Slick (10 page)

“Look,” she said, sliding into them. “Your father will explain this to you. I'm going home.” She buttoned her jeans, pushed the garage door opener, and told Britney and me good-bye. We stood and watched as she got in her car and sped off.

Britney looked at me with her arms folded. She cleared her throat. “Are you going to stop lying to me now? How long has this been going on between you and Sylvia?”

I put my arm around her shoulders and walked back into the house with her. When we got to the kitchen, Britney sat at the table and waited for an answer.

“Baby, Sylvia and I recently found comfort in one another. I have always been faithful to Dana, but I need somebody who can help me get through this.”

“Help you get through this? It sounds to me as if you're using Sylvia. Do you at least love her?”

“No.”

“Do you still love Dana?”

“Yes.”

“Then, that's wrong, Daddy. What if you and Dana get back together? Have you even thought about how much that's going to hurt Sylvia?”

“Yes, I have.”

“And?”

“And I'll have to deal with it when the time comes. Besides, who says Dana and I are going to work things out?”

“I know y'all will because you are so weak when it comes to her. You let her get away with murder, and I got a feeling that you're blaming yourself for her sleeping with another man.”

“Yeah, well, a part of it is my fault. She doesn't know it, but there are some things I think I could have done better as a husband.”

“Please. I know you don't want to hear this but Dana is a spoiled rotten bitch. When people don't do what she wants them to do, she will do everything in her power to hurt them. Personally, I hate her guts. I wish more than anything that you and Sylvia would stay together.”

“Britney, don't be so hateful toward Dana. I don't know if Sylvia and I being together could be possible, but we'll just have to wait and see.”

Britney invited one of her girlfriends over and I headed off to my room. I didn't get a wink of sleep, as I thought about Dana and Sylvia for the entire night. Knowing that the outcome wasn't going to be pretty, because someone was bound to get hurt, I felt even worse.

 

Late last night, Dana called and we stayed on the phone for hours talking about her and Jonathan. Her urgency to talk was to tell me she was pregnant and didn't know what to do. She said the baby was, without a doubt, Jonathan's, and said she was positive of that because she and Lewis always used a condom.

I was devastated. Knowing how much Jonathan wanted a child with her, I found myself trying to convince her that the baby could be Lewis's. She assured me it wasn't and told me she intended to break the news to Jonathan this week, before he made his decision.

After we hung up, I was sick to my stomach and threw up all over the place. As we talked, I couldn't help myself from thinking about Jonathan fucking me. I couldn't stop thinking about how much love I had for him, and how much I knew he was also feeling something for me. And now a baby? There was no way in hell he would leave her if he knew she was pregnant with his child.

Surprisingly, though, Dana was one hurt sista. During our conversation, she cried and told me how much she regretted her relationship with Lewis. When I asked if she thought Jonathan would take her back, for the first time in her life, she seemed unsure. She asked me to pray for their marriage and told me how much she appreciated our friendship. She hadn't said those words to me in years. Thing was, I felt bad for her, even though I always said I wouldn't.

I dreaded going to work on Monday. I was happy about seeing Jonathan, but all the drama that was about to explode, I truly wasn't prepared for it.

I got to work about seven o'clock to get there before Jonathan, but he was already there. When I peeked in his office, his back was turned. He sat in his chair, gazing out of the window. I cleared my throat to get his attention. “Good morning,” I said.

He swung his chair around. “Hey, good morning.”

“Did you get a chance to talk to Britney?” I walked farther into his office, lusting by the look of him in his dark gray pinstriped suit.

“Yes, I did. I told you she would understand.”

“Of course she understands. In her mind, she understands that she wants us together. Personally, I think her knowing about our involvement was a big mistake.”

“I disagree, but I'm not one who has always been right about everything either.”

“Neither have I, but she's your child. I'll let you handle her.”

Jonathan went over to the coffee machine and started to pour his coffee. Knowing that I always poured his coffee for him, I walked over and took it away from him. “I can still do this, you know. Just because our personal lives have changed, I would like for our work relationship to remain the same.”

“Suit yourself,” he said, leaning against his desk. “I'm leaving around noon to go see what's up with Britney at school. I should be back no later than two or three. If you wouldn't mind doing a favor for me, I would really appreciate it.”

I handed Jonathan his coffee. “What favor?”

“I need you to make arrangements for Lewis to be at my office around three-thirty today. Contact his supervisor and tell him it's imperative that Lewis sees me today.”

“Jonathan, I don't know if that's a good idea. Why don't you make arrangements to talk to him after work?”

“Naw, I'm cool. My office will be just fine.”

“Okay, if you insist. Just be careful because Lewis is a troublemaker. If Dana broke it off with him, I'm sure he's upset.”

“He'll get over it,” he said, taking a seat. “And there is no doubt that he has definitely caused some serious trouble for me.”

“Yeah, well, so did Dana. We talked last night, and, uh, she seems pretty hurt by all of this. She told me you were going to make your decision about y'all marriage and I was kind of wondering . . .”

“Wondering where my head is?”

“I know where your
head
is, or should I say I know where it's been. I'm just wondering where your mind is?”

Jonathan laughed. “My
head
has had the pleasure of being where it's been, and my mind says to end my marriage. It's my heart that doesn't want to let go.”

Wanting to know more about Jonathan's feelings, I got a chair and rolled it over next to him. He moved the coffee cup aside and locked his hands together.

“There's one thing I need to know,” I whispered.

“What's that?” he whispered back.

“Is that heart of yours feeling anything for me?”

“Just a tiny bit,” he joked, showing me with his fingers. “About this much.”

“That's it, huh?”

“Yeah, that's it. Now, if you ask me how much my mind and my”—he looked down at his dick and cleared his throat—“and that's got for you, we're talking a whole different ballgame.”

“So you enjoy having sex with me that much, huh?”

“So much that it's going to be hard to let go.”

“Who says you have to let it go?”

“Nobody.”

“Then don't even consider such a thing.”

“Maybe I won't, but I need to know something.”

“What?”

“What is it that you want from me? I need to know the truth, and I want you to be completely honest with me.”

“Hmm, let's see.” I closed my eyes, as I was in deep thought. When I felt Jonathan's lips touch mine, I opened my eyes.

“Sexy,” he said. “You are one damn sexy woman.”

“Yes, I am, but you got it going on too.”

“Not like you, though. And tell me something else, while you're thinking about what it is that you want from me.”

“What else?” I smiled.

Jonathan moved face to face with me and grinned. “What makes your pussy so damn good and juicy like that? I mean, damn!”

We burst into laughter. I blushed, and then responded. “It naturally comes that way.”

“Well, I can't seem to get it off my mind. And if you don't exit my office in about five, four, three, two seconds, I'm going to hike up that short-ass flimsy skirt and go to work on you right here and right now.”

I stood up and straightened my skirt. Then I rolled my chair back over to the table. Jonathan watched and waited on a response from me. I stood by the doorway and looked his way.

“In writing, I'm going to put down what I want from you. Trust me when I say that monstrous thing you got in your pants is something I can't hang with on a daily basis; I mean it. It is fulfilling, delightfully tasteful, and if I were your wife, I'd have a gun to my head for fucking up something so good.”

Jonathan looked at his watch and picked up a notepad from his desk. He rushed to the door, but I blocked him from leaving.

“Where are you off to so fast?” I asked.

“Check my calendar, Miss Secretary,” he said, standing closely behind me. “I'm almost late for my seven forty-five meeting.” He moved my arm from the doorway and placed my hand on his dick. “Do you see what those red panties you got on do to me?”

I squeezed his steel, then let go and moved aside for him to exit. “Later, I'm going to let you feel what it is that you do to me, instead of telling you,” I whispered.

Jonathan smacked his notepad against his hand. “I can't wait.”

He walked off and I watched as he opened the door to the boardroom.

I was on a serious high thinking about Jonathan and didn't know how in the hell I would ever come down. For today being Monday, this was normally a moody day for him. I was glad to see things starting to look up for him.

Not being able to concentrate on a darn thing, but writing down what I wanted from Jonathan, I took a break and went downstairs to get a bagel. When I saw Lewis standing in line at the bagel shop, I started to leave but I stood with my arms folded and pretended not to see him. After he got his order, he turned around and noticed me. He grinned, and then took a seat at one of the tables close by the door. On my way out, he reached for my hand. I quickly snatched away.

“Don't touch me,” I hissed.

“Damn, baby. You know you be too hard on a brotha. I just wanted to tell you it was over between your girl and me. Therefore, me and you can hook up now—that's if you want to.”

He winked and I seriously could have spit in his face. “What is with you, fool? Do you really think I'm interested in your stupid ass?”

He snickered, and then bit into his bagel sandwich. After he chewed, he reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth. “Yep,” he said then nodded. “Someday you're going to apologize for disrespecting me. And when I fuck you, and I'm only going to only fuck you once, please don't go falling in love with me like your friend did.”

“Love? Please. Negro, all you were was convenient to her. Just like you're only a convenient fuck for any woman in this place who's looking for something free. Sooner or later, your giveaways are going to run out. Mr. T would like to see you in his office around three-thirty today. Come prepared, and the next time you put your gotdamn hands on me, suggesting that I want you, please, think again.”

I walked away and Lewis got up and followed me.

“Umph. Look at that ass jiggle underneath that skirt. Since I'm a man who knows women, I'd say you don't even have on any panties. And if you do, it's got to be a thong. Red, of course, since your skin is such a lovely chocolate. You seem like a red kind of gal.”

I turned around and smacked the shit out of Lewis. He rubbed his cheek, and when the elevator opened, he stepped inside of it with me. I pushed the eleventh floor and when the elevator started to move, he stopped it.

“You're a feisty-ass something, aren't you?” he said, stepping up to me.

I smacked him again and pushed him back. “Lewis, I'm not playing with you!” I yelled. “G'on before you get hurt!”

“Hurt me, baby,” he said, holding out his hands. Catching me off guard, he quickly reached up and grabbed my neck. “Don't slap me again, bitch! The only one who's going to get hurt is you.”

He squeezed tighter and I grabbed at his hands, trying to stop him. I could barely breathe and my eyes were starting to water.

“See, now look at what you've gotten yourself into.” He pushed my head back and watched as I gasped for air. When a tear rolled down my face, he reached up my skirt and fondled me with his fingers. He jabbed them inside of me then brought his mouth up to my ear. “Daaaamn, that pussy wet. That thong wet too and I'm sure it's because you're so excited about me.” He placed his fingers on his lips and licked them. “Mmmm, delicious. And the next time you see me, don't be so hard on me, okay?” He released my neck and pushed the button on the elevator so it would move again.

I held my throat and tried to catch my breath. Before we got to the eleventh floor, he pushed the fifth floor and tried to get off. Gaining some strength back, I took my foot and kicked him, as hard as I could, right between his legs. He grabbed his dick and when the elevator opened, I jetted off and ran to the staircase.

Lewis came after me. I ran fast up the steps, and when I slipped and fell on one of them, he caught up with me. He grabbed my ankles, and as I started to scream, he pulled me down a few steps. I kicked my feet so he would let loose. Unbelievably strong, he held my feet together and unzipped his pants. I screamed louder and he fell on top of me. He pressed his elbow down on my throat and secured his hand over my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, moving my thong aside. He rubbed his dick against my slit and stared into my eyes, witnessing a very cold look. My look must've done something to him because he removed his hand from my mouth and got off me.

“You don't even deserve me,” he said, zipping his pants. “But the next time I see you, you'd better keep your hands to yourself and have some respect for me or else I might not be so nice.”

Wanting to kill his ass, I rose up, watching as Lewis ran down a flight of stairs and exited. Not knowing what to do, for a while, I sat on the bottom step and held my face in my hands. I couldn't even cry, but I knew this motherfucker was going to pay for what he'd done to me. Since I wasn't up for a bunch of people questioning me, I hurried to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and headed back to my desk. Jonathan was still in his meeting so I left a note and told him I felt ill and needed to go home for the day. After I put the note on his desk, I got my purse and left.

No sooner had I hit the door, I got into the shower. My heart raced as I thought about Lewis putting his hands on me. I was so scared and seriously thought he was going to hurt me. More so, I didn't know what I was going to do. I felt every bit of violated, but the last thing I wanted was to be caught up in a scandal at work. Everybody would know about it, and as mad as Jonathan was at Lewis, if Jonathan found out, I wasn't sure what he would do.

Thinking more about what had happened, I finally got out of the shower and made up my mind to call the police. The nine and one touched my fingers, but for some reason, the other one I just couldn't push. I laid down the phone and sat back on my bed. Then I picked up my pillow and squeezed it closely to my chest. When the phone rang, I jumped. I looked at the caller ID and it was Jonathan calling from the office. I took a hard swallow and answered.

“Sylvia?” he said.

“Huh.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I just got your note. You didn't seem ill when I saw you this morning, so what happened?”

“I, uh, started feeling ill right after you left.”

“Oh, I see. It wasn't because of anything I said or did, was it?”