Unfaithful Ties (24 page)

CHAPTER 14

Stacy...Chicago Illinois

So Harold and I have been dating for a while now and I’ve enjoyed every single day. I’ve been smiling so much lately that my face hurts. My coworkers don’t even recognize this new happy go lucky person that I’ve become. Needless to say, I think that I’m in love. And I also think that tonight I’m going to give Harold some. Yeah, I’m definitely going to give him some. I’m headed to see him right now.
God
I hope it’s some good sex. Lord knows it’s long overdue.

The flare beaming from the glowing skyline embroiders the beauty of the glistening water, as I peer out a window that showcases downtown Chicago
.. This is heaven on earth, my head is leaned back against Harold’s chest, his massive arms are wrapped around me as he and I admire the beauty of Lake Michigan. The weather is nice today, which is strange. This isn’t a typical day in October, especially not in Chicago.

We’re standing in the Great room of his luxurious
million dollar penthouse. Since I’ve met this man I’ve awakened with joy in my heart and I’m happy beyond measures. Past-joyous is an understatement. Harold makes me feel so good it’s unreal. Just today, a license masseuse greeted me as soon as I stepped foot into the estate.

“Hello Ms. Moreland” A short Italian woman with shoulder length hair said standing beside the doorframe with a plush towel thrown over her forearm. “This is for you to wear today
” She informed me and handed me a white cloth robe.

“What’s this for?” I said looking at her quizzically.

“It has been requested that I pamper you for a minimum of two hours today. I’ll take your purse and you go ahead and change.” She said.

After I did what was instructed of me I entered the guest room and nearly cried tears of happiness upon entrance. To the right of me
was a pedicure spa chair, a massage/facial table, and a facial brush machine. And to my left there was a towel warmer and sterilizer kit, a few Basalt stones roasting in the stone heater, and a glass table that had several neatly folded plush towels on top of it. First my face was steam cleansed and exfoliated before I experienced the deep pore cleansing of a collagen facial. Next, warm body stones were aligned along my spine as I enjoyed the pleasure of a deep-tissue massage. The pampering allowed my mind and body to escape the task of my demanding career and hectic schedule. Soft calm sounds of the chirping birds and whistling breeze of the lakes, rivers, and streams blaring from the in-wall home theater system ensnared me into a coma. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until a chubby Italian man dressed in all white and a chef hat, startled me.

“I’m sorry Ms. Moreland, I didn’t mean to alarm you
” He said. “Your dinner has been prepared and is in the dining room whenever you are ready to chow”

God, Harold sure does know how to make me feel like a princess
, 
I thought at that very moment
“
Perfect, because I’m starving”

“I hope you enjoy your meal Ms. Moreland” He said and walked away.

“I think I’m good now” I informed the masseuse. “I feel so much better.”

“Glad I could help” she said with a smile and started tidying the room.

“Thanks” I said then stood, tied my robe tighter, and headed towards the great room. “Did you enjoy the pampering?” Harold asked when I walked in.

“What did I do to deserve all this pampering?”

“You haven’t done anything but be yourself” He said. He was sitting on a white leather bench in front of the piano over by the window. “Come sit down gorgeous” He insisted while scooting over and patting the empty space beside him. Naughty thoughts crept into my mind as I walked closer. Gaping at Harold’s exposed chiseled chest has made the center area between my legs so damn moist I’m a little embarrassed. I count twelve ripped abs contoured to his flat well-toned torso, they are perfect. They almost look like they’ve been painted on. Somehow I compose my thoughts although viewing his body makes me weak to my knees and the only thing I really want to do is rip off the Ed Hardy pajama pants covering his sexy ass lower body and ease down on his manhood right here on the piano bench and ride him like it’s nobody’s business as the skyline accentuates over our naked bodies. “Do you play?” I ask after I sit down.

“A little, but I’m a much better singer.”

“I’d love to hear you sing”

“Okay” He says, then picks me up and set me on top of the piano. “Hope you enjoy.”  He begins stroking the piano keys and a soft melody echoes through the open-space every time that his fingers drum against the keys.  As he sang
Adore
by
Prince
to me I almost melt. Between my legs is probably overflowing with juices by now and  if I didn’t have any standards my panties would’ve been tossed to the floor the very moment the rich sound of his soprano voice bellowed in my hear. I thought of closing my legs since they are cocked wide open but what I really want to do is smother Harold’s face between them. When he’s done singing he leans forward and breath-kisses me.  I feel like I’m dreaming.

This man can’t be real
.

Every single detail regarding Harold is so astounding that it’s surreal. I’ve found everything that I’ve spent my entire life searching for in one man. He’s told me that he attended UCLA and graduated with a B.A. in Law, he’s been married once, does not have any kids but he wants at least two of them, and he isn’t afraid of getting married again, that he has a passion for art and he loves traveling. Harold definitely said all the right things. It was like music to my ears.

Moments after our first kiss we sat on Italian styled snowflake-white dining chairs traced with bronze trimmings and enjoyed a dish of saporous Pan Seared Salmon and roasted vegetables. The open floor plan granted a clear view straight through the great room, the chef ready kitchen, and the dining room area. Every piece of furniture throughout the entire six thousand square feet penthouse is elegant and white. Harold explained that the reason he’s designed his home with all white furnishings is because he wants to be sure that the paintings by Augusta Salvage, Henry Ossawa and Louis Mailou J  that aligns the walls throughout the entire estate, stands out from everything else. The wraparound windows are ninety feet wide with an incredible view of Lake Michigan, the Chicago Skyline, and Navy Pier. There is an eighty-four inch flat screen television encased inside the wall right above the brick stone fireplace. Long Silk white drapes covers the ten foot ceiling windows. Tan  marble floors scintillates throughout the entire estate embellishing each room including the four bedrooms that are voluminous in space. The master bedroom is designed like a suite in a five star hotel. Crisp white Italian sheets cover the plush king size mattress that’s attached onto a white floor-to-ceiling wall headboard.  The room is glamorized with crystal table lamps, mirrored cubed lamp tables, a mirrored dresser and chest of drawer with crystal handles, a white leather chaise with a button finish, crushed velvet pillows, a wall mounted electric fireplace, a two thousand gallon wall aquarium, and the biggest flat screen television I’ve ever seen.

After an incredible evening we ended up right here. Standing in front of the window admiring the golden glow of the horizon as the sun casts over the aqua water. Although we’re not doing much of anything I’m having the best time that I’ve had in years.

“Care to accompany me on the terrace?” Harold asks.

“Of course”

He opens the glass sliding door that seals the outside terrace from the great-room, and motions for me to step out first.
He’s such a gentlemen

I step onto the terrace. “It feels like a whole new world out here” I say. “This is beyond beautiful” The skyline is glistening from every angle of the forty first floor balcony allowing us to see firsthand exactly how beautiful Chicago is. It’s amazing how a view that’s so loud and vivid can feel so serene.

“It’s not half as beautiful as you” He says and grabs the bottle of champagne that’s chilling in the solid gold wine cooler.

Minutes later we’re both holding our flute of sparkling Don Perignon. “To a new beginning” he proposes and we click our Champagne glasses together. After a few sips I’m debating whether or not I should let Harold toss me around on top of the crisp white bed covers. My head is telling me to enforce Steve Harvey’s ninety day rule but the triangular shaped muscle implanted between my thighs is screaming
screw those standards tonight.
I’m starving for a more flexible shape to insert me and satisfy my hunger pangs
.
Hell, I’m a grown ass woman and if I want to let a man get his feet wet in my town then so be it. I have protection! And who cares that we haven’t been dating for ninety days yet? I sure as hell don’t! So, I went for it and sucked Harold’s succulent lips into mines.  And his saliva is sweet, and tastes minty just the way I’d prayed for a man’s breath to smell. When Harold lifts me by the palms of my ass and carries me through the glass doors I feel like I weigh ten pounds. Between my legs is broiling with desire. Harold’s assertiveness is stimulating  me in ways that I haven’t experienced in years. And it feels damn good. By the time we make it into the bedroom  the two of us are steaming as we rip off each other’s clothing. I’m completely naked when I hear clicking footsteps echoing right outside the bedroom.

“
Shhh” Harold says, putting a signal to his lips. The expression etched on his face is a look of fear and paranoia as he quickly slides his pajama pants back on.

“What?” I ask.

“You’ve got to hide. Get under the bed, that’s my lover” He whispers, grabbing my robe off the floor. He hands it to me.

“Your lover?” I ask loudly without caring. “I thought that you said that you weren’t seeing anyone?”

“It’s a long story. One that I’ll explain later. Now get under the bed or hide in the closet.” He says not even caring that I haven’t wrapped the robe back around my naked frame.

“I’m not getting in the damn closet
” I shout.

“Right now you don’t have a choice” He says and tries to shove me in the closet but it’s too late. “Baby you’re back from the trip early” He turns around and says as the bedroom door swings open.

“Khyle Michael Stephens” a high pitched voiced yelled. “How in the hell can you have the audacity to fuck someone else in my goddamn house?”

“
Khyle?” I puzzle as I shrug into the robe and tie it tight. “You lying bastard” I yell and slap the right side of his face. “You’re gay” I turned to look at the man standing before me, Harold’s lover. He’s gorgeous and dressed to the T.“I am so sorry but this bastard didn’t even tell me that he was involved with someone else. Just give me two seconds and I’ll be out of your way”

“I’m sure he didn’t. This is not the first time he’s been caught two-timing me, but this is his last.” He yells and heads towards the closet. When he starts yanking down Harold’s collection of expensive suits off of the hangers and letting them drop over his shoulders I rush out of the room and head to the bathroom, holding my stomach the entire time. When I make it in here I drop to my knees, hover over the toilet and barf up everything that I ate earlier.

I can hear Harold’s lover screaming, “I’m sick of your trifling ass. I work my ass off so that we can live this life and you have the balls to bring someone else up in my house. The house that I pay for every goddamn month!”

I’m so humiliated and so furious that I can’t remember where the masseuse placed my belongings. Then a light pops on in my head and I remember that they are in the spa. I quickly sprint into the spa and hurriedly put on my clothing. During the process I hear footsteps stomping down the hall “I paid for these goddamn suits.
And for what? So that your whorish ass can walk around this goddamn city being pretty seducing every woman and man that catches your eye? Everything in this motherfucker belongs to me from the clothes that you wear to the food that you eat”

“Baby I’m sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me” Harold is pleading, trailing behind him.

Eventually their voices faded away.

I creep into the hallway and tiptoe my way into the open floor. A feeling of pleasure runs through my broiling blood when I witness Harold’s designer suits and shoes being tossed over the balcony.

“Get out motherfucker” His lover is demanding.

That’s what your lying two-timing ass deserve

If I could get away with murder I would’ve pushed his trifling ass over the balcony and watched him float in Lake Michigan.

It takes everything in me not to cry once I get on the elevator and start going down. The fairytale that I’ve experienced for the last month has turned into a nightmare in one fucking day and I’m steaming
.

chapter 15

Jason & Vanessa...NYC, New York

The weeks had flown by and Thanksgiving was a couple of days away. Jason and Vanessa were sitting in a white double buggy riding through Central Park being escorted by an elderly man and two black horses. The two of them were sitting closely, her head on his shoulder, his hand in hers, blissfully. It was cold but they didn’t care. It was a blessing for them to be able to share that moment.

“If you hadn’t survived I don’t know what I would have done with the rest of my life. You’re the only woman I want to spend forever with.”.

“That’s so sweet” Vanessa said. “Have we always been this happy?”

“Vanessa Duncan you’ve always made me happy. Sure enough we’ve had our share of ups and downs but we’ve always worked through them and there is no doubt in my mind that we always will. I love you Vanessa Duncan”

“I love you too Jason Duncan.”

“I dreamed of you every night. I was so scared when I saw your car crumbled on the side of the road. I thought the worst. I honestly didn’t think that I’d ever be able to touch you again. Or hear your voice. Or hold you. And for us to be able to have this moment that we’re sharing right now is enough to take my breath away. It’s surreal.”

“I wish I could remember our married life together. I can’t think of anything I want more”

“It’ll all come back. Our love is real. Real love never dies. Our memories are in your head you just have to let your heart help you remember them. It’ll happen. The kind of love that you and I share will never fade away.”

“When I look into your eyes I feel like I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” Vanessa smiled. “Did I mention how much I love you?”

“Only a hundred times already and I’d love to hear you say it a million times more”

“I’m going to tell you every second and every minute of every day
” She said while shivering. “It’s cold out here”

“I can fix that
” Jason said unzipping his duffel bag. He pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around Vanessa. “How’s that?”

“Perfect”

“Jason I want to start a family?              I may not remember our married life together but I do remember back when we were teenagers all you talked about was having children and raising a family.”

“Are you sure? He asked. “Because if you’re sure then we can head back home right now and get started.”

“Well keep in mind that the doctor did say for us to wait six weeks,”

“But you will be ready in six weeks?”

“I’m certain” She said

“God I love you. What did I do to deserve you?” Jason smiled.

“I think that I should be asking you that question. So tell me, what are some of things that we like to do?”

“Right here is good” Jason said to the man escorting the carriage. When the buggy rolled to a stop he looked at Vanessa and smiled. “We’re about to do one of them right now.”

“Which is?”

“A picnic”

“Right now? It’s cold out here”

“I’ll keep you warm. I’ve waited so long to have this moment with you and I’m not going to waste one more minute.” He said walking down the two steps. He held out his hands and helped Vanessa
out  of the carriage.

She walked timidly down the first step

“I got you” He said.

“How long do we normally stay out here?”

“Baby as long as I’m out here with you. I’d stay out here forever.” He walked over to the spot underneath a big oak tree and pulled out another Blanket. He strolled across the ground and then pulled out a few zip lock bags that were filled with finger foods. He also pulled out a portable radio, and Vanessa’s poem book.

“What’s this?” Vanessa said opening the black notebook.

“It’s a book filled with poems that you’ve written. I think that this’ll help you remember our married life together. That along with a visit from our friends. Are you excited about your girls being here this weekend?”

“I’m a little nervous I don’t remember how they are now. I mean I remember how they were in high school but nothing else”

“Don’t worry about any of that Sweetness, you’re going to enjoy them.”

“You’re probably right”

Jason inched closer to Vanessa, wrapped his arms around her and he started reading a poem to her.

****

The man came to her in the wee hours of the night, as he’d done since she’d been released from the hospital. She couldn’t see his face, just a tall dark muscular man from the waist down. His voice was deep and sexy.

She was certain that he was important to her. She was even more certain that she’d been around his presence in the flesh. She even thought that somehow they had a strong connection because her body was yearning for his touch.

He was naked and smelled of fresh soap. Every time that he came to her, he gave her exactly what she needed. What she’d missed and ached for.

With him she was submissive. She’d run her fingers down his chest and make circles around his nipples with her tongue before lowering her head to his penis. She’d devour his long thick penis until his toes curled and he moaned uncontrollably.

The oral sex was always only the beginning of a night of pleasure.

Although she could never see his face she could always feel his tongue. He knew exactly where her sensitive spot was and he used his tongue like he was hungry and her clitoris was his meal. He licked it just like she liked, gently and slowly. “Tell me how much you’ve missed me
” He’d always beg.

She could never respond. All she could do was moan and toss her head back and forth on the pillow. Whenever she was near her climax she’d start gyrating her pussy lips all over his tongue. He loved it. He loved eating her pussy. He loved making her feel so damn good.

When she’d had enough of his tongue she’d moan achingly for him to enter her core. “Please, please, please give me more” She’d groan. “Mmmm, give me more”

“Don’t ever scare me again don’t ever make me think that I would never taste this pussy again” He’d tell her slipping his hands through the creases and folds of her vagina as he kissed her neck.

“I’m sorry”  She’d utter erotically while squirming on the sheets. Each passing minute she could feel her pussy getting warmer...and wetter....and tighter.

Slowly he’d
began kissing her everywhere that drove her insane. She’d grip the sheets and slide her legs up until her knees were pointing towards the ceiling. Her hands would always slide between her legs like they had a mind of their own.  “Ahh....Mmmm” She’d moan rubbing her wet pussy.

“Let me do that for you?” He’d whisper while suckling her earlobe.

“Mmmmmm” She’d moan as he played in her pudding pie. When he was done finger fucking her he’d always taste his fingers and whisper. “You taste so good”

He’d inch his body closer to hers and that’s when she’d feel something warm and thick enter her.

“Mmmmmm....Ahhhhh......Deeper” She’d moaned.

“Vanessa...
Mmmmm, baby it’s so good and tight. Damn I’ve missed making love to you.”

The voice was different from the voice in her dream and Vanessa slowly opened her eyes. She was shocked to see Jason’s face. She was no longer dreaming.  And she was definitely not making love to the man in her dreams. The voice, the movement as he penetrated, everything was different. “Jason I’m sorry I don’t think that we should be doing this. The doctor said six weeks.”

Jason paused mid-stroke. He was still lying between Vanessa’s legs it felt so good he thought he was going to explode. “I’m sorry. Your moans woke me up out of my sleep.” He continued penetrating while kissing her on her chest.  “I didn’t want to, I mean I do but I know the doctor said for us to wait but you were moaning for me. And I couldn’t resist. Do you want me to stop?”

“You don’t have to” She said wrapping her legs tighter around his back. She felt guilty. “This is exactly what I wanted.” She lied. The man she wanted was in her dream. But who was he? And why was she dreaming about being intimate with him? Supposedly the only man she’d ever been with was Jason. Sure she remembered that she and Jason met when they were young teenagers and that they’d dated throughout high school but the last ten years of their lives together was a big foggy cloud to her. She didn’t remember any of it. “Give me a baby” She moaned and let her head fall back into the pillow
.