Steven and I were enjoying a wonderful night together. It was like old times again, he cooked dinner and we watched an old movie, tonight it was Breakfast at Tiffany’s. We were sitting on the couch and I snuggled against him as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm,
“What’s your schedule like?” He looked down at me and smiled,
“It’s pretty tame for the next couple of weeks. The past few weeks were so hectic and stressful, that’s why I couldn’t spend a lot of time with you and I’m sorry. However, it’s calm now, in fact, I’m probably going to go along with you on a few of your trips.” He looked at me slyly,
“That is if you want me to.” My eyes widened and I frowned,
“What do you mean ‘if I want you to’? Of course I want you with me.” I kissed him and his tongue slid into my mouth as his hand cupped my breasts. These times, these were the times that made everything with Steven worth it. The fights, the misunderstandings, the screaming matches, it was all worth it because he was worth it. My friends, they didn't see, they didn't understand him like I did. He was good for me; my life was what it was because of him. There was no telling where I would be without Steven’s love and guidance. My phone rang and I didn't want to get it but at the same time there is no telling who is on the other end and there is no telling what they may say over the answering machine,
“I have to get that.” He groaned,
“Let the machine get it.” I wish I could but we were just over a rough period and there was no way I was willing to risk it all by letting him hear some guy on the phone wishing for some booty call,
“It will just be a minute.” I freed myself from his grasp and ran over to the phone,
“Hello?” I smiled back at Steven as he whined and held his hands out to me,
“Brehan honey, it’s mom.” You have got to be fucking kidding me.
“What do you want?” I could hear her take a deep breath. No, I’m the one in need of the deep breath before I scream,
“Brehan sweetheart, why don’t you come home and visit.” Visit? I haven’t been home in years. The last time I saw home was when I left it at the age of fourteen. The last time I saw my so-called family was two years ago. I was eighteen and they were visiting New York. I decided to try for the sake of trying but the only thing that happened was an argument. My father and mother were busy giving me a hard time about the types of photos I took and their daughter was pestering me about wanting to be a model. As if that were possible, the kid had two chins and she was only eight. Was she eight? That was two years ago and I think she’s ten now, hell I don’t know.
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not?” Why not? Get a clue lady,
“Because we’re not family. You’re not my mother, he’s not my father and your kid is not my sister.” I could hear her begin to cry. If this bitch thought that was going to phase me she had another thing coming,
“Sweetheart, of course we’re family.” The doorbell rang and I looked at Steven and pointed at the door,
“I have to go, someone is at the door.” I turned my back as Steven opened the door,
“Maybe we could come there and visit.” I shook my head,
“Why are you doing this? Look, it’s not going to work. I have to go.” I hung up on her and just in time to hear screaming,
“I figured you would be here with the little bitch.” I walked over and sighed as I watched Steven’s soon-to-be ex-wife walk through my door like she was invited,
“Get out of my house!” I saw Steven trying to wave me off behind her back but I ignored him. I might have been cordial if she hadn’t just barged into my home calling me a bitch.
“Brehan, she’s probably the reason you tried to slime out of this marriage without paying me what I deserve.” Steven shook his head,
“What you deserve? You deserve nothing. You didn't do anything.” She turned to him and through papers at him,
“I raised your son.”
“I wouldn’t have a son if it weren’t for you.” He closed the door and I stood before her,
“Evelyn, get the fuck out.” She snorted at me,
“You whore, how long have you been fucking my husband?” Steven walked over and stood between us,
“Evelyn, leave.” She shook her head,
“You are not going to lowball me Steven.” I knew Steven had offered her five million dollars and child support, what more could the greedy bitch need? That was more than enough,
“I knew you were fucking her. I knew it, she was a little too hot in the pants even as a kid.” She walked past me and stood near the table where Steven and I had dinner, the candles were still lit,
“You stopped doing this for me a long time ago.” She turned to me,
“Once you get old, you’ll be out too. Don’t get too comfortable. But you’re a whore, you deserve every bit of heartache he gives you.” That was it, she had called me whore one two many times. I practically ran over to her and I slapped her so hard she fell to the floor. I was about to pounce on her but Steven pulled me back,
“You crazy bitch, you’re going to pay for that. Trust me.” I fought with Steven, struggling to get away from him,
“Fuck you bitch. You better get out of my house.” I turned my attention to Steven,
“Let me go, I want her.” He held onto me tighter,
“No, it’s not worth it, stop it.” She stood up and walked past me,
“You’ll pay for that, trust me, you’ll pay for that.” He didn't let me go until she was out the door. He walked over and closed the door,
“Just forget about her.” I started to scream at him, I was so fucking pissed,
“Forget about her? She walked into my house, yelling at me. If you put up with that shit from her that’s you, but I’m not going to. I can’t believe you let her do that. I didn’t know you were such a pussy Ste-” Before I could finish his name he slapped me. It had been a long time since he had done that to me,
“Shut up Brehan and calm the hell down. Just forget about it.” I couldn’t believe he did that to me,
“Are you ok? Just relax, it will all be fine.” I nodded as I stood up straight,
“Yes, I’m fine.” He nodded and pulled me to him,
“Now, go try on that little outfit I bought for you.” Just the thought of the lingerie he bought me made me start to tingle. I moaned as he slid his hand down my pants,
“I really want to make love to you.” My eyes closed as he rubbed me but I couldn’t get over the words he chose to use. Steven has never made love to me; in fact I don’t think anyone has ever made love to me. I was completely into how his fingers were making me feel but he stopped abruptly,
“Go change.” I walked into my bedroom and pulled out the hot little red number he picked out for me. They were always red and they were always crotchless or had some type of contraption that made it difficult for me to put on. I loved them and I looked good in them but they were a pain in the ass in more ways than one.
I turned around to see him stnading in the doorway and he smiled,
"I knew it would be perfect on you. That body of yours is amazing, don't ever lose it." I smiled as he walked towards me, my body anticipating every touch he was going to make.
Chapter 41
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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