Turned Out Saga (33 page)

Alexis was about to get in the shower, when she turned on the television. She was about to turn around when she saw a familiar face and that face belonged to Thomas.

What the hell?
She picked up the remote and turned the volume up.

The newscaster was saying, “Thomas Wade, the agent for several well-known athletes was arrested early this morning around three a.m. for solicitation of minors.”

Alexis dropped down on her bed staring at the television.
What the hell is going on?

The newscaster went on, “The police received an anonymous tip that Mr. Thomas was having a gathering at his house and underage call girls were present when they arrived. They found several underage girls drinking, partying, and soliciting.”

At that point, Alexis stopped listening. She was in shock. As she looked around for her phone, she heard it ring. It was under the bed. Alexis bent down to pick up the phone. She didn't even bother to look at the ID.

“So, your boy was locked up last night?” It was Shamel.

Not catching the tone in his voice, she said, “I know. I can't believe this. It can't be true. There must be some kind of mistake.”

This was not what Shamel wanted to hear, he wanted to hear outrage and disgust. “How do you know it's not true? Shit, you never know what someone is capable of.”

She knew he was right but her gut told her in this instance something was off. Even though Thomas was a known womanizer, she knew that he could get almost any woman he wanted. He didn't have to succumb to dating woman that were too young.

What Shamel was saying, Alexis wasn't trying to hear. She needed to get off the phone and find out what the hell was going on.

“Listen Shamel, I don't have time for this. Let me call you back.”

“Call me back?” Shamel looked at the phone. He couldn't believe this shit. He wanted to go off, but he quickly pulled it together and asked, “Can we get together later?”

The last thing Alexis wanted to do was get together. “Not today.”

“How about Sunday? We can go to brunch.”

Alexis, unable to hold it in told him, “Shamel, I want to find out what happened with Thomas. Please let me call you back.”

Shamel didn't respond. He just hung up.

Alexis then dialed Champagne's number, which was busy.
How the hell can a phone be busy when there is call waiting?
She hung up and tried again. This time it went to voice mail.

“Champagne, call me. I just saw the news. What's going on?” She hung up and sat on her bed. She looked at the ceiling and said a silent prayer for Thomas while wondering, what had he gotten himself into. She refused to believe even for a minute that he knew these girls were minors.

While Alexis was wondering what the hell was going on, Thomas was sitting in a cell wondering the same thing.

The gathering had started like all the other gatherings he'd had in the past. Him at the door, greeting people, Zyair mingling, making people feel at home, his assistant making sure she kept up with who came with whom so she could send out thank you cards, which was always important in the business he was in.

On the guest list were several well-known athletes, and quite a few up and coming athletes who were looking for new or better representation. Some came alone and some brought their wives.

There was also a list of women that were invited to these types of functions. It was a secret list that only a few agents had and only a few knew about. These women were high class, sexy, and fine. They knew how to entertain and make a man feel special. They knew how to make him feel like he was the only person in the room. They knew how to stroke a man's ego.

Everyone was on the bottom floor spread out between the dining area, the conversation room and the game room which had two pool tables and some old school video games like
Pac-Man.

A couple of the women had just come in and asked him if they could get in the pool and the Jacuzzi.

He'd told them yes but not to let things get too carried away. He then gave one of the security men the look which meant, “Watch their asses.”

Thomas was walking behind the bar when the bartender told him, “I'll make your drink, that's what you're paying me for.”

“Nah, I've got it,” he told him. He needed to do something other than talk to occupy himself and to keep from noticing that Alexis hadn't arrived. They needed to talk. He'd tried calling her several times but hadn't gotten an answer. Zyair had informed him earlier that Shondell somehow had gotten to her and fed her some bullshit.

Out of all the women from his past for Alexis to run into, she ran into the craziest one out there.

Shondell was the craziest and the freakiest. She could suck dick for hours, fuck for hours, and take it in every hole on her body. For a second there, Thomas thought he was in love with her. Until she started calling him all hours of the night, insisting he tell her where he was, and who he was with. That shit got old real quick and he had to let her go. Initially, she still continued to call and he wouldn't give her the time of day. It wasn't until he told her if she didn't stop calling he'd get a restraining order on her, that she finally stopped but not before cursing him out.

When Thomas first met Shondell he never would have taken her to be a crazy one. As a matter-of-fact, his first impression was of someone that was sophisticated and had her head on her shoulders.

She ran game on him like it wasn't anything. Obviously she knew he grew up in a foster home. That would not have been too hard to find out being that his clients are high profile and he'd given a few interviews himself. She talked about how she was raised by a lady she called her aunt, when the woman was really just a friend of her mother. Her mother was a schizophrenic who had lived in a mental facility since Shondell was a child. Knowing what it's like to grow up without parents, Thomas felt for her and after learning that she herself was a single parent he started to provide by giving her money here and there.

So between the sex she was giving him, which up until that time had been the best he'd experienced and his feeling like her hero, he got caught up. It's when she became sort of a stalker that he had to let her go. He hadn't heard from her in over three months when he ran into her at a night club. She was looking good as hell. Some kind of way; it may have been because of all the liquor he'd consumed, he ended up at a hotel and that night the sex was out of this world.

That was the last time he saw her or heard from her until recently, when she started calling, hanging up or breathing into the phone once again.

When Zyair arrived a few minutes before everyone else with Champagne in tow giving him the evil eye, he had to know why.

“Man, that psycho chick you used to mess with knows Alexis and told her she was having your baby.”

“What? Who?”

“Shondell.”

“What! Where's Champagne, let me talk to her.”

“Nah man, she went to the ladies room and I promised her I wouldn't say anything.”

“Now why would you promise some stupid shit like that?”

“Because I want some pussy tonight.”

Thomas just looked at him. He had to get in touch with Alexis and soon.

* * *

After calling Alexis for the fifth time and accepting she wasn't going to call him back or come to the gathering, he gave up. He needed to mingle with the guests. He'd visit her tomorrow unannounced. She was going to talk to his ass.