Tell Me No Secrets (4 page)
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Authors: Michelle-Nikki
“Shouldn't you be eating more than that?” I asked her.
“If I could hold down more than that, I would. I can't hold any real food down. I'm sick all day and all I want to do is lay in bed and sleep. I throw up everything I eat, even crackers. So, I may not even eat the salad.”
She said all of that while wiggling around in her chair trying to get comfortable.
“Why don't you move to the booth and let me take the chair?”
She stared at my wedding band before taking my outstretched hand and hopped down from the chair making her way to the booth. She seemed to be much more comfortable there. The waitress came back with her water right as I caught Chyanne staring at my wedding band again.
“Do you guys have Sprite or Ginger Ale?” she asked.
I could tell she'd copped an attitude and my guess is because she finally saw some semblance of me acknowledging that I was indeed married.
“Yes. Be right back,” the waitress replied.
“What's with the papers?” Chyanne asked me, nodding toward my black leather carrying case.
“It's the information on prenatal DNA testingâ”
Before I could finish she let out a sigh and shook her head. “You know I'm a high risk pregnancy Aric. Why can't this wait until after the baby is born?”
“Because, if this is my child, I want to know now. I don't want to play the waiting game.”
“Well, isn't my word good enough for now? I wouldn't lie to you about this Aric. I know this baby is yoursâ”
“I don't know that Chyanne. Look, are you going to meet me halfway on this, or not? I have no problem doing what I'm supposed to do as a man for my child, if it's my child. However; my hands are tied until I know for sure if this baby is mine.”
She rolled her eyes and snatched the papers. “I'll look over it. If this is going to cause too much stress to my body or the baby, you can forget about it until the baby is born.”
I know many would think that I was being a selfish asshole by asking her to do the DNA test, but four of my children had been taken away from me. Two were of my own doing, I knew that, but the last child of mine that Stephanie killed was the one that had really gotten to me. That's the baby that I'd really wanted. When Stephanie had told me she was pregnant it was the greatest feeling in the world. Then to have her come home a week later and tell me she'd aborted it simply to hurt me was the worst fucking feeling a man could ever experience. So if Chyanne was carrying my child, I wanted to know for sure before I got excited about the notion of being a father again. Once I knew for sure, I could move forward.
By now the waitress had come back and was setting our food out before us. After all of that was settled and I had eaten the first bite of my burger, I looked up at her. She was slowly chewing on a piece of lettuce looking like she was about to be sick.
“Are you going to be okay over there?” I asked.
“Yeah, just feeling sick. Don't know why they call it morning sickness when it lasts all day long,” she said as she turned the glass of water up and took a big swallow.
“Why don't we get this to go and get you home?”
I signaled for our waitress and asked her for the check and to go boxes. As I helped her to stand she looked like she was about to let up all she had swallowed. I quickly gave the waitress my card before looking back at Chyanne. She had a napkin over her mouth and before I could react she bolted toward the bathroom, but people were in her way so she turned and ran full throttle out of the front doors. Forgetting I had given the waitress my credit card, I ran after her. Once I got to her she was on the side of the building throwing up the little she had eaten. I walked up behind her and handed her the napkins I had picked up.
“Damn, why the hell do you keep trying to hold stuff down if you can't? They don't have any pills they can give you for that shit?” I asked her.
She snatched the napkins away from me and shook her head. “Not now Aric please.”
“What? I'm just asking. There has to be something they can give you for that.”
People were looking at us, more so because we both went running from the restaurant. I walked with Chyanne to her car, but quickly decided I would be driving her home when she stopped and had to regain her balance.
“Come on,” I said to her as I took her keys from her hand.
“I'm fine Aric. I can drive myself home.”
“Yeah, sure you can,” I sarcastically replied as I opened the passenger side door and helped her into the car.
Making sure she was secure inside, I rushed back in to where we had been sitting, signed the receipt, left the waitress a tip, and retrieved our to-go bags. I made sure to ask the manager if I could leave my truck there until I could come back for it in a couple of hours. Adjusting Chyanne's driver seat to fit me comfortably, I drove her home. On the drive over we talked some more about the prenatal DNA test after I'd called Gabe and asked him if he would be able to pick me up and take me back to my car. She pretty much brushed me off, telling me she didn't feel like talking about it at that moment so I let it be. Once I helped her inside she wanted to shower so I waited around until she was out. There was a lot running through my mind at that moment. Part of me wanted to be excited at the notion that it was a possibility that I could be a father. The other part of me didn't want to get too excited about it and then be brought down when it was said not to be mine.
I looked at my phone as it rang. It was Stephanie. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Dropping Chyanne off,” I exhaled.
I could hear her moving around in the background. “She doesn't have a car?” Annoyance was clearly laced throughout her voice as well as accusation.
“Look, she got sick at the place we met and I drove her home. That's all.”
She was silent for a second. “I guess.” She exhaled. “When can I expect you home Aric?”
“I'll be home when I get there.”
She chuckled a bit before asking, “So what does that mean Aric? You said we could talk when you came back home. I'll be waiting for your arrival soon. Don't make me come looking for you, and you know I will.”
I hung up. I knew Stephanie was crazy enough to do something foul like that and the last thing I needed was for her to show up at Chyanne's house starting trouble. That's the thing with Stephanie at times she acted like my mother and that shit annoyed me more than anything. I called out to Chyanne as I stood and checked my watch. It was hard to see with the only lighting coming from a night light in her front room. I had heard the shower go off a few seconds before hanging up the phone. The door opened to the bathroom and I smelled the vanilla and ginger body wash she used waft up through my nose. I wasn't expecting her to come out with only a towel wrapped around her. My dick moved around in my pants a bit. Water dripped from her wavy hair and landed on her breast. Her eyes were cast at half mast and damn it if I didn't remember at that moment how it felt to be inside of her.
“You didn't have to stay Aric,” she said in a tone that made my dick do a happy dance.
I don't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it had me a little excited. I watched her backside as she walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Her thick thighs were glistening and just imagining what she tasted like had me licking my lips.
“I'm going to bed. You still have the keys so you can let yourself out,” she said.
She tried to walk past me to her bedroom, but I caught her hand and stopped her, pulling her close to me.
“You miss me?” I asked her.
She didn't answer, only exhaled and looked down at the floor. As usual, I took my hand and lifted her chin to look at me.
“I don't feel well Aric and I want to go lay down.”
She said that but I knew Chyanne and I knew her body. I could feel her shaking in my arms. That was all the answer I needed as I leaned down and kissed her soft plush lips. When she moaned and leaned in for the kiss, I deepened it. She'd missed me. My hands traveled down to grip her lush backside pulling her closer to me letting her feel my erection. She was holding on to my arms and her nails were threatening to break skin. Chyanne was a scratcher and I had the marks to prove it. I broke the kiss and turned her back to me, moving her hair to the side before kissing the base of her neck and down her spine to the point of where the towel stopped me. I reached around the front of her and removed her hand from the hold she had on the towel. It fell to the floor as I grabbed a handful of her breast. She hissed and told me they were sore as I kneeled down and planted kisses all over her back and derriere before standing and leading her over to the couch, pulling her down to straddle my lap.
I pulled her forward so I could taste her lips again, but she put her hands to my chest to stop me.
“I can't do this Aric,” she said in a distant voice.
“Why not?” I asked her.
I knew she could feel how hard my dick was through my jeans. It was trying to break through the zipper as we spoke.
“I can't have sex with you again knowing you are married. It's not right.”
“We can think about it not being right tomorrow,” I told her as I caressed her round and posh rear again. “Right now all you need to think about is how good it's going to feel with me inside of you.”
I gently lowered her face down to mine with one hand while the other hand found its way between her thighs. Her silky folds were so wet that my fingers felt like they were on a slip and slide. I moved her off of me and made quick work of dropping my jeans and boxers. I stroked my dick just for the hell of it, trying to stave off the aching need to be inside of her. Easing her back on top of me I slowly lowered her down onto my throbbing manhood. She moaned the sexiest moan and her head fell back. I almost lost it as my head fell back onto the base of the couch, biting down on my lip to keep from going crazy from being inside of her. I had to get myself together. Chyanne's pussy almost had me near tears. I don't even know how to explain what being inside of her felt like. Her soft folds were so hot, tight, and wet that all I could do was savor the feeling for a minute. As I listened to her breathing quicken, she was coming already and I hadn't even moved. Shit turned me on more. Made my dick jump.
“Damn baby, you miss me that much huh?” I teased her.
She was trying her best to hold it together so I gave her a little push to take her on over the edge. I slowly moved her up and down on me and that's all it took for her to rain down on me. I could feel her walls inhale and exhale as it gripped me. Her insides had a vice grip on me. I was about to lose myself inside of her until I saw the tears roll down her face.
“Please, don't make me do this, Aric. I can't.... you're married. It's not right . . .”
“Damn, Chyanne. Can't you worry about it not being right some other time?” I snapped, annoyed that she was playing with me.
She shook her head. As bad as I wanted to lay her on that couch and see if I could go for a world record and get her pregnant while she was already pregnant, I wouldn't be able to concentrate with her crying like I would be forcing myself on her. Been there, done that. I moved her off of me. Her insides even felt good when I was coming out of her. I stood, stepped completely out of my pants and walked to the bathroom in her bedroom so I could wash up, angry, displeased, and horny as ever! My dick was aching for a release and took me a while to get it to go down. After a while Gabe was calling me to tell me he was pulling into Chyanne's neighborhood. Chyanne was in her room with the door closed when I walked back into the front room to get dressed. After dressing, I walked into her room, kissed her forehead and told her I was leaving. She was lying down facing her window with her back to me. She didn't say anything.
Took me an hour to get home, could be because I was dreading having to hear Stephanie's mouth or could be because I was annoyed as hell with Chyanne. Either way when I got home, the house was quiet. Stephanie had Kenny G wafting low throughout the house. Even though this would be her first time officially sleeping in the house, she knew her way around it like she had been there before.
When I took the job in Atlanta, we were living in New York. I was working for Claxton Marketing and Advertising. I had wanted to get from under them for a while and the opportunity I was looking for came up sooner than I had realized. The guy that I'd worked directly under, Mark, gave me the inside information I needed to put my name into the hat to run B&G Marketing and Advertising. I didn't mind working for Claxton. I had been all over the world doing their dirty work, but I was the only brother on the twentieth floor and it looked as if that's where they wanted me to stay. I mean I was a top level executive, but I'd started wanting more of a challenge.
When Mark was chosen over me for VP of Marketing, I knew it was time for me to get the hell on. Mark was a hard worker, don't get me wrong, but that white boy couldn't find the floor if he fell on it. He took me along for the ride, but I got tired of doing all of the work and Mark getting the credit for it. He knew it and being the upstanding guy that he was he pulled some strings and got me the interview with B&G. After that, it was up to me to get the job. B&G wasn't as big as Claxton, but I was planning on changing all of that.
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