Secret Liaisons (7 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Mona sat across from Terrance in the diner that was located down the street from the Flamingo Lounge. When Terrance asked her to dinner, she'd originally assumed he was going to take her to a fancy restaurant, but instead, they were in a greasy diner. A place she never would have imagined Terrance at.

“They have the best burgers. After the night you've had, I think you could use a good, juicy burger,” Terrance said, as he placed the menu down in front of him.

“I am hungry. I've been eating junk food all day. I had plans on a good omelet but we both know how that went.”

They laughed out loud at the memory of Terrance's mom showing up.

Mona took a few deep breaths as she got up the nerve to discuss the night they shared. “Terrance, about last night.”

Before she could finish, a waitress, wearing a name badge with the name “Bessie” on it, walked up to their table and screeched with excitement, “Hey, stranger. Hadn't seen you in awhile.” Bessie placed two glasses of lemonade in front of them.

Terrance responded, “I had to come by and see you. How are Jimmy and the kids?”

“Jimmy found him a new job. Pays more, but not enough for me to quit this gig. Besides, I'm still waiting on you to get me a part in one of your movies.”

“Bessie, I haven't forgotten about you,” Terrance said. “I want you to meet Mona. I was telling her about the burgers.”

“Tee, she's as cute as button. And small too. She could definitely use one of our burgers. Sugar, what you want on yours? That one there gets the works.” Bessie pointed at Terrance.

“Hold the pickles, onions and mustard. Add cheese please,” Mona responded.

Bessie wrote something on her pad. “Got it. Two juicy burgers coming out soon. I'll throw a free dessert on there for you.”

“Thanks, Bessie,” Terrance said.

Bessie left them alone.

“I guess I should thank you again for coming to my rescue back at the Flamingo. Some dudes don't take rejection well,” Mona said.

“You're always rescuing me from my fiascos, so it felt good to return the favor.” Terrance winked his eye. His cell phone rang. He glanced down at it. “I need to take this call. I'll be right back.”

Terrance slipped out of the booth and walked outside.

Mona looked around and saw that the diner was filled with people from all walks of life. Her stomach growled. She couldn't wait to get her food. She pulled out her cell phone and checked her social media sites while waiting on Terrance to return. She laughed at some of the funny memes.

Terrance slipped back into his seat. “What's so funny?”

“I was on Charlie Murphy's Instagram's page and he made a funny meme.”

“Charlie Murphy is hilarious. Do you remember his skits on the Dave Chappelle Show?”

“Oh my goodness, yes.” Mona laughed. She attempted to mimic one of Charlie Murphy's skits.

Terrance laughed so hard he held his side.

“Here are your burgers. Enjoy,” Bessie said.

Mona took a bite out of her big juicy burger. “Mmm,” she moaned. In between bites, she said, “You're so right. This
is
good. Almost better than sex.”

“The key word is almost,” Terrance responded.

She saw him wink.

Mona squirmed in her seat. They continued to eat but neither said a word as they ate their food.

Terrance paid the bill and left Bessie a nice tip.

“I really hate for this night to end,” Terrance said, while they walked to his car.

“I've enjoyed hanging out with you, too.”

By now they were at Terrance's car. He held the door open. “The night doesn't have to end.”

Terrance leaned forward and before Mona could respond, he was kissing her. She didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She forgot all about Falcon being a no show. She also forgot about her original reservations of being with Terrance. She forgot about everything except the feel of his lips on hers.

She pulled back. She used her fingers to wipe the red lipstick from his mouth. “Why don't you take me to get my car and then I'll follow you back to your place?”

“Now that's what I love to hear,” Terrance said.

Mona got in on the passenger side. Terrance drove her to her car. He waited for her to get securely inside. She pulled off first and he followed her down the highway.

The juicy burger satisfied her taste buds but only Terrence would be able to satisfy her sexual appetite. She kept trying to think of excuses of why she shouldn't meet Terrance at his place but couldn't come up with any so she didn't detour.

Mona parked her car in Terrance's circular driveway. He pulled in behind her. He held his hand out and they walked hand in hand up the walkway inside of his house.

Chapter Eighteen

They were barely inside of the house, when Terrance and Mona began kissing. With lips locked, they removed each other's clothes.

Terrance had Mona pinned to the wall in the hallway. He cupped one of her breasts and flickered his tongue over the nipple. She leaned back on the wall and moaned. She wrapped her legs around Terrance's waist and he held her buttocks with his hands. They kissed some more while he carried her in that position to one of the nearby guest bedrooms. He practically kicked the door in.

They fell on the bed. Terrance was on his back with Mona on top of him. Mona's kisses trailed down Terrance's neck to his chest. When she reached his boxers, she reached into the opening and pulled out his erect penis and licked the head of it catching Terrance off-guard.

She wrapped her mouth around it as Terrance moaned out in pleasure.

He placed his hand in her hair as she continued to pleasure him. She felt his penis enlarge in her mouth. She knew he was on the verge of exploding. She stopped and eased on top of him and replaced her mouth with the wetness in between her legs.

“Monaaa,” Terrance moaned over and over as she rode him like a stallion.

Terrance placed one of her nipples in his mouth, causing Mona to get wetter and wetter as she bounced on Terrance.

They held on to each other as Terrance erupted like a volcano inside of her.

Terrance fell back on the bed and she fell on his chest. Their heavy breathing subsided into an even keel as they caught their breaths.

Terrance couldn't seem to get enough of Mona. They made love several times throughout the night. The sunlight peeking through the curtains the next morning woke him. He reached for Mona, but she wasn't there. He noticed a note on the pillow next to him.

It read,
Your breakfast is in the microwave. I also put on a hot pot of coffee.

Terrance hated that Mona left without waking him to say good-bye. After showering, he went downstairs. He picked up his discarded clothes that were now piled up outside of the guest bedroom. He removed his cell phone from one of the pockets. He'd received several calls; one being from his mom, who he would call later.

He dialed Mona's number as he placed the clothes in a dirty hamper. He got her voicemail. “Mona, baby, call me.”

He disconnected the call. He wanted to hear her voice. Correction, he
needed
to hear her voice. He needed to know that everything was okay with her.

This was the second time they'd been intimate and this thing happening between them could no longer be avoided. He wasn't sure about Mona, but he didn't want to be with anyone else. Being with her was enough for him. She genuinely cared about people. It was an attribute that attracted him to her. He also liked the fact that whenever he needed her, she had his back. His life ran smoother with her being around. Her feisty attitude also kept him in check. He smiled as he thought of her because most women were too busy trying to kiss up to him than be honest with him. She never backed down from telling him exactly how she felt.

He warmed the omelet Mona made for him in the microwave. This time he was able to enjoy it. He later went to his home office and started going over the proposal. The meeting with the executive would be Monday and he needed to make sure he was prepared. He didn't want to fumble during his pitch session.

Terrance threw his pen down on the desk. He looked at his phone. He didn't have any missed calls. He dialed his cell number from the house phone. The cell phone rang confirming he didn't have signal issues.

He dialed Mona's number again. This time she answered.

“I was just about to call you,” she said from the other end of the phone.

“Thanks for the omelet but it would have been better if we could have eaten breakfast together,” Terrance said.

“I didn't want to overstay my welcome. Besides, it's Saturday and I needed to take care of some chores like wash clothes and things like that.”

“Will I see you later?”

“Do you have something going on that you need my help with?”

Terrance tapped the pen on the table. “I sure do. I need to go over the pitch with you.”

“Let me take care of my household chores and then I'll be over. Let's say around four or five?”

“That works for me. I'll cook us something.”

“You, cook?” Mona laughed. “I'm definitely coming over. I've never known you to cook anything.”

“Just because you've never seen me cook doesn't mean I can't,” Terrance responded.

“I'll be there with a hearty appetite, so make something good.”

Terrance wasn't really a good cook but now he had no choice but to deliver on what he promised. He called his friend Chef Gavin. “Man, I need a huge favor. Can you come over and cook a meal for me? I need you to use my pots and pans so it'll look like I cooked.”

“Oh, so which woman are you trying to impress? Is it the model Moet? Or is it the actress I saw in your last movie, Paulette?”

“Gavin, I think I've found the one. But I just have to convince her she's the one.”

“Well, you don't want to start off under false pretenses. Why don't I come over? I'll tell you what to do and if I see you need my help, I'll step in.”

Gavin had a point. He was already being deceitful by not telling Mona he was Falcon. “Sounds good. Can you be over in about an hour?”

“Lucky for you, my schedule's wide open. But this will cost you. I'll stop by the market and you can pay me back later.”

“I got you,” Terrance said.

Later on that afternoon, Chef Gavin coached Terrance in making a meal for two that he hoped Mona would enjoy.

Chapter Nineteen

Charlotte and Kem sat across from Mona at the table in the coffee shop down the street from the gym they frequented.

“Doesn't sound like you need the 2-Of-A-Kind dating service anymore. Things between you and Terrance seem to be heated,” Kem said.

“That's just it. Is it about sex or more?” Mona asked. It was a question she'd wanted to ask Terrance but was afraid to know the answer.

Charlotte sipped on her cafe au lait. “Didn't you say he wanted to pursue more with you? You're the one who's been hesitant.”

“Ha. You're one to talk. Do I need to remind you how much grief you caused Sean before you finally gave him a chance,” Mona said.

“This is not about me. This conversation is about you, so let's not change the subject,” Charlotte said with a smile.

“People don't ever like talking about their own drama but want to be all in my business.”

Kem laughed. “You're just as dramatic as some of my characters. I say give Terrance a chance. Forget the other dude.”

“I'll think about it. For now, I'll enjoy our sexual escapades, but I want a man who is not afraid of commitment. If either one of you can tell me the last time you've seen Terrance with the same woman twice, I will wash your car for the next three months.”

Kem and Charlotte looked as if they were thinking. Neither said anything.

“My point exactly. I got other things to do. I'll see you ladies later,” Mona said.

They hugged each other and they all went to their separate destinations.

Mona went home and took a long shower. After getting dressed, she decided to check in on the dating site one last time. There was still no message from Falcon on it.

She shrugged her shoulders.
Guess he really was too good to be true.

She put on her pair of black and pink sneakers that matched her pink and black jogging suit. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and headed to Terrance's.

Terrance greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek when he opened the door. “Something sure does smell good,” she said, as she took in the aroma coming from the kitchen.

Terrance was dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. “I guess I could have worn something else.” Mona began to feel self-conscious.

“Nonsense. It's just the two of us. I thought we would eat and talk about the pitch afterwards,” Terrance said.

Terrance led her to the dining room. He held out a chair. “Have a seat.”

Before she sat down, she asked, “Do you need me to help you with anything?”

“No. I will bring your plate out to you.”

“I can get used to being served,” Mona said, as she took a seat. She sat near the end of the long oval dining room table that could sit ten people.

It didn't take Terrance long to return to the dining room. He brought in two plates with a silver covering. He placed one plate in front of her and the other at the end of the table next to her. “I have one more thing to bring out and then we'll be ready to eat.”

Mona took a sneak peek at her food. She lifted the silver covering. The steam from the food seeped out. She was impressed. The baked chicken with a white sauce over it looked tasty. The penne pasta and fresh green beans were a nice addition.

Terrance got an A for presentation.

Terrance walked in carrying a basket of buttered rolls.

“Don't tell me you cooked those from scratch?” Mona said,

Terrance laughed. “No, I didn't. You can find them in the frozen aisle. I did bake them in the oven. They're good. I've already tried one.” He held out the basket.

Mona placed two rolls on her now uncovered plate.

Terrance said grace over their food and they ate and talked briefly in between bites.

“Terrance, I have to say I'm impressed. The food was good. You should invite me over for dinner more often,” Mona said. She wiped her mouth with her napkin.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was definitely a labor of love.” Terrance left out the part on how he burnt the first batch of sauce for the penne pasta and chicken, but she didn't need to know that.

With Gavin's help, he successfully made the sauce the second time around.

After they ate, Mona assisted him with cleaning the kitchen. They kept bumping into one another.

“I'm glad you have a dishwasher so I didn't have to wash everything by hand,” Mona

“You've got something on your nose,” Terrance said.

Mona wiped the top of her nose with the back of her hand. “Is it still there?”

“Yes, but now there's something on your mouth.”

“Where are your paper towels?” she asked.

“Don't worry. I got it.” Terrance covered her mouth with his.

Moans seeped out of Mona's lips. Terrance lifted her and placed her on the kitchen counter. They made love as the sound of the dishwasher masked the sounds of their lovemaking.