would find out about this on her own. My drive home was long and sobering. Rome called my cell- I didn’t answer. Henry called too.  I didn’t answer him either.

I went to the funeral. I even met up with Henry twice after
Rachell was buried. The second time we saw each other was too much for me. We tried to screw each other’s brains out, and physically I loved it. But he told me that he never wanted me to leave him. I’m sure he was just in his grief, and although I wanted him even more, I couldn’t stomach the thought of his wife being out of the picture in the manner in which it occurred. She should have gone to get tested, but I guess she was doing enough playing on the side that she felt guilty. I kept telling myself that I didn’t make her do it, but I felt a need to stay away from everyone.

The next few months were long and stressful. I followed through with testing every three months. Once I had two lab results come back negative, I only texted the information to relay it to Rome and Henry. When they would reply trying to converse, I didn’t respond. I often saw Rome in passing at work, but would never stop to talk. One Friday afternoon, he decided to stop me and try to get me
to say more than a simple hello. He asked me what I had been up to. “Just working and trying to pay bills,” I replied. He asked if I would join him for dinner one day. “No,” I quickly responded and told him that I was looking for a second job and that I really didn’t have the time or money to be eating out. He looked at me like I was crazy. I’m sure he wondered why in the world I needed a second job because he knew about how much my salary was and my living expenses weren’t high. But the truth was, for months I patched up my anxiety and grief with shopping and taking weekend trips to the casino’s that I couldn’t afford.

“Well, I’m sure you aren’t interested, but Henry is looking for a part time accountant since he opened his third club”. I nodded my head ‘no’. I knew Henry would pay well, but I had a weakness for that man that I had to keep in check. Thinking about him still made me want to tighten up my walls and take slow, deep breaths. He would never forgive me if he found out the truth behind the letter that
lead to Rachell’s suicide. It would be in my best interest to ignore Rome’s suggestion and not inquire. “Thanks for the heads up, but I just need to disconnect from you all and move forward with my life.” I tried to speak in a sincere tone as I walked away. I was glad that I was granted a transfer request to a sister location on the other side of town and this would be my last day in that building.  I didn’t tell him about my transfer, so he didn’t know that this would be the last random run-in we would have in those hallways.

As I sat in my car getting my things together, I paused and laugh out loud. “Ha, work for Henry. That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard in months.” I shook my head as I placed the key in the ignition. I sat and thought about how all of this began and how much of a nervous wreck I had been over the past months. Knowing that I would rarely- if ever see Rome again gave me a degree of peace.  Really, I was drowning in debt from my self-prescribed shopping therapy and needed to do something before I was faced with garnishments.

I scrolled through my phone. I saw a text message from a friend Tearny. She was younger than me, but we found that we were both from the same area when she did an internship with my company while I was doing some audits in Atlanta. I was surprised that she would be in town. I heard through the gossip line at work that she had shown up a couple times with bruises on her arms. I reached out to her a few times, but she always acted like everything was fine. I replied that she should call me when she got in town.

I proceeded to my contact list. When I got to the eighth letter of the alphabet, I took a deep breath.
I  started the car and prayed that no one would answer as I pressed ‘call’.

Club Amoré

The ways of my mind despite me,

I walk in prayer, but sin is so enticing.

Turbulence in my heart won’t let me stay put,

So I walk this path though it does me no good.

Flesh on flesh is a feeling that consumes,

Momentary pleasures I cannot refuse.

The warmth of his breath opens my soul,

The look in his eyes shows me his goal.

The pleasure of his strokes: long, full and strong,

The wetness I expel lets him know he can go on.

For him, I’m always ready and wanting lots more,

New night, new adventure and now ready to explore.

Many draw near and love to adore,

Something attracts them- What? Not sure.

Perhaps it’s the face- all innocent and such,

Maybe it’s the way I walk and switch my butt.

They never understand why I love Club
Amoré,

Sex without strings when you walk in the door.

Her husband adores me and in lust he will devour,

His wife adores her- she feels her pussy is power.

No judgment in your fantasy while at Club Amoré,

Where you can be an angel or be a devil’s whore.

About The Author:

Renee Rain

Well, this is my first printed story! I hope they only get better after this!

I am a wife, a mother and a professional by day (No really I’m a wife and mother all the time). Writing is something that I have always loved doing as a past time. A couple of friends told me a while ago that I should have my material published so others can read. So here it is!

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