Big Daddy Sinatra 3: The Best of My Love (The Sinatras of Jericho County) (14 page)

“That
Bed and Breakfast?” Willie asked.
 
“Yeah,
I know it.”
 
He inwardly smiled.
 
He’d love to fuck her there too, he thought.
 
“I’ll love to meet you there.”

“Then
the Jericho Inn it is,” Jenay said.
 

Willie
voiced his goodbyes to the others, and headed for his car.
 
They all watched as he got into his Corvette
Stingray, put on his shades, and sped off.

Ashley
looked at Jenay. “You’re going out with him?
 
And to a hotel?
 
When Dad finds
out he’s going to be so angry!”

“Angry?”
Jenay asked.

“Yes!”

Girl
bye,” Jenay said as she began walking toward the jet-black, month-old Mercedes
her husband purchased for her.
 
Ash,
Carly, and Norm followed her.
 

“I’m serious,
Ma,” Ashley said.
 
“You know how Dad
is.
 
He’s going to be upset about this.”

“It’s
his hotel,” Jenay said.
 
“I’m going to
meet a friend for a drink at the hotel your father owns.
 
What’s he going to be upset about?”

“He
never likes it when any man takes any interest in you whatsoever,” Carly
said.
 
“As much as I hate to admit it, I
have to agree with Ash.”

“Then
both of you are being ridiculous,” Jenay said.
 
“Willie is an old friend who knows a lot of my old friends back in
Boston.
 
We will have a drink and catch
up on old times.
 
End of story.
 
Besides, I picked the Inn because I know the
Inn and the people around the Inn knows me.
 
If he isn’t who he used to be, then I’ll have backup.”

Carly
smiled.
 
“Oh, I see.”

“Yeh,”
Jenay said, opening her car door.
 
“Mama
knows what she’s doing.”

They
all laughed, and got into the car.

But
Charles wasn’t laughing later that night.
 
He returned home early, catching a flight out of New York last minute to
avoid another overnight stay.
 
But when
he arrived home, and saw Tony and Robert playing chess in his game room, but no
Jenay, he exhaled.

“What
are you two doing here?” he asked.

“Babysitting,”
Tony said.

“My
baby?”

“Your
baby.
 
She finally took her talking
behind to sleep.”

Where’s my other baby
, Charles wanted to ask.
 
“Where’s my wife?” he asked instead.

“She
went out,” Robert said.
 
“She was meeting
an old friend for drinks at the Inn.”

Charles
was disappointed, but he knew he would see her when she returned.
 
“I see,” he said.

“She
went to meet an old
male
friend for
drinks at the Inn,” Tony said, and then he looked up at his father.
 
And when their eyes met, Tony knew he didn’t
have to say anymore.

And
he didn’t.
 
Although Charles gave no
response to his son’s comment, he heard it loud and clear.
 
He went and checked on his sleeping daughter,
poured and sipped himself a glass of wine, and then he did as Tony knew he
would do all along.

“I’m
going out for a little while,” Charles informed his sons.
 
“Can you guys hang around a little longer?”

“Sure
thing, Pop,” Tony responded.
 
He was
inwardly pleased.
 
Nobody, and he meant
nobody, was breaking up their happy home.

Jenay
and Willie were laughing as they walked out of the Jericho Inn’s
restaurant.
 

“We
were nuts then,” Willie said as they walked along the curb to Jenay’s
Mercedes.
 
It was parked near the front
entrance.

“Totally,”
Jenay agreed.
 
“But you have to admit: we
had fun.”

“I
know that’s right.”
 
Then they stood at
her car.
 
“Those were the days,
Jenay.
 
The best days of my life.
 
Yours too?”

“I wouldn’t
go that far,” Jenay admitted.
 
“These
days are the best days of my life.
 
But I
get your point.”

Willie
always liked that about Jenay.
 
She never
went along to get along.
 
He looked
around, at the beautiful grounds that were well-lit in the night.
 
“This is so lovely, Nay,” he said.

“Thank-you.”
Jenay was proud of it too.

“And
to think you own all of this.”
 
He looked
at her.
 
“And you do own it, right?”

Jenay
almost said her husband owned it, but she remembered how Charles hated when she
made that distinction.
 
If he owned it,
she owned it, he always reminded her.
 
“Yes,” she said.
 
“God is good.”

“All
the time,” Willie said.
 
“But you know
what we should do?”

“What?”

“Plan
a reunion of the old Boston gang, and we can stay here at the Inn and make a
nice weekend of it.”

Jenay
nodded.
 
“You know that actually isn’t a
bad idea, Willie.”

“I
have one every decade or so.”

Jenay
smiled.
 
“But I’m serious.
 
It would be nice to see everybody again.”

“And
I can set everything up,” Willie said.
 
“You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.
 
All you would have to do is supply the rooms.
 
It could really work, Jenay.”

Jenay
wasn’t ready to commit to it totally yet, but she was willing to consider the
possibility.

And
as they continued talking about that possibility, Charles drove up.
 
Only he parked his car in the main parking
lot, rather than along the curb where Jenay and Willie were standing.
 
But he saw them.
 
He saw when Jenay opened her car door and
reached inside to grab something to give to the guy, and Charles saw the guy
stare hard at his wife’s ass.
 
He didn’t
just stare, but he clutched his dick, as if he couldn’t wait to give her
some.
 

Charles
had thought about simply taking a look, just to make sure some bozo wasn’t
trying to get into his wife’s pants, and then he’d go back home.
 
He’d let her have her drink with her old
friend.
 
But after eyeing the old friend
eyeing his wife, Charles didn’t give it a second thought.
 
He got out of his car, zipped up his bomber
jacket, and made his way up to the twosome.

“You
can reach me at the number on the card,” Jenay said as she leaned back out of
the car and handed Willie her business card.

He
wanted to come onto her right away, but he knew it would be a turn-off for
her.
 
He had to be patient, pick his
time, and then go in for the kill.

“Maybe
you can meet my husband the next time you’re in town,” Jenay said.

“I
would love that,” Willie lied.
 
“But I
heard he wasn’t the easiest man to get to know.”

“Don’t
believe everything you hear.
 
Especially
about my husband.
 
These people around
here have C.S.D.S..”

“What
in the world is that?”

“Charles
Sinatra Derangement Syndrome.
 
Just the
mention of his name drives them crazy and make them lie more than a sailor
cuss.”

Willie
laughed.
 
“You’re good,” he said.
 
“You have the kind of wit that I---”
 
He noticed that Jenay had looked away from
him, and had noticed somebody else.
 
He
looked too.

“Speaking
of the angel,” Jenay said with a grand smile, as Charles approached.

“Shouldn’t
it be speaking of the devil?” Willie asked.

“Not when
it comes to my man,” Jenay said, and hurried to Charles.
 
He grabbed her in a warm embrace and kissed
her on contact.
 

“Hey,
baby,” she said as they kissed.
 
“I
thought you were still in New York.”

Charles
was hugging his wife, but he had his eyes on Willie.
 
“Who’s the suit?” he asked.

“An
old friend,” she said as they stopped embracing.
 
She took Charles by the hand and began moving
him toward Willie. “Come and let me introduce you.”

Willie
had seen photographs of Charles Sinatra, so he already felt he knew the
man.
 
But what surprised him was how good
looking the guy was.
 
And how attractive
a couple he and Jenay made.
 
Getting
Jenay to cheat on her husband wasn’t going to be as easy as he was led to
believe.
 
He didn’t want to have to force
the issue.
 
But he would if he had to.

“Charles,
this is Willie Stiles.
 
Willie, this is
my husband.”

Both
men shook hands.
 
“Nice to meet you,”
Willie said.

Charles,
however, didn’t say a word.

“We
were discussing a reunion of our old Boston gang,” Jenay said.
 
“He’s going to put some feelers out to see if
there’s any interest.”

“Excuse
me,” a voice was heard near the Inn’s entrance.
 
Jenay and Willie looked and saw one of Jenay’s employees standing at the
door with a clipboard.

“Yes,
Megan, what is it?” Jenay asked.

“Can
you sign the authorization before you leave, please?”

Jenay
exhaled.
 
“Always more to do,” she
said.
 
“I’ll be right back,” she said to
the men and made her way toward her employee.

“So,”
Willie said, wasting no time.
 
He needed
to get a feel for this husband of hers.
 
“You’re Jenay’s hubby?”

“That’s
right.”

“I
hear they call you Big Daddy.
 
What I
don’t understand is why.”

“That’s
none of your business.”

Willie’s
smile left, and he immediately felt challenged.
 
“Oh, so it’s like that?”

“You
know my wife?”

“Yeah,
I know her.”
 
Then he decided to taunt
him, to see what he was made of.
 
“I know
her real good.
 
And trust me, I know why
you married her.
 
She’s got it all.
 
Beauty, brains.
 
And that body.”

“Her
body is none of your business either,” Charles made clear.

“Not
now it’s not,” Willie said with a laugh.
 
“But back in the day?
 
Man please.
I couldn’t get enough of Jenay Franklin.
 
I used to love licking that thang.”

Charles
leaned back and punched Willie so hard that Willie was knocked out cold.
 
He didn’t know what hit him.
 
His big body fell straight down and hit the
sidewalk like a wrestler hitting the canvas.
 

Jenay
and her employee didn’t see the hit, but they saw Willie drop.
 
“Oh my God!” Megan yelled, and they both ran
out to see what in the world had happened.

Jenay
was especially upset.
 
She looked at
Willie.
 
He was out cold.
 
“What happened?” she asked her husband.
 
She fell on her knees and attempted to awaken
Willie.
 
“Charles, what happened?” she
asked again.
 
“Did he pass out?”

Willie
began to come to, and with Jenay and Megan’s help, he sat up.
 
It was only then did Jenay see the bruise on
the side of his face.
 
A fist bruise.
 
She looked up at her husband.
 
“You hit him?” she asked, astonished.

Charles
took her by the arm and stood her up. “Yeah, I hit him,” Charles admitted.
 
“Let’s go,” he said.

“Should
I call an ambulance?” a flustered Megan asked.

“No,”
Willie said.
 
“I don’t need no damn
ambulance!”
 
But when he went to stand
up, he was still too woozy.
 
He sat back
down.