The Truth Behind The Lies (24 page)

I left my house within an hour. I headed over to the post office to mail the box of gifts back to David. I probably wouldn’t have worn the items anymore anyway. I usually discard all items given to me by exes. That’s just how I do.

I was so relieved to send that box off to that fool. I sent it right to his recording studio. Someone was going to have to sign for it. I needed proof I gave all that stuff back. I had planned to go into Bash’s house and act like he hadn’t told me his wife went missing ten years ago. Well that was the plan.

I arrived after Bash. His Porsche was parked out front. He pulled up so I could have the vacant space closest to the front door. It was a nice gesture but he had a circular driveway so I wouldn’t have far to walk no matter where I parked.

I grabbed my bag from the trunk. I walked into the front door, the door that was never locked. I entered and ran into little Javier.

“Hi Nina.”

“Hi Javi, how was school.” The little boy was so cute. He looked like a little Ricky Martin.

“It was great. We went on a field trip.”

“Where did you guys go?”

“The zoo.”

“Oh my that is great.” Seeing Javi made me want a kid of my own. He made me think of that perfect date Bash and I had at the zoo. He also made me think about the birth control pills I sometimes forgot to take.

I had only missed a few pills here and there since I had been seeing Bash. It never was on purpose. It was just my stupid absentmindedness. I’m sure it had to do with my dual residence. I didn’t officially live with Bash but packing a bag everyday made it easy to forget some things. Changing purses to match outfits made it hard to remember everything. I have forgotten my wallet before, my makeup bag, my earrings.

I made my way up the stairs. Bash was wet from a fresh shower. He smelled clean. He was standing in front of me in a towel. This was very distracting. I’m not sure I will ever get use to it.

“What took you so long to get here?”

“What happened to hello?” I barked.

“Hello.” He took my shoulders in his hands and pulled me in for a quick kiss on the lips.

“I had to go to the post office. The line was ridiculous.”

“You’re always on time. I wanted to text you but I didn’t want to be too overprotective.”

“You can be overprotective. I will allow it.”

He smiled. He walked toward the mirror. He grabbed a comb and ran it through his hair. This was rare. Bash washed his hair every day but he rarely combed it. He would just let it do whatever it wanted to do. I raked it with my fingers a few times just to get it going in the right direction.

“I want to ask you about Caroline.”

“You do?” He stopped and turned toward me. He raised one of his perfect blonde eyebrows.

“Yes, its not everyday you date someone that wife went missing. I want to know the backstory.”

“I hate the story but I will tell you whatever you want to know. You obviously feel some way about it, about her.”

“Obviously.” I took a few steps away from him. He looked too damn good in that towel. “Where did you meet her?”

“In college, well near the college. She worked at an off campus restaurant I frequented.”

“Was it love at first sight?” Okay kill me now. That was a dumb ass question.

“No. I didn’t believe in love at first sight back then. She flirted with me. I flirted back.”

“And?”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time. Caroline, she was pretty. She reminded me of Sharon Stone.”

“Did you love her?”

“When we married I did? I was young. We were young.”

“Did you love her when she disappeared?”

He hit me with silence. I didn’t think the question was that damn complex. I’m waiting Mr. Vandervol.

“I ah, I ah, I didn’t love her at that time. Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“She changed.”

“Did she change or did you change?” I’m really not trying to sound like a bitch. I just need to know.

“She changed.”

“Do you miss her?”

“No.” His response was much too quick.

“Why not?”

“It’s been too long. Why do you want to know these things? I don’t understand why they would matter to you.”

“I barely know you.”

He frowned. “That’s bullshit. You know me very well.”

“I know this Bash in front of me. I don’t know the childhood Bash, the married Bash or the Bash with the missing wife.”

“My wife was missing. Now she’s legally dead.”

“You sound so cold when you say it.”

“I don’t think you can judge my tone. You have never had a missing spouse. You have never had to declare someone legally dead. You have never had a legally dead husband. Actually you have never had a husband.”

My face went into ugly mode. “That was cruel. Are you being mean to me?” Damn, I sound like I’m in junior high.

“I’m stating the facts.”

“I’m asking questions.” I snapped back.

“Yes you are and I’m giving you answers you don’t seem to like. I’m the one being interrogated by you. You don’t have the right to get your feelings hurt. Ask the stupid questions so we can be done with this. I want to fuck you.”

What? He want to fuck. Who? Why was I turned on by his asshole commentary? This man right here is going to make me fuck him up. I will not be sidetracked.

“Tell me what happened the day she went missing.”

“I remember it was a Monday.” Bash left me standing as he took a seat on the couch. “I got up and went to work. She didn’t have a job. We agreed that she would be a stay-at-home mother. Money wasn’t an issue. Caroline she didn’t want to work and I was supportive of everything she wanted to do or not do. I was naïve, young and naïve. Well I worked late that day then I met my friend Graziano. We watched Monday night football at his place. He has a really lavish man-cave in the basement of his house. His wife made dinner it was gnocchi. I remember that because it was the first time I ever had gnocchi. I drink too much beer at his place. He drove me home. It was late. I got home and Caroline wasn’t there. I called her a few times and left messages on her cell. The police found her car abandoned two days later in Michigan. Her purse was in the car but her wallet was missing. There were leads but they all went cold. Days passed, months passed, years passed. That’s it. There is no more. After years of nothing, no viable or credible leads, I decided to have her presumed dead.”

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” Bash looked at me with this confused expression. “Should I be sorry this happened to you?”

“No, you shouldn’t worry about the tragedies of my past. That was ten years ago. You are right now. I love you.”

“You love me?” I walked over to him on the couch. I stood directly in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I just do.” He reached one hand up to me. “Come to me.” I took his hand. “Kneel please.”

I rolled my eyes. Really? If he had his way my mouth would be connected to his dick.

“What’s under the towel?”

“A Dreamsicle.”

“A Creamsicle.”

“That too.”

Fine. I want to do it any way. As soon as I saw him in the towel the thought entered my mind. I hate the way Bash is always reading my thoughts. Maybe I love it. I lowered myself down on both my knees. He was smiling widely.

His dick was smooth. He loved to see my lipstick ring around his shaft. I had to admit I love to see it too.

I slowly unwrapped the towel around his waist. I was confronted with a view of his waiting erection. I ran my hands up his thighs and moved closer to his Creamsicle. The ice cream was inside and I was determined to get it out. It wouldn’t be long. I was good. Fellatio Queen comes to mind but I’m not one to brag. Bash thought he had learned to last longer. He thought. Right. I actually just put less effort in to make him think he could take my blowies.

I spread his legs and placed my head between them. His balls were smashed into the couch. I gently pulled them forward so they could breathe.

“Nina.” Bash always said my name before I sucked him off. I’m not sure why. But it always made me smile. He never smiled back. He just stared down at me with his eyes half hooded behind his pale veiny lids. His eyes seemed to beg. This was unusual because he never had to beg. I was going to suck his dick whenever he wanted it and whenever I wanted to. So he never had to worry. I loved pleasing him. His huge dick was a challenge to me every single time I placed my lips around it. The novelty would never wear off. He was the reason I knew I had jaws of steel.

I traced the veins on the top of his dick with my fingertips. My thumb joined and rubbed the underside. I took him in my hand and pointed him to the ceiling. I released my tongue and licked the underside of him.

“Ummm!”

I licked the bulging dome first and patted my tongue right over the top. He winced. He was so cute. I soaked the top and applied just a little pressure. I rolled my tongue in loose circles. The sweetest beads of precum oozed from the head of his dick. I closed my eyes as a licked it up. Yum! Yum!

“Ummm!” I closed my eyes. I pressed my lips together. I moved them back and forth on the ridge that connected the head to the shaft. I had to loosen my mouth to move further down his pole.

The wetter my mouth became the easier it was to move down his thickness. I bobbed my head up and down. I could never make it all the way to the base no matter how hard I tried. One day. I opened my eyes to the contracting muscles of his abdomen.

Bash ran his fingers into my hair but he knew not to push my face down on him. He wanted to hold on. He wanted to savor my misty mouth before he came.

I quickened my pace and grabbed the base of his shaft. I connected my fist to my mouth and provided just enough suction to send my German over the top.

I could feel him pulsate inside my mouth. I did everything in my power to match the rhythm and I tightened my lips. It helped that he was panting like he was about to stroke out. His chants give me life. His chants made me feel like the Queen Bee. Not Beyoncé. Not Lil Kim. Queen Nina.

“Ummm!” I hummed over his massive throbbing dick.

Hot lava erupted into my mouth and coated my teeth. The warmth hit the roof of my mouth and slid down the back of my throat. I swallowed once, than twice. Bash always had more cum than average. I sucked a few dicks in my day so I had plenty to compare him to.

I love making his toes curl.

He can appreciate my superhead skills.

NINA

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THRUSDAY
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FRIDAY
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Bash and I woke up to the sound of high-pitched screaming. The screaming ended as soon as we were alert. In the doorway of his bedroom, a young woman was standing with her arms crossed over her B cupped chest. She was livid. Her face made that abundantly clear.

I could see that much through my half awake eyes. I can’t believe Bash has me in some stupid love triangle. This thin blonde chick has got to be his girlfriend. A girlfriend that I didn’t even know existed.

“Father, who is this?” The blonde stated answering my invisible question. I was wrong. This is his daughter, a grown daughter.

“Eva what are you doing here?” Bash rubbed his eyes and mumbled.

“What do you mean? It’s the anniversary of mom’s disappearance.”

Bash sat up in bed and ran his hands across his face and then through his mussed up hair. What she say?

“You never come home. You haven’t come home in the last three years.”

“I see you aren’t broken up by this anniversary. I never got the memo that you had moved on from mom. I never got the memo that you were fucking someone.”

Did this girl just clown her father? Did she just clown him right in front of me?

“Eva, are you taking your meds?” Bash asked.

“Are you serious? Did you just say that in front of this hooker?”

Me a hooker, well I’ll be.

“Eva, apologize right now!”

“I’m sorry I caught you in bed with a whore.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” Bash half-ass shouted.

“Fuck you! Fuck her!” She yelled.

I had grabbed one of the sheets and wrapped myself in it. I swung my feet to the carpet and tried to calm myself. I wanted to flee from this drama so badly.

Eva was staring at me with evil beady blue eyes. She was really being a disrespectful bitch. Everything in me said, punch this spoiled bitch in the face. I can throw my Masters degree to the left, to the left and throw a punch to the right.

Bash hadn’t moved from the bed. “Eva, Nina is my girlfriend. Apologize to her right now.” His voice was calm, too damn calm if you ask me.

“Your girlfriend. Fuck no!” Eva was glaring at me while she denounced our union, a union I didn’t even know about. I didn’t no I had a title. Maybe he just meant girl that was a friend.