Abducted By Lust - Part 1 Page 2

  The Long Haul

  I hadn’t cried so much in my life.

  Instead of us parting ways on good terms, we fought and argued the whole morning. That made me paranoid. If my Momma had taught me anything she told me not to let a man leave the house mad or on an empty stomach, and I had done both.

  No eggs, pancakes, and love making. Instead I cursed and threw things as he reasoned with me about having to go. I was pissed and scared that this would be the end of Kevin and Chloé.

  “This will either make us or break us” he told me as he left.

  “But why did you lie?” I asked him and he tried to answer but it still made no sense.

  Maybe he didn’t I thought about his words as I paced the wooden floor in the living room after I watched his car drive away. I kept calling him trying to apologize, but he wouldn’t answer.

  I jumped in the car and drove all the way to St. Louis before I could rationalize my decision. My GPS and tears took me all the way there.

  It was almost one in the morning when I made it to his Mom's house. She stayed in a subdivision in the Northern County of St. Louis.

  The only text I had gotten from him was a “leave me alone” warning from earlier in the evening. I kept calling but when I finally made it to his mom’s house I didn’t see his car.

  I probably looked like a burglar sitting outside scoping my next house to rob. Here you have a black woman, with a scarf on, and sweats. I didn't put on any makeup; I just left the house with my purse and keys. Fortunate for me, I didn't think a burglar would drive an Audi or blast love songs.

  “Damn, I don’t wanna knock on the door.” I said as I watched the house from my car.

  I would lose brownie points if I went banging on his Mother's door at one am in the morning. She was the Christian, go to church every Sunday type. She wasn't too happy about me and Kevin fornicating, as she liked to call it, down in Nashville.

  I doubt she would be pleased to see me at one am, looking like a homeless person, and asking about her son.

  I figured if I didn’t see his car then he must not be there. I must have sent a million text messages and called just as many times to see where he was. I cried and cried until taping on my driver’s side window woke me up.

  Kevin?

  No, it was the subdivision security guard.

  “Ma’am are you ok? Who are you here to see?” he asked.

  I explained that my boyfriend was supposed to be meeting me at his mom’s house but he wasn’t here yet.

  “Well ma’am, you can’t just park and sleep here. Maybe you can call your friend and come back later” he said staring at me like I was crazy. I rolled up the window without a word and sped out of the subdivision. There was no sense in calling Kevin anymore; apparently he was where he wanted to be.

  I was mad enough to start a fire. I felt like killing someone.

  Here I was being the best woman I could be and his ass couldn’t even call me to let me know he made it in town. I could have waited at a hotel for the night but I said fuck it. In a rage after getting gas, I jumped back on the highway for Nashville.

  I wasn’t on I-24 long before I started seeing the cars pulled over on the side of the road. It was 3:02 am and the deer were coming out. The cars pulled over on the side of the road had come in contact with a few animals and were busy accessing the damage.

  I prayed and wiped the tears from my face trying to stay alert. The last thing I needed was to hit a damn deer on the way back home from St. Louis chasing my supposed fiancé. Not to mention how much money I had wasted in gas trying to see him.

  I was about an hour away from home when my phone started singing. Of course it was Kevin. As much as I wanted to answer and cuss him out I didn’t have the energy.

  “Hello” was all I could manage.

  “Baby, where you at? I just got your texts.” He said sounding concerned. Too late for all that concerned shit I was thinking to myself. I should have cried myself to sleep instead of spending my night driving hundreds of miles.

  “I’m almost at home Kevin. When I couldn’t find you I just went home.” I said sounding as exhausted as I felt.

  “Damn so you did all that driving boo? Why?”

  “So I could test the engine in my car Kevin, why else do you think? I was trying to apologize to you and set things straight between us. I’m sorry about the way I acted. I ju-just” and that’s when the tears started.

  “Aww baby don’t cry. I’m sorry you did all that driving. I went out with Tony and left my phone in the car by mistake after I texted you. I just needed some air and time to have fun.”

  Fun? He wanted to have fun while our relationship was in peril. Fuck fun if you ask me, but I said none of those things. I just let him talk. He rambled on and on about missing me and sorry about how things were turning out. I just let him talk so I wouldn’t fall asleep.

  What I didn’t understand was why he felt the need to go out the night before he started his big position.

  I cut him off from his rambling. “Have you been to sleep yet?”

  “No, I actually haven’t and its 6:20. I need to get some rest before I report to the office at 9:30. Are you home yet?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.” I told him as I pulled off the highway exit to our house in downtown Nashville.

  “Well baby, I’m gonna go in the house and go to sleep.” He said which I agreed because I was honestly tired of hearing his voice.

  “Alright boo, go take a shower and get some rest” I said as I pulled into our driveway. We said our normal I love you and got off the phone. Once we were off, I sat in the car and cried for a few minutes before going in the house.

  My tears were for the lies he was telling. It wasn’t like Kevin to explain himself. It wasn’t like him to be overly nice like he was. He was being nice tonight because he had done something wrong. He was being nice because he was guilty.

  I got myself together and went inside. There was no use in being upset and getting sick. I sent an email to my manager letting her know I wasn’t feeling well and would be in at 12. That would give me enough time to get a couple hours of sleep. I could have stayed home, but I needed the money.

  Kevin was beginning to seem unreliable. He could meet someone and leave me high and dry. We weren’t married and he had no financial obligation to me. I had to make my own money and make sure I was okay, since apparently my fiancée wasn’t too concerned with my well-being.

  I went to sleep for an hour or so, but woke up nervous and irritated. I took a shower and left the house at a quarter to eleven and went to my favorite Starbucks. I felt disgusted and upset from the night before. It all felt like a dream but I knew it was real when I came outside and looked at my car. Across my hood and bumper were the guts of bugs and mosquitoes that died from the head on collision with my car.

  I probably looked like a new woman that day. Last night I had on sweats, a t-shirt, and my hair was wrapped in an old scarf. Today I had cleaned up nicely with a black pair of slacks, black ankle boots and a gray sweater. Nothing colorful but something to cover me from the chill in the air. The puffiness in my face was gone, but my heart was still swollen.

  I jumped into my Audi and pulled off in search of some caffeinated love from Starbucks. Inside the coffee shop was filled with sounds of punching computer keys, brewing coffee, and conversation. It was Monday morning alright, and things were in full swing. I opted for my usual, a Caramel Latte with a scone.

  I paid and dropped a dollar in the tip jar as I always did and took my scone bag that the smiling Barista handed to me. I moved over to the waiting area with the other coffee fiends. I pulled my phone out while I waited, not sure why. I guess to see if Kev had the decency to text or call but he didn’t. That's when I felt it. That feeling you get when someone is staring at you.

  I felt it heavy, playing it off I started looking through the shelf of books and coffee mugs that were strategically placed by the waiting area. I used my oversized sunglasses to inconspicuously look around.

  I saw a young girl sitting on a table to my left with her face deep in a white laptop. There was another man and two other women having some sort of business meeting. A binder was open between them and the guy was speaking in true salesmen fashion.

  “Caramel Latte extra caramel” screamed the young Barista as she plopped my drink down on the counter and went back to mixing other drinks. More caffeine addicts were pouring in so it was hard to tell exactly who had me feeling like I was under a spot light.

  As I walked the two steps to get my drink I noticed him.

  Sitting at a table near the counter, I finally spotted my admirer. His eyes were transfixed on me and he wasn’t being shy about it.

  He was in his thirties I guess. His locks were fairly long and braided in two big cornrows on the side of his head. His brown skin glistened off his silver framed glasses.

  They looked prescription but they couldn’t hide his glaring hazel eyes. It seemed like he could see through my soul. I grabbed my latte and went straight to the door. Never been looked at like that and I wasn’t sure how to react.

  I walked outside to the car, but before I could reach the door handle I heard someone calling from behind me.

  “Miss, Miss.. You left something” it was the guy. He was running towards me with my bag of scones that I must have left on the counter. Now that I saw all of him, he looked pretty good. His face looked even better now that we were outside in the light.

  “Thank you” I said feeling kind of self-conscious as he handed me the scone.

  "Ma’am, I don’t mean to be in your business but, are you okay?" His voice was deep and authoritative. Almost that of a police officer or firefighter, but sexier.

  “Why do you ask” I said. I thought that I had done pretty well that morning when I got dressed.

  “You’re very beautiful, but you look like you’re hurting. Has someone done something to you?”

  Like that he had read me. It made me wonder how easy it was to see. I guess my makeup didn’t conceal everything like I thought.

  “Thanks I’m just having a bad day” I told him

  “Well, if he’s giving you bad days like that maybe you should let me take you out and show you something different.”

  He said it so smooth that I couldn't think of a reply. How did he know a “he” was even involved?

  “Please take this and call me this evening. I would love to put a smile back on your face.” He said sliding a card from his pea-coat pocket and extending it to me. His name and some company name was inscribed on the card.

  Antwon Davis

  I lifted my head backup to let Antwon know that I was currently engaged, but he was walking away.

  He turned and gave me a head nod before he disappeared into a white Lexus and drove away.

  I got into my car and stared at his card. Fantasies of him laying me down and pleasing me as I pulled his hair started to bounce through my head. I shook them off as I always did. I would never cheat but I had a vivid imagination.

  I put the card in my purse and drove off the Starbucks parking lot when I noticed the feeling between my legs.

  I was wet.

  The Grass on The Other Side

  I read in disbelief.

  “Wassup Homie,

  I’m gonna be in the Lou in a few weeks. I just got a big promotion. Don’t tell nobody yet because I'm keeping it a secret. I’m gonna tell everybody after I tell C about it. But I just wanted to let you know. Could I crash at you spot till I find a place. If not I’ll just stay at my mom’s. Let me know. I wanna get everything in place before I tell C so she don’t be tripping. I might not tell her till I get ready to go. Get at me man.

  Kev”

  Fucking dummy, wanted to be so slick that he deleted all his old emails but he forgot to clear them from the delete folder. Something told me to check his emails but I was too afraid. They say when you look for it you find it and I had found it alright. This email was dated three weeks ago. So what I overheard was true.

  After that revelation, work went by in a blur. I left the office late since there was no one to rush home to. At home I shifted my thoughts back to the mysterious handsome man at the coffee shop I started to wonder who he really was. I even Googled him but I found nothing. .

  Was he real or a ghost? Either way I was having fantasies to keep me from crying. One of them consisted of me fucking him on my desk or in the back seat of my car in the middle of the parking lot. Usually fantasies were as far as I went.

  I normally wouldn’t give cheating a second thought, but reading Kevin's secret email had me thinking. Maybe it wasn't worth it to be faithful and true when I didn't think he was. Maybe with Kevin being in St. Louis and me being in Nashville was a blessing in disguise.

  I showered trying to wash away my lustful thoughts. Still wet from the shower I started to get drunk. I couldn't help myself when I saw the bottle of champagne. It was intended for my night of seduction I had planned for Kevin, instead we argued the whole night and didn't drink it.

  I popped the cork and let the clear liquid slide down my throat. No need for a glass, it was just me and the bottle as I snuggled under the covers in a cold bed. The champagne, my phone, and his business card were my companions.

  Antwon didn’t even know me, yet he seemed more concerned about me in a few minutes than Kevin had showed all day. When Kevin called earlier in the day he unloaded about his new job amenities neglecting to inquire about me. He cut our conversation short saying he would call me back after a meeting.

  Here it was 9 o’clock and he still hadn’t called. I sent him a text, but no answer. I was starting to give up. One day into our separation and he had done a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn. Maybe I should just end it now and stop the heart break. I thought to myself as I lay in our king size bed, alone.

  I was sure there was some sort of rules I should be following as I dialed Antwon’s number. I shouldn’t have been so eager to call him on the first day, but I was too old for games. Me calling him now or later wasn’t going to delay or change anything.

  He answered on the fourth ring as I was about to hang up.

  “This is Antwon Davis” A business man, I was sure by the way he answered.

  “Hi Antwon, we met earlier at Starbucks” I said realizing that earlier I hadn’t told him my name.

  “Chloé hi, I’m glad you called.” Now I was puzzled.

  “How do you know my name? I didn’t give it to you”

  He laughed a little.

  “They said it when you got your coffee.” He was right. The Barista did ask for my name when I placed my order. I guess I should stop giving out that information.

  “Oh yeah, your right” I chuckled to myself.

  “How are you doing this evening? Did the day get better” he asked.

  "Yeah, it got a little bit better. Especially after I met you" OH MY GOD, did those words just come out of my mouth?

  He chuckled and started talking. He said I could call him Twon if I liked. He was born and raised in Nashville. The conversation with him was easier than I thought. I hadn’t talked like this with another man since me and Kevin started dating.

  It wasn’t long before he dipped into the personal questions.

  "So, are you engaged or married." He asked. I knew that question came from the ring on my left hand.

  “Engaged, were getting married next year” I said trying to boast, but I wasn't a good actor. He already knew me and Kevin were having problems.

  "Well, what was the problem this morning?”

  "You know, people have arguments." I said nonchalantly, but of course he wasn’t buying it.

  “Where is he now?” instead of playing the game I went ahead and told him everything.

  I started with telling him that Kevin was in St. Louis and then I progressed to the events of the night before. I explained and even cried. He didn’t say a word, he just listened. I actually had to pause a few times and make sure he was still there.

  “I'm here, I’m listening” he told me on the few occasions that I stopped. When I was finally done and wiping my eyes he let out a long sigh.

  “I already knew, you may not have known it but you looked distraught” he told me. “Your body language and demeanor looked like that of a defeated person. You haven’t been happy with him for a while have you?” He asked.

  I told him the truth. He was silent for a minute or two after my revelation that Kevin and I had some rough times. He finally spoke asking how I liked my Audi and about my job. We talked for hours about nothing and everything from me going to TSU and how I loved Knoxville.

  We both talked so long that I didn’t realize how late it was until he yawned.

  "Oh my God Twon it’s getting late and I need some rest. I didn’t get much sleep after I got back this morning."

  "I understand” he sounded like he didn’t want to go. I didn’t either. I needed some sleep and I'm sure the rules prohibited this much talking on the first conversation. Plus, I didn’t want Kevin to call and start questioning me about who I was on the phone with. I wasn’t good at lying.

  “I want you to think about something tonight” Twon said in his deep baritone voice.

  “Okay”

  “If he isn’t making you happy, maybe you need to give someone a chance that will” He said it and as simple as it sounded, I hadn’t ever considered leaving Kevin until recently. I talked shit, but really leaving Kevin wasn't ever an option.

  He said he would give me a call the next day if that was alright. I told him it was.

  “Good night beautiful”

  “Good Night” I said as I hung up the phone. I lay on my bed in shock and numb.

  A few minutes later my phone began singing from Kevin’s call but I didn’t answer. It was 11:48 pm, and I knew his conference call hadn’t lasted that long.

  I pushed silent so the singing would stop. I didn’t notice the wetness between my legs until I got up to turn out the lights.