Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) (11 page)

But even knowing that fact, Davonte wasn't about to part with his car. He had sacrificed and worked too hard to get where he was at. He'd be damned if he gave up one of the few things he had to show for it.

The sound of his boys arguing over a match in their game brought his attention on their wrestling forms. The little niggas didn't know what real problems was, sitting there arguing over some fantasy shit. But Davonte believed that's how it should be. No child should have to know how stressful it was being an adult until they were of age to understand.

For a moment, his eyes lingered on the boys' Playstation. If he took that in to the shop he could probably get one-hundred bucks.

Man, get your act together.

It sure wasn't worth taking his children's only entertainment, pawning it like some crackhead. Besides, that measly hundred bucks would not fix a damn thing.

He sighed.

He needed to relieve some stress bad.

Closing down his laptop screen, he dug out his cell out of his back pocket and quickly speed-dialed a number.

"Hello?" answered a soft-spoken voice. Davonte could hear the sound of children in the background.

Davonte smiled mischievously, staring straight ahead. "The black snake said he wants to play."

There was a pause. "Does this 'black snake' got some play money?"

His smile evaporated.

"Hello?" Maria asked. "You got the money ready? I'll be over there shortly, as usual, if so.

Pulling the cell away from his ear, the last thing he heard before the line went dead was, "Cheap ass, black bastard."

He tossed the cell onto the table top, placing his head into his hands for the second time.

"What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself.

His sex life was in shambles. He was lying to his wife...and it was only a matter of time before he would be forced to reveal their dire situation to Keisha. The bad thing about the whole thing was that the financial problems had started long before Davonte's work hours had gotten cut back.

He needed to somehow let Keisha know everything without it resulting in their divorce. The problem was; he did not know any way he could reveal the fact that he'd been cheating on her as well as squabbling away their finances, without alienating her.

Above all else, he wanted help.

He did not want to split from his wife. She deserved much better than how he'd been acting. Maybe if he had paid more attention to her wants and needs, maybe she would not have gotten so sick of the sex.

A sharp cry from one his boys brought his attention back to their wrestling forms.

"You little niggas cut it out!" he shouted at them, causing them to freeze like rats in a cheese trap. Then he lowered his voice and softened his tone. "Daddy don't wanna see y'all hurt each other. It ain't worth hurting your brother over no damn video game."

The boys jumped off each other and went back to playing their game with a quickness.

After a while of sitting there, Davonte decided that he would have to relieve his stress in another way. He hadn't been in a while and it would do him some good. Getting up from the table, he went upstairs to get into a change of clothes.

Thirty minutes later, he was at the local gym several blocks from his house, running on a treadmill in some sweats and a t-shirt. His boys were beside him on adjacent machine, their little feet keeping up with the much slower track.

He wasn't on the machine long before an attractive blonde woman showed up and began using the machine to his left. She was wearing tight, spandex pants that was showing major camel toe with a cut-off tube top that showed off her firm midsection and large breasts.

She smiled at Davonte as she stepped on the machine, clearly attracted to the handsome light-skinned man and his green eyes.

"Hey," she said, her light perfume that she probably used to conceal the smell of her sweat hitting Davonte's nostrils.

Nigga don't even look.

"Hey," Davonte replied, keeping his eyes level with the woman's face.

"Are you from around here?" the woman asked.

Davonte nodded. "Live in Mayberry, several blocks from here."

She nodded at his boys with a bright smile. "Your kids are adorable...and look just like you."

"Thanks," Davonte said.

Bitch will you just go on about your business.

The woman continued to make conversation with him, all but asking him for his phone number. But it's when she started the machine and began running that Davonte had a problem.

Though he was looking forward, her large tits bounced in his peripheral vision, bringing with it images of he and Maria having sex. It wasn't long before Davonte felt his internal heat building and his eyes straying to the white woman's tight ass.

Damn.

After about a minute of this, he abruptly jumped off his machine and grabbed his boys. The woman asked where he was going, clearly disappointed, and Davonte responded with he was going to lift weights.

He didn't give her a chance to respond, taking his kids to the bean bags in front of the gym's wall-long mirror. After he made sure they were going to stay put, he went over to the weight-lifting area and began bench pressing.

Then he lifted weights for the next twenty minutes, exercising the temptation out of his veins. By the time he was done, he was covered in sweat from head to toe and felt much better.

That's when Davonte's cell went off in his pocket.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he quickly pulled it out, thinking it was Maria calling to say she was at the house waiting to get that ass waxed.

Instead, it was just an automated reminder he had set to show up at the same time every year. After staring at the message for a moment, he set the cell back into his pocket.

This would be the perfect opportunity to try to get things back on track with Keisha.

"G
irl, you mean to tell me you got a stalker?" Joy asked in a scandalous voice.

Keisha sighed, brushing off nail clippings. "It's not a stalker momma...not at least until I find someone creeping around my house.  I just keep getting these notes saying how beautiful and sexy I am."

Keisha was sitting in the bathroom on the edge of the tub, grooming her nails that had gotten too long. It was the weekend and she felt so relieved because she had such a heavy load that week.

To make matters worse, the fawning letters that were being left on her desk had not stopped. Frustrated by not knowing who the perpetrator was, Keisha had begun comparing the writing on the handwritten notes to the homework that was turned in by her students.

So far, she had been unable to make a match.

"Girl, uh un," Joy said, "I could not handle knowing that there was young pork meat out there, stroking his baloney to the image of my body. I would have demanded that the little bastard reveal himself."

Keisha rolled her eyes. "That would only make it worse, momma."

Joy snorted. "I don't think so, girl. And I'm telling you now, you making it worse by sitting there and not doing something about it." Joy paused. "You mean to tell me you have no idea of who it is?"

"I have my suspicions," Keisha said, "but none that I would be able to prove outside of making one of the boys confess. So right now, I'm just waiting for whoever it is to slip up."

"That's a damn shame," muttered Joy.

"Well, look at it this way, momma," Keisha pointed out, "At least it wasn't something racist."

"I suppose you right," her mother replied after a moment. "But still, do something about that shit girl."

"I will momma," Keisha promised.

"How's your hair holding up?" Joy asked, changing subjects.

Keisha grimaced, glancing at her shoulder where she saw several shed hairs. "It's doing okay, shedding more than lately, but not as much as it has in the past when I had a relaxer on it." Shaking her head, she added, "I still wish I had never done it—"

There was a sudden banging on the bathroom door, setting Keisha's heart to racing.

"Hold on a minute momma," Keisha told her mother, jumping to her feet. She rushed to the door that was steadily being banged like it was some emergency.

Snatching open the door, Keisha yelled, "Boy, what's wrong with you banging on the door like you done lost your damn mind—"

Firm lips pressed against hers and she was suddenly lifted off her feet into strong arms and carried over to her bed. The cell phone slipped from her surprised fingers and hit the carpeted floor a moment later. Faintly, she could hear her mother yelling through the cell phone, "Keisha."

But her mother was quickly forgotten as Davonte's hands roved over her body, sending tingles all along her skin. His full lips found her neck, sucking on it tenderly while squeezing her large breasts.

A soft moan escaped Keisha's lips while Davonte fondled her. Her husband moved down, tearing open the front of her gown, exposing her large breasts. Then he cupped the right one in his hands and began suckling her titty while looking up at her with his piercing green eyes.

A slow moving fire began to blaze within Keisha's tightening stomach as she shivered from the pleasure of Davonte's wet mouth. Slowly, Davonte moved one of his hands down in between Keisha's legs and began rubbing in a circular motion, getting his wife's wet juices all over his fingers.

Another moan escaped Keisha's lips at Davonte's smooth touch and the room began to spin around her in a dizzying whirlwind. Then her husband was down in between her legs, teasing her throbbing clit while banging her with two large fingers.

Arching her back from the intensity, Keisha let out a loud moan, her body quivering like an earthquake. It had been so long since Davonte had gone down on her, that she was already feeling like she would climax after only a few heated moments.

Davonte continued to stare up at her while he sucked and slurped on her clit like a hungry dog, banging away at her hole like a smith at his forge. Keisha's breath began to quicken as every inch of her body began to quiver. She could not take the intensity of what he was doing along with his steady gaze, and before she knew it, a pleasured scream escaped her lips.

Her body continued to quiver long past the aftershocks, and it took her a while to come back down to earth.

When she did, she saw Davonte wiping at his mouth as he jumped to his feet. Keisha immediately felt a little disappointment. She was ready for round two. Her husband left the room a moment later and she frowned with confusion.

What was that all about?

But she was not complaining. It felt good. Damn good.

A moment later, Davonte stepped back in the room and she gasped.

In his arms, was a bouquet of red and white roses.

"What in the world?" Keisha asked, sitting up to accept the gorgeous flowers. Davonte had not done anything so sweet for a long time. Keisha was really starting to like this.

Davonte gave her a grin, his green eyes making her heart jump in her chest. "Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Keisha shook her head, smelling the roses.

"Well get up and get dressed," Davonte ordered. "I'm taking you somewhere special."

"But Davonte," Keisha objected. "Why?" While she was enjoying the special treatment, she had a lot of work she was backed up on to do.

He smiled, enjoying the fact that she was so clueless.

"It's our anniversary."

****

"M
aria won't answer her phone," Davonte said, shaking his head. "I don't know why."

It was later that evening and Keisha was dressed up like the belle of the ball.

In a shimmering, white gown, her hair flowed down her back in shiny curls. Her makeup was on in full force, her eyes done into a smoldering look, her lips a ravishing red and her blush a light shade of pink.

In comparison, Davonte looked like a fine piece of light chocolate, his good hair brushed down into waves and his athletic body garbed in a dashing tux. Keisha had never seen him look so good in a long time.

Glancing at her boys, who were watching cartoons on TV for once instead of playing their Playstation, Keisha said, "Looks like we won't be going anywhere then."

"Let me call my boy James," Davonte said, quickly dialing another number.

But Keisha was quick to stop her husband, her face twisting into a frown. "Uh un, Davonte. Don't call him."

Making a confused face Davonte asked, "Why not?"

Keisha placed her hands on her hips. "I don't want that nigga up in here, smoking weed around my babies."

"Aw, come on Keisha," Davonte complained. "James my boy. He ain't gonna do that shit if I tell him not to."

"I said no, Davonte," Keisha said firmly. "If that nigga gotta watch my babies, I'd rather not go."

"Well call one of yo peoples then," Davonte suggested. "I'll be damned if I got to cancel my reservations after all the shit I went through to set it up."

Shaking her head, Keisha walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed her phone out of her purse, calling the first person that came to mind.

"Hello?" asked a voice filled with attitude.

"Shanay?" Keisha asked tentatively.

"Yeah? Who the hell is this?"

"It's Keisha, your cousin."

There was a relieved sigh on the other end. "Girl, you better speak up next time. I almost thought you was one of them bitches that be calling to fuck with my man."

Keisha half-giggled, dreading to ask her favor. "Uh, so yeah, what you doing girl?"

Shanay snorted. "Watching these bad ass kids. Laneeqa just dookied on herself and you know I don't feel like changing no damn diapers, but I'm gone have to. I'll be damned if I'm smelling shit all night." There was a short pause. "Why, what's up? What you doing?"

Making a disgusted face at the image Shanay's words had summoned, Keisha replied, "I was just calling to check up on you girl, ain't talked to you in a while."

"Oh, well girl, I got so much messy stuff to tell you! You would not believe the shady shit that went down the other day—"

Keisha rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Davonte, letting him know it was a no go. When she was finally able to get off the phone with chatty cousin she called several more of them, but they were all busy doing the same thing; watching kids.