Twisted Vows of Seduction (22 page)

“Daddy, I'm hungry.”

“What about you, Ménage? I'm sorry, Ebony,” Jeff corrected.

“Starving,” she said.

“All right. What are you ladies in the mood for?”

“Spaghetti,” Deandra shot.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Ménage said.

“Olive Garden it is then,” Jeff said.

Deandra and Ménage slipped each other a victorious grin.

Ménage then leaned back in her seat to strategize her plot even more. She couldn't afford to mess this up. She looked back down at her phone, which she had placed on silent. There were seven more missed calls from Slug. Yep, she had to pull this off. Her money, her career, and her life were on the line.

Hours later they were pulling into a posh suburban neighborhood. Ménage looked around at all the nice houses on the street, wondering which house might be Jeff's. As they came to the last house, Jeff slowed down. Ménage expected nothing less as her eyes marveled over the big house. After all, his former wife had been an investment broker and with a salary as hers, they'd better be living nice.

“We're here,” Jeff said, throwing the car in “park.” He popped the trunk and got out to retrieve Ménage's suitcase as she and Deandra got it.

Jeff led the way up the well-lit sidewalk as she and Deandra followed. Once inside, Ménage began to scan the house as if she had come only to stake out the place.

“All right, young lady, it's time for you to take your shower and hit the sack. You have school in the morning.”

“Aww, man, but Daddy, I'm not even sleepy.”

Jeff gave Deandra a look that she must have been all too familiar with. She pulled in her pout, said goodnight to both of them, and headed straight to her room.

Ménage was going to finally be able to get in some alone time. “You have a beautiful home,” she complimented.

“Thank you, but my wife gets all the credit for this. Interior decorating was like a secret hobby for her so she spent a lot of time and attention on this house.”

“Wow! I can definitely tell.”

“I'll show you around later. You've had a rough day and I'm sure after everything you've been through, the last thing you're in the mood for is a tour.”

“Yeah. I'm pretty beat,” she lied as she stifled a yawn. “Where should I put my things?”

“There's a guest bedroom down the hall. Or…you can sleep…in the den.” He smiled. “I've camped out in there myself plenty of nights so the couch is already broken in.”

Ménage lavished in his attention for a moment, then took a step closer to him. On one hand, she was willing to respect the boundaries that might have applied to the home front, but on second hand, she had to shower him with affection and tender loving care. That was her recipe in the beginning, and ain't shit changed, she thought. She leaned in for a generous hug. “I appreciate you letting me stay here.” Artificial tears welled in her eyes, but Jeff wouldn't have known the difference if his life depended on it. “I
feel safe here with you.” She was laying it on extremely thick. She laid her head on his shoulder.

Jeff rubbed her back. “It's okay. I'm here. And you can stay as long as you need to.” She hadn't expected him to say that.

Ménage raised her head and placed both her hands on either side of his face. “You are a perfect man. You know that.”

He shook his head. “I'm far from perfect. I'm just doing what I can to help out a friend in need.”

Friend
, Ménage thought. They were more than friends and the sooner he accepted her as so, the sooner he would let his guard down. It was time he got over his dead ex-wife and his stuck-up baby mama anyhow, so in actuality, she was doing him a favor by coming there. And as long as she played her position safely, yet strategically, she would get the financial blessing she had come for.

“Well, will you be so kind to show this
friend
to her room?”

“Sure. Follow me.”

She reluctantly followed him to the guest room. He showed her where things were and where he'd be if she needed anything. He closed the door and disappeared back down the hall. Ménage's mind raced 100 miles per hour. She wondered if this was the room his wife had slept in. If this was the bed. A perturbed feeling swept over her and suddenly she was creeped out. She turned on the television and lowered the volume.

She put her suitcase on the bed and began unpacking and hanging up her clothes.

After her shower, Ménage oiled herself all over and slipped on a raspberry-colored lace cami. She had every intention of going straight to bed, but she began to miss Jeff's warm, hard body. It had been five days since she'd had him inside of her, and she doubted if she could go another night without it.

She turned off all the lights, then quietly opened her door. She passed by Deandra's room to find the little girl knocked out. Ménage's bare feet padded across the polished hardwood floors as she followed the musky trail of Jeff's cologne.

The rest of the house was pitch-black, but Ménage managed to find her way through just fine. She was on a dick mission and she could snort out dick like a crackhead could crack.

The door to his room was open just enough for her to slip through without making a peep. She closed it as quietly as she could behind her, then locked it. Her eyes roamed the room before focusing on Jeff. She moved toward the bed, excitement rising all the way from her hips to her lips. She pulled the clip out of her hair and her long black curls fell over her shoulders. Jeff lay there on his back, asleep. His fine dark skin looked like Godiva chocolate up against the white linens and she definitely had a sweet tooth tonight.

She slipped off her thongs and cami, climbed on the bed, and crawled over to him. As she began to straddle him, he woke up.

“Ménage. What are you doing?”

“I came to take care of you, like you've taken care of me.” She lowered her pussy to the curve of his mouth. He knew the routine so there was no need for her to walk him through what was about to go down. She opened up her feverish pussy and practically fed it to him.

“Ummm,” Jeff moaned, surrendering without a fight.

“I've missed you, daddy,” Ménage whispered, loving the way his tongue stretched the folds of her yoni. In between licks, Jeff told her he missed her too. She reached behind and stroked his dick as he ate her out. He had definitely missed her.

Jeff feasted on her pussy a while longer before she decided that
she wanted to return the favor. She turned around and their bodies molded into the sixty-nine position. She delivered just what the doctor ordered, and when she could taste and feel his sweet banana pudding filling the back of her throat, she opened her gates of ecstasy, and climaxed.

S
he couldn't believe she had come here tonight. More so because she knew in her heart that she wasn't completely over Jeff. They hadn't even officially broken up either. Nadine really didn't know where their relationship stood. He wasn't even man enough to tell her that he was interested in seeing other women. She had to hear it from his woman herself. The woman he was engaged to marry. Now
that
is what upset her the most.

The least Jeff could have done was talked to her. Maybe she wouldn't have understood why he'd chosen the other woman over her, but maybe she would have. He would have never known how she would have reacted to the news because he couldn't be a man and face her with the truth. Instead, he had some other woman that she knew nothing about, doing his dirty work. Nadine had given him way too much credit. She thought they were better than that. Boy, was she wrong.

“Right this way, Madam,” the host said to Nadine as he led the way toward the back of the upscale restaurant. She was dressed to impress in a black vintage, elegant flowing gown that revealed her new workout body. The dress highlighted her curves in a tasteful fashion, yet it still left room for the imagination to wander. The twelve-pound shed was a result of the switch in birth control pills and the extensive workout regimen with Jay. While she still had another goal to reach, she looked and felt amazing.

As they came to the VIP section of the restaurant, the host pulled out her chair and motioned with his hand for her to take a seat.

“Mr. Dupree will join you shortly.”

“Thank you.” Nadine graciously smiled.

She took a look around and smiled at the trouble this Mr. Dupree must have gone through to reserve this space. Nonetheless, it definitely made quite an impression. The entire room was romantically lit by low hanging chandeliers. The décor—hues of brown, peach, and gold. But what delighted her the most was the beautifully dressed Asian woman in front of the room, playing a harp.

Her thoughts one-tracked to this mystery man who had sent her a bottle of wine and roses as an invitation to dinner. She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like and the waiting was killing her. The second she took her eyes off the harpist and turned slightly to the left, a tall, bald, debonair man dressed in the finest of linen approached her.

“Nadine.” He gently kissed the top of her left hand before taking a seat across from her. “I prayed to God that you would show up tonight.”

“Well, good thing he was listening.” Nadine smiled, somewhat baffled because she couldn't place his face. And that face was one she could never forget. He had skin the color of maple, brown almond-shaped eyes, and perfect teeth. She always took notice of a man's teeth. If he took care of his teeth, he took care of every other part of his body, she'd grown to believe. His voice was deep and harmonic. As rich as that kiss that sent a surge of tingles down her spine.

“I bet you probably thought you had a stalker on your hands.” He laughed, eliminating any awkwardness.

Nadine let out a loose chuckle as she nodded her head in agreement. “Your guess would be correct.”

“I knew it. Ha, ha, ha. Well, let me assure you that I'm not a stalker. But…”

Nadine paused and held her breath, hoping he wasn't about to confess anything crazy. He started out as a ten and she needed him to stay there.

“When I see something that I want…I don't stop until I get it.” His eyes never wavered.

Nadine cleared her throat. Suddenly, it had gotten very hot in there. It was evident that he had caught her completely off-guard with that last comment. She casually reached for the glass of water in front of her and took a sip, feigning shyness. Although she couldn't help but whip out her mental travel guide and see what the trip would be like on that thing. He had big feet, large hands, long fingers, and a huge Adam's apple and according to one of her sorors, that equated to a really nice and long yacht. Nadine felt a twinge in her pussy and she had to remind herself of the vow.

“I admire your persistence,” she said. She placed her glass back on the table. “Forgive me in advance, but I really don't remember you. I'll admit that I'm terrible with names, but I never forget a face. And for some odd reason, I can't recall ever meeting you.”

“Parking lot.”

Nadine's brows furrowed. “Parking lot?” She shook her head.

He nodded. “I was on my way to meet with a client that day, but when I came out to get in my car, I was blocked in by an Audi.”

“Oh my God.” Nadine's eyes lit up the room. “It's you.” She was embarrassed to say the least. She recalled that day very well. She had gone to pick up her clothes from the cleaners and remembered parking illegally in the fire lane.

“Needless to say I was late for that appointment and…let's just say I lost a client.”

Nadine's eyes widened. “I am so sorry.”

He smiled as he buried his eyes within hers. “Please don't apologize. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.”

Nadine was falling under his spell and she knew it was obvious. “Hmmm. I wonder what that reason could be.”

“In time we will both know. But for now, I say let's eat.”

When Nadine looked up, the waiter was rolling their food over.

“I didn't know exactly what you might have wanted. So I had my chef make one of everything.”

Nadine smiled as her eyes savored all the food being placed on their table.

“Oh, wow.” She gasped. She picked up one of the napkins and placed it across her lap. “You're awfully thoughtful.”

“I try to be.”

Nadine lowered her head to pray.

He reached for both her hands. “Allow me.” He bowed his head and she followed his lead as he commenced to saying grace.

Was this really happening? Was she really on a date? She then thought about what the psychic had told her. She said she would find love and happiness. Said if she opened her heart and be willing to overlook flaws, that her husband would find her. But she also told her something that Nadine had found quite disturbing. She told her she would marry twice. That was something Nadine didn't want to hear and she refused to believe it. Besides, psychics didn't know the future. Only God knew that. She had decided to push everything that woman had said out of her mind.