Memoirs Of A Gigolo (15 page)

I walked around and sat on a beautiful armchair. I would love to have a few of these pieces in my apartment. “Would you like something to drink?” Renee asked. “No, thanks, I just want to talk to you about Nick.” “I’ve never seen him so upset about any woman, or man.”

“You see Renée, you’re a distraction, and if you’re not sincere you need to tell him.” “Ok, Aaron I see what this is all about.” “You’re in love with Nick.” I replied feeling her pain, “Yes that might be true, but I won’t let him be hurt by the likes of you.” “How does he feel about you?”  “Renee listen, I don’t have to explain my feelings for Nick to you.” “You might have money, but bitch that doesn’t mean shit in my book.” “You’ll never find a better guy than Nickolas Green.” “I know Aaron, so you can climb down off your soap box, and breathe.” 

“Not before you get back on your broom, and fly back to where ever you came from.” “Look who’s being a bitch now.” “I don’t think it’s up to you to decide what I do” “I know your type Renee; you’re a user who wants daddy’s love, and he’s busy loving another.” She said looking a bit shocked, “That may be, but you’re in love with a man that loves another.”

“So you and I are one and the same loving something that doesn’t love us back.” “I love Nick, and I won’t let him go that easy.” “If you love him tell your father, and prove it, but not to me or Nick, but yourself.” “I will always love him afar, but you have a real chance so don’t blow it.” Renee agreed, “Your right Aaron and I won’t, but where is Nick now?” “He’s at my apartment, why?” “I want to be with him right now… I love him.”

“I won’t do this until you call your father and tell him about your engagement.” “You want me to call my father right now?” she asked. “Yes, and I’m not leaving till you do.” “All right I will, and Aaron I’m glad he has a friend like you.” After calling her father, I gave her the keys to my car, and my apartment.  I was excited about Nick finally being happy even if it wasn’t with me.

“Where had the time gone? It seemed like yesterday we were moving to L.A, and now Stephora was delivering in a few weeks. Nick was throwing a party, and I was attending alone.

Stephora wanted to stay at home, because she didn’t want to deliver at a party. Mom and Janet had been here since Christmas, and planned on staying until after the baby was born. Janet was almost two, but a bit of a hand full, but she was so beautiful. I hired a nanny to help mom, but she insisted she didn’t need her.

I glanced once more in the mirror to making sure my tie was on straight. “Stephora,” I asked, “Where are my cufflinks?” ”I can’t seem to find them.” “How would I know, and did you look in my jewelry box on the dresser?” Stephora was snappy all the time, but I guess I would be too if I had to carry around twenty extra pounds.

I took the cufflinks out and tried to put them on when mom walks in. “Let me do that son, and don’t you look so handsome in your tux.” I said smiling down at her, “Thanks Mom, and is baby Janet finally asleep?”

“Yes thank god, because that little girl of yours has so much energy.” “I know Mom, but you don’t have to try to do everything, because you do have Consuela.” “I know, but I love being with her.” “Juan you don’t have to worry about me.” “I took care of you by myself.” “Mom I had babysitters, and I turned out just fine.” “You’re not getting any younger you know.” “That’s true, but I can still run circles around you,” she laughed.

“All right I won’t argue with you on this, and I need to get going.” “If you need anything just call my phone.” “I love you, and don’t wait up.” After me kissing Stephora, I left for the party.

Nick had leased out the Beverly Palms for the party, and of course it was a spectacular event.

Everybody that was anybody was there, and it wouldn’t be Nick’s party if they weren’t. Renée and Nick were becoming the who’s who of Beverly Hills. They were always at one social event or the other rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.

I guess Nick was getting what he wanted, money and fame. The agency was still making money, but he was almost never there. Aaron seemed to be running the place on his own, and I must say he was a natural.

I sat down at the bar ordered a drink, and watched all the fakers. Nothing about Hollywood was real. It was a movie in itself. 

“I looked up, and here comes the power couple now,” I thought. “Donavan you made it, and I’m sure Stephora is miserable with the baby coming soon.” “Yes she is Renée, but she sends her love.” Renee smirked and said, “I’m sure she didn’t say love.” Maybe I exaggerated a little; I laughed. The truth was she still didn’t care for Renée much. 

The divorce between Graham and Stephora was almost finalized. I hired one of the best attorneys to handle the case, and she was expected to make away with the king’s ransom. I must say Graham was less than happy about it. He was still going to fight her for custody of the child if it were his. I wasn’t worried about it; because I was sure it was mine.  I noticed that Shelia was here with her husband but that didn’t stop her from stalking me.

I saw her walking in my direction, and I stood my ground. I wasn’t going to let this woman fuck things up for me. “Donavan you’re alone tonight.” “Where is that pretty wife of yours?” “She’s having our baby soon, and a party is no place to be.” “I’ve told you once that my family is off limits.”

“Why aren’t you over there with your husband?” I asked. “He’s talking with a potential client, and that gives me time to talk to you.” Shelia said, “If you keep avoiding my calls I’ll have to speak to that pretty pregnant girlfriend about how you spend your time.”

I asked looking her straight in the face, “Is that a threat Shelia, because if it is I’m sure your husband would like to know how you spend his money?”

“You see Shelia you stand to lose more than I do if ever this got out.” She replied her eyes narrow slits, “I’ll be by the office Monday around 12:00.” “Have your assistant leave time open for at least an hour, if not two.” “If you’re through making demands, I’m going home now to make love to my beautiful girlfriend.” “You do that handsome, but make sure you leave some for me,” she smirked. 

I informed Nick I was calling it a night and leaving before midnight to be with my family.   After leaving the party I made it home in time to open a bottle of champagne, and brought in the New Year with the people that mattered most.

I thought I could handle it at first, but lately Shelia was always at my office, or blowing up my phone. I knew she was a freak for the pipe, but I was beginning to think she was dangerous. I was flying to Paris at least once a month, and I was becoming concerned about my family.

Shelia was always showing up in places she thought I would be. I thought about filing a complaint, but decided against it.  I installed extra security cameras around the house just to be on the safe side. I didn’t want Stephora to become suspicious or anxious. 

This was my problem, and I was going to handle it my way. Monday morning I stopped by the agency to talk with Nick in private. I called ahead to make sure he would be in.

“Aaron, has Nick gotten here yet?” I asked anxiously. “Yes, and I believe he’s in his office.” I walked in, and he was sitting behind his desk. “Good morning Donavan, what’s up?”

“I’ve got this problem with my realtor, and it’s getting out of hand.” “I’m not sure how to handle it.” “Is she a client? “Yes, and she’s paying for my office space.” “She keeps making these demands, and she’s threatening to tell Stephora.”

“You know I can’t let that happen, and I can’t go to the police.” Nick said stand on his feet now, “Nip this shit in the butt, and tell Stephora yourself.” “It would end this shit completely.”

I said trying to calm him down, “You know I told her I was out of the business, and I can’t tell her now that I’m back in.”  “I’ll tell her after the baby is born, but what do I do about this bitch in the mean time?”

“Why don’t you call her husband, and tell him or set it up somehow, so he finds out.”  “Maybe if found he out accidentally that he was paying for the lease.” “Or that you were banging his wife, it would stop.” “Don’t worry, and let me handle things from here.” I said thinking it might work, “Thanks Nick, and I owe you one.” “No problem, it will be taken care of quietly.” I wasn’t sure I took it to the right person, but I had to tell someone.

Of course, Shelia was at my office like clockwork begging to be fucked.  She walks in, in her Chanel suit wearing no panties as usual.

“Tamara would you hold all my calls,” I instructed my assistant. “Sure Mr. Jacobs and Mrs. Fox would you like something to drink.” “Not now darling maybe afterwards.”  I shut my office door, and when I turned around Shelia was on top of my desk ready and waiting.

“Come on sugar I’ve been waiting on this all weekend.” “I want to give that pretty little girlfriend of yours a taste of my pussy.” I hated this because I was no longer calling the shots, but I did love the taste of her.

She was climbing the walls as I brought her to the first of many climaxes. She had the upper hand, and now I was going to take control. I took my belt off and wrapped it around my hand spanking her like the bitch she was. She moaned and wiggled begging me for more.  Her body was covered with strap marks, but she loved it.

This bitch wanted me to have control, and I took it. I sat in my chair letting her suck me until I exploded, and she never missed a drop. I grabbed water from the fridge handing her one as she slipped on the clothes.

“Shelia, you can’t keep coming to my office like this I’m running a business here.” “Tell me you didn’t enjoy every minute of it?” “That’s not the point Shelia, and you know it.”  “The point is Donavan I love fucking you, and until I get tired, I will do as I please.” “Your money will be in your account as usual.”

“I loved the spanking it was exhilarating!” “And next time I want more of the same.” “What’s your husband going to say about the marks?” I asked. “Donavan darling my husband is impotent and we never make love anymore.” “He knows that I have lovers, and did you think you were my first?” “I think I’m falling for you Donavan, and you will always be my lover.”

“Shelia this isn’t about feelings, and you know it....” “It’s about control.” “I won’t be controlled by you, or anybody else.” “I’ll be back tomorrow at the same time,” she said. “We have to do this somewhere else and not here.” “We can meet at Wilshire.” “I’ll make the reservations, and I’ll call you with the details.”

I groaned, “Just leave now Shelia I have a client at two.” “Bye Lover and I will see you at twelve.” This was going to stop; the money wasn’t worth it.

I went home after seeing my last client, and I was exhausted. Mom had made dinner, but my mind was in total limbo. Mom informed me that she called the doctor, because Stephora was having premature labor pains. I went upstairs to make sure she was doing ok.

She was sitting in the chair beside our bed, and she looked miserable. “Honey are you all right mom told me she had to call the doctor.” “I think I’m really in labor, and the pains are fifteen minutes apart.”  We better get you to the hospital. I’ll called the doctor, and let him know were en route to the hospital. “Donavan, please don’t forget my overnight bag.” I replied, “I’ve got it, we need to get you to the car.”

Donavan Noel Jacobs Jr. was born at 12 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Nick brought by cigars and champagne, and we celebrated my son being born.

The whole ordeal took a lot out of Stephora, and her parents were due in that night. She hadn’t seen her parents in a while, and was glad they were visiting. I didn’t know what to think about their coming, but they were her parents.

I wanted to stay until Stephora woke up. She was so beautiful lying there. In walks the nurse and says she needs a vial of blood from Noel because I wanted to get this paternity thing behind us. She swabs my mouth, and I prayed because I wanted so much for him to be mine. “There was no way I’d let Graham take our son, and it didn’t care who’s child he was.

The baby needed feeding, so I picked him up in my arms and my life passed before my eyes. There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for the two of them. They were my life. I knew at that moment things would have to change, but how? I wanted them to have a life without recourse.

I needed to get out of the escort business, and let Nick have it. My brokerage firm was doing well, and I had a substantial saving’s.  I didn’t want to cheat my family out of anything, and right now I felt I was.

The next morning I sent my car to pick up Claudette and Franklin from the airport. Stephora seemed happy now as she held Noel, and I was happy because she was happy. 

Sephora’s parents walked in, and she said, “Momma, Poppa I’m so glad you made it,” and they said hello in a language I didn’t quite understand.  Franklin turns and extends his hand, “You must be Donavan; I’ve heard so much about you.” I replied, “Hello, and it so good to meet you.” Claudette seemed a bit standoffish, but I chalked it up to being in a strange place.

“Chica your baby is beautiful.” “Almost as beautiful as you were.” She smiled, “Thanks poppa, but to me he looks like Donavan.” Claudette seemed a bit put off by the idea of my son looking like me. She said, “Honey I’m going to go, and make sure everything is in order at the house.”

“You two will be staying at the house am I right?” I asked. Franklin stood there as if not knowing how to answer the question. “Of course they are honey, and why wouldn’t they?”

Franklin replied, “Chica, I think it would be better if we stayed at the hotel.” “We don’t want to put anyone out, and we already have reservations at the Hilton.” “How long are you intending to stay, and it’s expensive.” “Don’t worry about it Graham has already paid for our stay.” “Momma, are you kidding me?” “You know Graham and I are going through a divorce.” Her mom answered looking at me from the corner of her eye, “He insisted on paying, and since the two of you aren’t married I thought it best.”

This was a slap in the face, but I tried not to let on. I said, “Its fine Stephora, if your parents want to stay at the hotel.” “No, it’s not Donavan, and I can’t believe they would come here and insult us this way.” I knew who was wearing the pants in this household. “Poppa I know you don’t want to stay in a hotel.” “Stephora it’s really up to your mother, and I’m ok with it.”

“I’m just going to get out of here, and honey call me if you need me,” I said feeling for my beautiful wife. I saw the tears in her eyes.

“It’s Ok Stephora, but Graham has more money, that’s all,” and I left the room.” I was so furious with her parent I couldn’t think straight, but Graham had accustomed them to a certain lifestyle. When you come from nothing, and suddenly you are living better, it makes a difference.

How could I blame them? They didn’t have to hurt Stephora though. I stopped at Surge to have a drink, and settle my anger.

My phone started to ring, and it was Shelia. I had forgotten about our rendezvous. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone, “Hello Shelia, what’s the room number.” She laughed and said, “I’m at the Wilshire, suite 2225, and I’ll be waiting.” I needed a stress reliever, and at that point I didn’t care.

I downed my drink and drove to the Wilshire. I gave Shelia exactly what she wanted, and then some.  “Donavan you seemed tense today, but I must say I loved it.” I laid there inside my head thinking about this whole fucked up situation.  “Shelia, we won’t be doing this anymore.” “I’m getting out of the business.”