Don't Tell Daddy (24 page)

The only reason she could keep working for her father was because Bryan was doing things in the four hours she was with Jonta.

She was pregnant again within a matter of weeks and she held her head, because she felt trapped now. She couldn’t believe there had been a time when this man was her fantasy.

By the autumn of the next year, Pamela gave birth to a little girl, Pilar Juliana Valdez. She was a gorgeous baby, and Pamela adored her to pieces. When Jada showed up with flowers and teddy bears to the hospital, Pamela’s heart filled with fear; but Jada didn’t have malicious intentions. She asked to see the baby. “Does this mean you forgive me?”

“I don’t know, Pamela. That’s a lot of trust you lost. Eighteen years’ worth of friendship. I didn’t think I could ever fully forgive you; and I really wanted to shove my father into a pit of Cobras. That ass whupping you took wasn’t just yours. Oh no, it was his too. But it’s been over a year and my mother is doing a lot better. And if she forgave you, then I can forgive you. But the friendship, that’s not going to be the same. Sometimes when I see you, I still want to punch you. Especially when you’re with my father. How many girls have a stepmother her age? How wrong does that shit sound?”

“It sounds wrong,” Pamela agreed. “I just want you to know, I was going to leave, and then I got pregnant again. I wasn’t even going to keep Julio. But I couldn’t face the guilt.”

“Mama’s dating. This guy around like sixty. He’s cool. Little bit older than she is.”

“That’s great. I’m really happy for her.”

Jada looked down at her little sister, who looked just like her parents had a baby. “She’s really pretty.”

“Thank you. She was some hard work.”

Jada played with Pilar’s little fingers while the baby was asleep.

                                The Way You’ll Lose Him

Pamela didn’t work for about a month and a half and even then, she had to give up her job with Jonta to take care of her daughter. But she was confident in her investments, and her money kept growing as long as she made wise decisions. But she stopped working altogether after a month. Motherhood became her full time occupation although Bryan’s mother didn’t mind keeping the baby. Pamela just wanted to be with her child all the time and when she was at work, she called his mother several times a day. It was a wonder she got any work done.  

When Bryan got a new assistant, and it was an attractive thirty-year old woman, Pamela flipped her lid. This man was out of his mind if he thought that she was going to allow him to spend his days with a vixen practically in his lap. “Fire her,” she demanded.

“No, why would I fire someone who’s competent?”

“Hire someone competent who has a dick,” she hissed. “You forget, I was your personal assistant.”

“Pamela, stop worrying.”

“Fire that bitch or I’m going to do everything in my power to get her to quit. I’m not playing, Bryan.”

For the past four weeks, Pamela held true to her word and was the boss’s wife from hell. She found time to call the office and stop by. When she did stop by, she wasn’t nice about it.

When Bryan got home one night, he was pissed because Shenise had given him her two week notice. But Pamela smiled and invited Bryan to bed.

No amount of irritation was going to make him give up fucking Pamela’s brains out; but he punished her for it.

Looking down at her, Bryan toyed with Pamela’s nipple. “If you cum, I’m not going to put it in you for a
long
time, Mela. ¿Comprendés?”

“What did I do Papi?” she asked innocently with a pout, climbing into his lap, kissing his lips. “I just love you so much. I want you all to myself. Is that so wrong?”

“Pamela, do you understand how hard it is to find someone with even half your level of competence? You said you wanted to stay home, so I needed someone to fill your shoes.”

“And that’s all they need to fill. Not my spot in bed too,” she whispered softly.

Bryan brushed her hair off her face and held her face to look at her seriously. “Baby, no one would ever fill your space in bed. No one compares to you. I love you. I’m not going to cheat on you, okay? I need you to trust me.”

“I need you to hire a man.”

“That’s discrimination.”

“I’ll do it again, Bryan. I’ll be that wife if I have to be her. If you want me to be nice and good and sweet, I want you to be working with a man. I have confidence in your sexuality. But not in your fidelity.”

“Damn.”

He pushed her off his lap and went to shower, completely put off by the comment. She went to join him, looking up at him. “I’m sorry, Bryan. But I told you, I was your personal assistant and the thought of losing you to someone else is scary. That woman was a knockout. She was one of the sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on and she had a voice I know has to make men hard in no time at all. I know you noticed that shit too, and you expected I wouldn’t worry about that?”

“I expected you would trust your husband.”

“That’s hard to do when my husband is recycled.”

Bryan didn’t want to keep talking to Pamela because the more she said, the more offended he was growing. He just wanted to make love. So he took her face and kissed her, putting his arms around her and bringing her body closer to his, gripping her ass and leaning slightly down to put his dick between her legs and rub it against her clit. She moaned softly. “Ay, Papi. Make love to me baby,” she whispered, caressing the nape of his neck, her lips on his earlobe as she spoke softly.

“Let’s not fight today,” he told her, looking in her eyes. She nodded. 

He leaned her against the wall and kissed her lips softly, holding her around the waist. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. Hire a man.”

He wished she would let that go. Because if there was a woman who happened to be competent, he was going to hire her. But if a man was more competent, then he had the job.

“I’ll hire whoever has the competence to work for me.”

“Think I’m playing with you.”

He just kissed her and gently entered her. She moaned. “Mm.”

Her eyes were closed, and he kneaded her ass pumping himself in and out of her.

When they got out the shower, he took her to the bed and kissed her lips, moving down slowly, and he parted her legs. She stopped him because she wanted him to know that she was dead serious. He looked up at her, lust and desire in his eyes. “What?”

“I want you to hire a man,” she told him. “I’m not playing.”

“Baby, please. I just want to make love.”

She closed her legs. She didn’t have time to play this game. If he wanted the pussy, he would make sure there was none in his office. “Bryan, I’ll come back to work. But I’m warning you, I’m probably not going to be happy having to be away from my daughter.”

“Pamela, come on, baby, please,” he begged, opening her legs back. She shut them tight and turned on her side.

“Hire another bitch and you won’t be getting fucked for a
long
ass time. Fucking try me.”

Bryan sighed and begged and pleaded with Pamela to just let him make love with her. He kissed her neck, trying to woo her, holding her, pulling her close. She could feel his erection in her back, but she wasn’t going to give in to him. At the end of the night, it didn’t work out. “You better hire a fucking man,” she hissed and turned her back on him.

Bryan hired a male assistant, and Pamela was a lot more comfortable with that. She tried to succeed where Heather had failed, but she failed a lot where Heather had succeeded.

Pamela got her body back together after Pilar was six months old, and she gave Bryan all the sex he wanted. But sometimes, Bryan found himself in nostalgic moods, and Pamela didn’t know about half the things he spoke of.

He’d called her Heather one night during sex, and she pushed him off. “You have lost your fucking mind. Do not touch me.”

That was the beginning of a big fight. Pamela didn’t even want to look at Bryan. She found herself on an emotional rollercoaster, constantly looking for reasons to stay when so many things pushed her to the door. Their fights became increasingly worse. Sometimes, Bryan would slap her, and she’d talk herself into believing she had pushed him that far off the deep end. It was her fault he hit her. But it didn’t go much further than slaps. If she ever told someone he’d hit her, she’d never have the proof.

Pamela always tried to make it up to him with sex and some special thing. She tried to make herself happy in this marriage as much as Bryan. But pleasing him was draining her. He hadn’t acted this way with Heather. Why her?

Jada had once asked if Pamela was happy with Bryan, and she lied through her teeth that she was. She told herself she was lucky because he provided for her and took care of their daughter. He took them on vacations. He gave her everything she wanted.

Jordan had called Pamela a few times, and she ignored his calls every time, not wanting any reason to have to fight her husband. This was one fucked up marriage.

This Ain’t Love

It was Friday night, and Pamela was headed home from picking up gummies vitamins for Pilar and lingerie for Bryan when Jordan caught up with her. He hadn’t seen her in a while, and she was looking incredible after her baby. “Hey, wanna see a movie?”

“I have to get home and make dinner for Bryan.”

“Bryan is a grown ass man. He can cook for himself one night. What’s one little movie going to hurt?” he asked.

She relented and let him take her. Bryan called and she sent him to voicemail. Things had been going okay lately. They hadn’t been fighting, he hadn’t slapped her, and they had been getting along and making love. Yet, she still had her thing for Jordan.

Pamela got comfortable with Jordan and laid her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. When she got home, the house was deadly silent. All that was heard was the click of her heels. She went to put the baby’s vitamins in the medicine cabinet and took a shower before sliding into bed beside her husband. “Where have you been, Pamela?” he asked.

“I went to see a movie.”

“As opposed to coming home? That was a good idea, wasn’t it? I called you, and you sent me to voicemail. Why was that?”

“Because I was in a movie theater.”

“Keep playing this game, Pamela.”

She put her arm around him. “I got you something,” she said, kissing his neck, climbing over him. “I just wanted to make sure the baby would be asleep when I got home,” she continued, massaging his dick. He groaned. “I’m sorry, Papi.”

Having learned how to tell a good lie to his first wife, Bryan knew his second wife was lying to him. The lie was plausible enough; but he knew it wasn’t the truth. He looked up at her in the scant piece of fabric, though, and he forgave her.

She smiled and kissed his lips. He put his arms around her, palming her juicy ass.

Climbing off him, she took him out of his flannels and into her mouth, looking up at him. He moaned, his fingers in her hair. Her eyes locked on his face filled with pleasure as she slowly ran her wet tongue across his rigid flesh.

She came up and let him pull the fabric off her body, his touch still sending chills through her. That was when she was happy with her husband. When they were fucking.

Bryan kissed Pamela’s lips softly, kissed her shoulders, sucked her neck, kissed her stomach, parted her legs, and flicked her flesh with his tongue. She moaned. “Mmm, Bryan. Don’t stop, baby,” she encouraged. He entered a finger into her slick opening, nibbling her clitoris. “Oh God, Bryan, oh God,” she called, gripping the sheets, arching her back, pushing her pussy further into his mouth. “Oh, baby, yes!”

He held her gyrating hips in place and continued eating her, giving her a mind-blowing orgasm. He kissed his way back up and their tongues danced as he entered her. They did it missionary for a little while until he got up, his dick standing at full attention. “Come here, baby,” he said softly. She went to him, and he lifted her up. She straddled him, and he entered her, fucking her standing up. She held onto him, biting his neck. “Oh, daddy, baby it’s so good,” she said, out of air, her breath warm on his neck.

Bryan laid her back on the bed and kissed her pussy again. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He came back up and bent her over, plundering into her pussy. She threw it back, sighing in content and moaning. His hands roamed her body, finding a handful of her titties, squeezing her nipples. “Ay, Papi,” she whimpered as he leaned forward and kissed her neck and her shoulder.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” she said, caught in the throes of pleasure.

Bryan flipped her back onto her back, and they finished missionary. She closed her eyes. “Look at me, Pamela,” he said softly, his lips brushing hers. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He kissed her deeper.

An explosion engulfed her, and he wasn’t far behind. He held her to him, fingering the folds of her pussy. “That was good, baby,” he told her, kissing her neck. She just put her arms around his, staring at the wall. He slid a finger into her warm tunnel. She closed her eyes and moaned as her muscles tightened, pulling his finger in.