Cold (2 page)

              Our first stop was Cindies sex shop. There were so many different sex toys and they even had sexy lingerie. I felt like I was in some kind of dominatrix room. There was all kind of sex tools from chains to whips. They even had a manikin woman you could fuck. I was a little turned on because all I kept thinking about was how I wanted to rub my man down tonight. I just had all of these kinky fantasies playing in my head. Although Michael and I had been married for seven years and together for ten, I still lusted for him like a teenaged girl. Lately he’s been a little distant so I wanted to do something that would bring us closer together like we were before, and I wanted to make tonight count. I was going to fuck the shit out of him. I wanted to remind him why we fell in love and I wanted him to know that the love was still strong. Draya walks up to me smiling and flashing a black dildo in my face.

“How about playing with this when you feel like doing a little…you know…self-pleasuring?” she asked in a sexy playful voice.

Sadly, I almost considered it. It’s not like I was getting some real dick anyway. Michael was either too tired or too busy for sex now.

“
Ummm no I’m getting all the sex I need,” I replied.

Hell I lied but I didn’t want a
nybody to know that me and my husband haven’t had sex in damn near two months, and I damn sure didn’t want my co-worker to know that I wasn’t getting any dick on a regular. As I’m walking towards the toy section, my purse starts buzzing. I reach in and grab my phone. It says unknown on the screen. I didn’t feel like dealing with the mystery caller so I rejected the call. Before I could put my phone back in my purse, my phone buzzed again. It was the unknown caller. The shit was really starting to bother me.

“Hello?” I answered with an attitude.

Once again, there was heavy breathing and there was a long pause and the call went dead. I stood there with the phone up to my ear after the caller hung up. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped back and turned around.

“What’s wrong?”
Draya asked in a concerned voice.

“I keep getting these privat
e calls. They call and hang up,” I said as I shook my head.

With my line of work, this could’ve been anybody.
I put away so many people that I forgot their names.

“Who do you think it could be?”
Draya asked with her eyebrows raised.

“I have no clue
,” I sighed.

I was going t
o find out soon enough though. After I purchased my sex items, Draya and I left. While back home, I decided to play some slow jams. I wanted to set the mood early so when Michael comes through the door, I would already be prepared. I ran myself a nice hot bubble bath and lit some vanilla scented candles. The champagne that Draya bought me had me feeling good already. I didn’t have time to go to the spa, so I thought I’d have my own little spa day at home. While looking in the mirror, I slowly undressed. I pretended Michael was in front of me and I began stripping and grinding my hips to beat of the music. I wasn’t sure if it was the slow jams that had me feeling myself, but I was feeling sexy. I walked over to the tub and stuck one foot in. The temperature was just right, so I then eased the rest of my body down in the water. It was like the water was massaging every ache on my body.

After spending an hour
in the tub, I went to my room and pulled out my lingerie that I bought from Cindies. I held it up and examined it trying to imagine what it would look like on my body. It was all red like blood. I wasted no time putting it on because there wasn’t really much to put on. I was pretty impressed with what I was seeing as I stood in the mirror. I nodded my head as if I was complimenting myself in third person. The one piece fit my body like red paint. It was so see through that if it wasn’t red, you would think that I was completely naked. It covered most of my breast except for my nipples and my pussy sat up perfectly. I turned around to examine the back. My ass looked sweeter than a Georgia peach and my booty cheeks swallowed the entire thong. My 6 inch red pumps complimented my calf muscles. My ass clapped the every time I took a step.

I went down stairs
to light some more candles and prepare a light meal. Michael should be home any minute. I didn’t want to call. I just wanted to surprise him when he walked through the door. To beat time, I decide to go over my curls and add another coat of red lipstick on.  An hour goes by and Michael still haven’t showed up or called, so I decide to call him. He didn’t answer so I hung up and called back but he rejected the call. I started to become impatient so I sent him a text. I couldn’t believe this. He knew today was a special day but he fucked it up. Another hour goes by and at this point, I’m pissed off. I decide to call again but this time his phone goes to voicemail.

I blew the candles out and went to the bathroom to wipe off my lipstick. I took off my lingerie and put on my robe. I wasn’t about to stand there like a fool waiting for him to come home.
I popped some popcorn and tried to find a good movie on TV. Although I was mad at my husband, I wasn’t ready to think the worst just yet. There had to be a good explanation as to why he wasn’t answering his phone. I lay on the couch until I fell asleep.  While I’m lying on the couch, my alarm goes off. I reach on the floor for my phone. It says 7 a.m. on the screen. I get up and search the house but there’s still no sight of Michael. I was in disbelief. I didn’t know whether to be angry or worried. I went to the garage to see if Michael’s BMW is parked but there was only my car.

“Wow
,” I said to myself as I dialed his number.

Before his phone reaches the second ring, the garage door began to lift up. It was Michael
’s ass pulling up. Before he could pull the key out of the ignition and get out, I was already at the car door. He gets out and barely makes eye contact with me.

“So where were you Michael?” I asked angrily.

“Tiff I was working late and my phone died.”

I gave his ass the “you must think I’m stupid” look. He didn’t budge
. He just gave me this sorry ass apology, grabbed his suitcase out of the car and walked in the house. It was at that very moment that I knew something wasn’t quite right.

It was like a blow to the gut. With all of these suspicions, I still wasn’t ready to think the worst.
Monday was just another day and I had two cases on my desk, but I really wasn’t in the best mood. Although I let the shit slide with Michael for forgetting our anniversary, it was still on my mind. To make up for his mistake, he was going to put together a nice dinner date and Carl and his wife Tangy was invited. Draya comes into my office and stand in the middle of the door way smiling.

“So how was your anniversary?” she asked excitedly.

I wanted to lie and say it went well, but I couldn’t continue to pretend as if everything was going great between me and Michael so I just looked at her and shook my head.

“He forgot our anniversary and he didn’t come h
ome or even call me. He walked his ass in the house the next morning as if everything was alright.”

Talking about it made me feel like I was reliving it all over again. I was over the whole anniversary thing. What was bothering me was the fact that he didn’t come home until the next morning. I didn’t want to be naïve but I also didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Michael has worked over night in the past
, but it seems like he was working late all the time now. Draya stood there with her mouth open as if she was really in shock.

“Wow
,” she responded. “Do you think he’s cheating?” she asked with her eyebrows raised.

I didn’
t want to let my mind go there so I just no. Quickly changing the subject I asked, “Are you through with those files I gave to you? I’ll need them in a couple of days.”

Nodding her head
she responded, “I should be through tomorrow.”

I cut on my computer to check my email and my phone buzzed. It said unknown caller on the screen. I wanted to take my phone and crush it into pieces. I rejected the call and continued to scroll
through my emails. My phone then buzzed again. ‘
Was this some kind of joke?’
I wondered to myself. This had to be an angry criminal or a family member of an angry criminal I put away. I couldn’t just change my number because I had too many clients and my phone was a part of my work. I walked down the hall to pour myself a cup of coffee and ran into one of my colleagues.

“Hey Melanie
,” I said reluctantly.

She just walked past me without speaking.
We never saw eye to eye and her liking my husband didn’t make us working together easy either. One year I invited her to one of my Christmas parties and I don’t know if she was just drunk or crazy, but she was all in my man’s face. She was rubbing on his chest and arms, but what really pissed me off was she grabbed his dick. Before I knew it, I was all over her beating her ass. I know it was unprofessional on my part but she was wrong. The shit happened years ago so I figured that she would be over it already. While I’m back in my office looking over a few cases, my office phone rings. I was so paranoid; I was always thinking it was the mystery caller.

“Mrs. Moore you ha
ve a call on line one.”

I took a deep breath and braced myself.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s Michael.”

With a smile on my face, I answered, “Put him through.”

Since he forgot our anniversary, he was trying to kiss ass.

“
Hey baby. I made dinner reservations for tonight. Are you sure you want to invite Tangy and Carl because I wanted to spend some alone time with you.”

I sighed
, “Yes, they are our good friends and I’ve been trying to set up a double date. Besides, I already invited them.”

After getting off the phone with Michael, I felt better. Whatever anger or su
spicion I had towards him kind of faded. It seems like he was trying. The day zoomed by although my morning started off a little slow. I decided to leave work early. I pulled into the garage and seen Michael’s car.
‘Hmm I wonder why Michael is home so early,’
I thought to myself. I hurry up and pull the key out of the ignition and walk in the house. It was so quiet and there was no sight of Michael. I slowly tip toe up the stairs. I walk to my room and put my ear to the door to check for movement. I slowly open the door and walk in. I stood there with my mouth open. Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed half naked with rose pedals everywhere and he had my favorite bottle of wine on the dresser. I was smiling so hard, my cheeks started to burn.   He then scoots closer to the edge of the bed and grabs my hand and pulls me close to him. He stood up and pulled me closer. I could smell his cologne. I could see the veins in his arms. I’m not sure if he worked out today but he looked more muscular. His abs were rock hard and so was his dick and it was trying to burst out of his boxers. He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. The kiss was so powerful, it made my knees buckle.

While kissing me, he was rotating his tongue in this circular rhythm. It tasted sweet like honey. Keeping the circular motion going with his tongue, Michael moved down to my neck. It sent chills down my back. I didn’t know where this was coming from
, but I was enjoying every bit of it. Michael unbuttoned my shirt and pulled one of my breasts out of my bra and began sucking on my nipples. By this point, I’m on fire. I threw my head back and let out this deep sigh. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist and he was laying me on the bed. Michael pulled my skirt down and ripped my panties off. My heart was beating fast and I was breathing heavy. While he’s still kissing me, he pulls his boxers off. I could feel his erect dick rubbing up against my thigh. My pussy was throbbing and I couldn’t take him teasing me any longer. As soon as Michael slid inside of me, I let out this deep moan. He was stroking me so good and long, my mouth started to water and tears were coming out of my eyes. I had my legs on his shoulders. He was moaning and licking his lips. Every stroke became more intense. The final stroke was so strong, he let out a roar and both of our bodies went limp.

Breathing hard
I asked, “Where did this come from?”

Michael lifted his head up and responded
, “I just thought I’d make up for the other night.”

He rolled off of me and walked to the shower. I grabbed a towel and this time I was able to join him. Michael gently washed my back as the shower rained down on me. I couldn’t believe how amaz
ing he was being. I felt like I had won my husband back. After showering, we then held each other tight. I didn’t want to let go. Words couldn’t express how much I loved my husband and I was happy to be back in his arms again. It’s almost time for us to get ready for our dinner date and I’m going through my closet trying to find something to wear. I pulled out a red dress, held it up and looked at Michael.

“How does this look baby?” I asked him with one eyebrow raised.

He steps back to examine the dress better and responds, “It looks good. I think it will go great with your red lipstick.”

I smile
d and laid the dress across the bed.

“Thanks baby.” 

While looking for the perfect shoes, my phone buzzed. I grab my phone and look at the screen. It was the mystery caller.

“Great, a
nother fucking call!” I sighed loudly to myself as I rejected the call.

“Michael looks at me with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong Tiff?” he asked with concern.

“I’ve been getting these private calls. They call, breathe into the phone like a maniac and hang up.”

I was ready to get to the bottom of this. It was bothering me that I didn’t know who it was. My phone then buzzed again. It was the private caller. Michael grabs my phone and in a deep tone he answers, “Whoever this is calling my wife needs to stop with the bull…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the caller hung up. I just shook my head and stared off into space trying to figure out who could be this childis
h. I and Michael finished getting dressed and headed out the door. When we get to the restaurant, we immediately spot Carl and Tangy. I walked over to them and gave them a hug. Michael walks up to Carl and shakes his hand and gives Tangy a kiss on the cheek. While sitting at the table waiting for our food, we catch up on each other.

“So how have you guys been?” Carl asked with a big grin on his face.

I was still upset about the private call. I guess Carl could sense something was wrong. He and Tangy looked at Michael with frowns on their faces and in a joking voice Tangy asks, “Mike, what did you do to her?”

Shaking my head, I looked at them with a serious face.

“It’s not Michael. Someone has been calling my phone and hanging up. The shit is crazy. It’s like an everyday thing,” I sighed.

“Who do you think it could be Tiff?”
Carl asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that out for
weeks.”

Michael grabs my hand and looks at me with sympathy in his eyes.

“It’s okay baby. We’ll get to the bottom of this shit soon; I promise but right now let’s enjoy our night.”

We ate our food, had a few drinks and laughed the whole night. After we paid for our dinner, we left the restaurant tipsy.
On our way home, Michael stopped at a gas station. When he comes out of the store, he is approached by a white male. I couldn’t make out the conversation, but I could tell from Michael’s body language, he was irritated. The guy looked so familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on who he was. Michael finally gets the man to calm down and walk away. He walks back toward the car and pumps gas and gets back in the driver’s seat.

Looking
at Michael as if he was a ghost I asked, “Honey is everything alright? Who the hell was that?”

Michael looked at me and shook his head.

“It was an old client of mine. He’s been calling me about his case, but I’ve been too busy to answer the call so I guess he followed me.”

In shock, I responded
, “Ok that’s just crazy and unsafe.”

I could tell he was frustrated and didn’t really want to
hear what I had to say.

“Tiff everything is fine. I’m a grown man and I can handle whatever comes my way.”

I just stared at him like he was crazy and didn’t say anything else about the encounter I just witnessed. The ride home was very quiet. I was extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t understand why someone would follow us at 11:00 at night. Although Michael reassured me that everything was fine, I still felt like something was wrong. Was my husband’s life in danger?