Vows of Deception: Something old, new, borrowed, and BLUE... (7 page)

“Promise.” He said lowly and could feel her face spread into a wide grin. ‘That should buy him some time’ he thought with a smirk. Today was a good day so far, now he just had to deal with the spouse and he will be all good.

Danni returned home last night in better spirits than what she had been experiencing. Now that she had expressed how she felt about the betrayal out loud, the future was trying to open up. Optimism was creeping into her mind helping her to think ahead. Make some set plans. That was a step to get her back to her old self again. Going to sleep with plans brewing instead of anger simmering. The hurt was still an evident part but it wasn’t so much from the love stand point. It was more hurt from being played for a fool.

The next day was Saturday and she decided to treat it as she did when growing up in the Hunter household. Saturday’s were set aside for cleaning, emptying out closets, garages and such. From the huge mess she had made getting his things out of the house to straightening up the bedroom that was once theirs. Throwing away things that made her think of her failed marriage. Sheets, pillows, their robes, and other trinkets went into a garbage bag. Normally people waited until the divorce was final, Danni was a realistic person. Why sit around looking at stuff that was all a lie?

Starting with the wedding pictures, albums, and even her wedding dress was packed into a huge box. The basement was the new home for that. Out of sight, out of mind was her motto for this ordeal. The guest room had become her place of safe haven. Now the house seemed so huge for just one person. Moving her clothes from the master bedroom closet, she turned the guest room into her very own oasis. The dresser wasn’t big enough but she removed her most used things from its previous spot. Filling the drawers of the small dresser in there until they barely closed. The bathroom wasn’t as big but it was doable for her.

By three, she was done cleaning the entire house and in desperate need of a shower. Gathering her undergarments, sweats, and turning her phone onto a smooth soul station. Swaying her hips, singing songs at the top of her lungs she knew, and just overall enjoying her alone time. Seems like all the songs explained how she felt in the moment. They all described what was happening in her life. It was uncanny how songs could always depict what was going on in one’s life and sing the words that had escaped the logical brain. Suddenly she was jarred from her thoughts when she thought she heard something outside the bathroom.

It had to be something if she could hear it over her music. Rinsing her body quickly she jumped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a bath towel. Tip-toeing out of the bathroom, she thought for sure she was going crazy. Whatever noise she heard in the shower was a figment of her imagination. A nagging feeling wouldn’t let her finish her duties until she knew for sure. Before opening the door to the hallway, she said a small prayer. If it were a burglar she knew she was good as dead cause she had nothing on her person to protect herself. Stepping into the hallway she didn’t see anything but she heard some faint sounds, she couldn’t decipher from what direction. Maybe the washer was acting up, she did start a load of clothes.

“There you are.” Screaming at the top of lungs she was sure she was about to die from a heart attack. Hearing a male’s voice after being in the house all alone near about killed her on the spot. Whirling around so fast, she almost fell. Luckily the wall caught her before she could go too far.

“LAMONT?!” She questioned once her fear let her think clearly.

“Why are you screaming?” He questioned with a pained expression.

“You scared the hell out of me. That’s why I’m screaming.” She clutched the front of the towel feeling naked in front of a stranger. Trying to calm her erratic breathing down, she took several deep breaths with her eyes closed. “Why are you here?” She asked when she got herself together.

“I live here.”

“No you don’t. Not anymore. As a matter of fact, how did you get in?”

“I have my ways. How do you figure you can change the locks? This is my home too. I have every right to be here. I let you have your little temper tantrum with putting my things outdoors. Can we stop this foolishness now?”

“Foolishness? The only fool I see is you standing here like you haven’t disrespected our marriage. Standing here as if you haven’t broken every vow you said before God and our family. Why don’t you stop being foolish?”

“I see you’re still upset.”

“Upset? UPSET? If I had a gun right now, I could show you upset. Get the hell out of here with that! I’m disappointed.”

“Well I’m sorry I disappointed you. You are going to have to get over this eventually. I’m not going anywhere. Do what you have to do to make you feel at ease. Therapy. Church. Whatever.”

“I’m not disappointed in you fool. I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing you for who you really are. A lying, conniving, simple-minded FOOL, that I plan to rid out of my life just as soon as I can.”

“Rid of me? Please, I am the best thing that ever happened to you. Be happy you have me instead of being angry about things that you can’t change.”

“You are so full of yourself. You actually believe the mess you are saying. Why didn’t I see this before? I was so blind.” She said more to herself than to him.

“No you’re blind if you don’t think all men do the same damn thing. If not me then who? At least you aren’t one of the side pieces that have no binding ties.”

“It doesn’t matter, I would rather be all alone than to deal with this shit. I want a divorce.”

“A divorce?” Lamont chuckled. “Woman please and then what? You can walk around being a bitter black woman. I tell you what, I will let you take that back. You’re thinking on pure emotion right now. You should know better than to react so quickly by being a
counselor
and all.”

“You are right about that. Thinking on emotion made me jump to conclusions on you. I reacted on pure lust when I allowed you to receive such a valuable gift. My virginity. If I hadn’t allowed myself to be so consumed with the farce of loyalty from you I wouldn’t be standing here today as fed up as I am. I want you out of my life. Period.”

“Good luck with that.”

“What does that mean?”

“You will find out soon enough dear.” He turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“To finish unpacking my clothes.”

“You’re not staying here.”

“Says who?” He questioned with his hands in his pockets. “According to the law, I have every right to be here. I haven’t threatened you in any way.”

“Still...”

“Still nothing. And why are you in the guest room?”

“I don’t want to be in anything that reminds me of you.”

“Then why don’t you leave?”

“Maybe I will.”

“Yeah right. You have prided yourself on never needing your parents or anyone else for anything. If I wasn’t your husband you wouldn’t have allowed me to take charge of so much.”

“…”

“Take all the time you need. I will be here when you are ready to act like a wife instead of a pouting child.” With that said he walked away, disappearing into the master bedroom.

Frustrated beyond measure, Danni went back to the guest bath. So mad that she let him get to her. Disturbing her happy mood she was just in. All hope of calmly leaving this marriage went out of the window with a vengeance. Lamont seemed hell bent on driving her mad. Why did he even come back? Yes, technically this still was his home as well. Maybe he really did love her like he claimed. Hell no, there was no way someone could love a person but still dog them out. She was letting some of the things he said cloud her judgment. The love she had for him was still trying to weaken her determination to end her marriage. He was dishonest, there is no taking that back. Plus he made no promises of stopping his nasty behavior. That was unforgettable. She would be no man’s fool. So deep in her thoughts she didn’t realize that she wasn’t alone until it was too late.

“Shit! Lamont, what are you doing?” She exclaimed. He had crept up behind her wrapping his arms around her body securing her arms against her. The speed that he moved refrained her from turning around or getting her hands free from his grasp. Taking several steps to try to free herself from his grip only caused him to use a portion of his body weight to keep her against the shower wall.

“I’m getting what’s rightfully mine. What does it look like?” He asked seductively against her ear. While doing what he used to do to get her in the mood. Which normally didn’t take much. This time she didn’t want her body to heat up at his touch. His forwardness was turning her on as he bit and sucked her sensitive skin.

“No. Stop. I am no longer yours.” She forced out trying to regain some of her composure. Conjuring up the anger that she felt for him.

“You will always be mine. Your breasts…” He groped her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. He was remarkably strong holding her with just one hand as the other explored her body. Now she hated she didn’t lock the door when coming in. “Especially this… It’s all mine. I’m the first. And I will be the last.” He said sliding a digit between her folds causing her to shutter from the touch. It had been so long since he had caressed her body that she had missed the attention terribly.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want you.” She tried so very hard to shake the dulling of senses. But damn he was doing a good job.

“That’s not what your body says. Your slick for me. ME.” He growled lowly in her ear. This was the Lamont she craved. The one she once knew but that was probably the same Lamont that was spreading his skill with so many other women.

“If you would stop.”

“If I would stop what?” He paused to let her speak but he had dipped a finger into her pulsating center driving her close to an orgasm. “Stop this? But you’re so close. I can feel your walls tightening.” He was trying to make her forget about their issues and sadly it was working.

‘Come on Danni, don’t forget. Don’t forget. He is a low-life. Tell him to fuck off.’ She kept chanting to herself between whimpers of the sweet torture. The sweetest feel that a woman could feel as she was on her way to a heavenly release but it was bittersweet. This was the man that was just doing this same thing to another probably before he came to her. All the while he had been talking but she wasn’t paying any attention until he said something that killed her vibe.

“I was thinking that maybe we should start working on the baby you so desperately want. What do you say?” His words were like a double edged sword. It killed any haze she was in and stabbing his efforts.

“I say, get your FUCKING. HANDS. OFF. OF. ME.” She annunciated each word.

“What?” He stopped all movement lightening his hold on her wrists as well.

“GET. OUT!” Danni shouted now in tears. “Get away from me. If you don’t leave, I will call the police and scream rape. I mean it.”

“Rape? That’s bullshit, you were into it. Plus you are my wife.”

“I also told you to stop. I don’t want anything to do with you. How dare you try to bribe me with a baby? That was a true low blow.”

“Danielle… You are being unreasonable.”

“I don’t know where you lips, dick, or any other part of your body has been. Go waste your semen on one of your whores. I don’t want your diseases.” Danni stopped speaking to breath. She was developing a migraine. “Get. Out. Please.” Lamont stormed out like he was angry with the world, grabbing his clothes in the process.

Danni felt damn near defeated. She almost let her hormones think for her again. The same as she did when she gave into him in the beginning. That was pretty much how it happened when she lost her virginity to him. Thank the heavens she had matured a little. Obviously not completely because she allowed him to get too close. The tears she shed now were a mix of angry, discouraged, and grateful tears. What was she going to do? How was she going to live under the same roof with his arrogant ass? Would there be other times when he would try to prey on her weaknesses? For her sanity she hoped not.

*****

The weekend went by with them having minimal interaction. If she saw him coming, she would just try her best to ignore him or go in the other direction. He demanded a key or he would call the police to force her to give him one. She had no choice but to relent. One thing she did do was have a deadbolt put on her bedroom door while he was away doing God knows what. With God’s knows who. She felt safer while she slept now or taking a shower. There was no way she wanted him to get the idea that he could creep up on her in her weakest moments. She was horny, mainly because sex had become a part of her life. The body has withdrawals after a while. Especially with sex being a big part of just about everything on television or in books. Only if she was as free as her whorish husband.

“Good morning. I’m Regina Jones.” A beautiful brown skin woman greeted Danni with a handshake.

“Hello Mrs. Jones. Danielle Hunter.” Danni said nervously. “Of course you already knew that.” She rambled.

“No need to be nervous. This will be simple just relax.”

“Easier said than done, I’m afraid.”

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea? Bourbon?” She said the last as a joke that successfully broke the ice.

“Water is fine. Although after the weekend I have had, bourbon sounds better.”

“So tell me what’s going on? Why are you seeking a divorce?”

“My husband has been unfaithful. That is a deal breaker.”