Nobody Girl

Copyright © 2011 Leslie
DuBois

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DuBois
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Sex was so much better when he paid for it. Maybe the knowledge that he could use his money to get whatever he wanted somehow added to the excitement. No matter who it was, everyone had a price. And the types of girls he wanted were quite expensive, but supremely worth it.

Tonight was going to be one of his bests. Amanda had finally found him a virgin. It had been months since his last one. He loved the challenge of virgins. He had perfected an excellent combination of enhancement drugs and alcohol that gave them the optimal amount of pliability.

He wore only a towel as he sat next to her and stroked her long brown hair, waiting for the drugs to kick in.  It worked quickly.
Much quicker than the last girl.
Within seconds, she had started removing her sweater, complaining that she was hot. This girl definitely could not hold her liquor.

“How would you like to take a bath with me? It will help you relax,” he asked.

“Okay,” she giggled.

He stood and went to the bathroom to run the water. This would work out perfectly. They would sit together naked in a warm bath becoming more and more aroused by the touch of each other’s skin, then make love repeatedly in every room of the suite.

He slipped off his towel then walked to the bed to find her passed out. He lifted her arm and tapped her cheek, but she was out cold. This wouldn’t do. He wanted a willing participant, not this. He was too good for rape.

He sat next to the passed out teenager on his bed, stroked her hair and whispered in her ear hoping to awaken her, but she didn’t move. 

It was getting late. He needed to get home to his wife.

He felt for her pulse. It was really weak.
Too weak.
What if he had given her too much of the concoction? His pulse quickened. He couldn’t deal with a dead girl. He picked up his phone and called his bodyguard. He would know how to handle this situation discreetly.

Delia stood in the center of her living room clutching her carry-on to her stomach like a nervous child about to be punished. She’d tried waiting for her husband on the lush leather couch, but it didn’t feel natural. She hated that couch anyway. She hadn’t used it since she caught Jason making out with Maria on it a year ago.  Why she didn’t leave him then was a mystery to her.

She looked at the gold and ivory grandfather clock that stood next to the archway separating the living room from the formal dining room to make sure the time matched what her watch said.  He should have been home hours ago.

Delia grabbed a tissue out of the pocket of her jeans and sneezed into it as she wondered what his excuse would be this time. “Baby, I’m sorry I had to work late. Didn’t you get my message?” “Baby, I had a flat tire and my cell phone died.” “Baby, I saw an injured puppy on the side of the road and I just had to help it.” “Baby, that’s not lipstick on my collar, it’s …
it’s
tomato soup!”

Sure, those lines sounded stupid now, but they’d worked in the past. There was just something about Jason James she couldn’t resist. Something about his sensual brown eyes and luscious lips made him like air to her. He was irresistible. She needed him, his touch,
his
reassurance to feel whole. The problem was he also seemed irresistible to Maria, Patricia, Claudia, Vanessa and Linda. Either that man was a nymphomaniac or he couldn’t resist women whose names ended with ‘a.’

Delia dropped her bag next to the rest of her luggage and began pacing the marble floor. The longer time ticked on, the more her resolve waned. She sneezed three times into her tissue. She always sneezed when she was nervous. And what could make her more nervous than the idea of completely restarting her life?

Could she really walk out on her marriage? Could she really leave Jason, the only man she’d ever been with?
The catch of George Washington University.
The man that all the girls wanted.
He had chosen her. Out of all the women he could have had, he’d chosen her to marry. Maybe he really did love her. Maybe they could go to counseling. Yeah, she could make it work.

Just as Delia was about to drag her luggage back toward the bedroom, the phone rang.

“Did he come home yet?” Donna Lee asked without a ‘hello.’

“Look, I’ve been thinking. Maybe I just didn’t work hard enough at our marriage. Maybe we could get counseling and be happy
... ”

“Dee, don’t wimp out on me now. Jason is a dog and he will never change. We’ve been through this before, okay? Just because he looks like Johnny
Depp
and has more money than Oprah doesn’t give him the right to treat you any way he wants. How long are you going to let him play you? He’s eating away at your self-esteem.  You need to get away from him before there is nothing left.”

Deep down, Delia knew her sister was right, but she didn’t want to be a failure anymore. She wanted to be a better person and wife. The type of wife that could keep her husband satisfied.

Delia wandered into Jason’s dressing room. It was identical to hers, found on the other side of the bedroom, except that Jason had added a few extra features. Besides the wall-to-wall mirrors, he had special compartments for his shoes that slid from the walls at the press of a button, and a rotating closet. He’d offered to make the same upgrades in her room, but she didn’t see the need. She didn’t own half as many clothes as he did.

Staring at her reflection in one of the many mirrors, she twisted a lock of hair around her finger and listened to her sister ramble off the reasons why she needed to leave Jason.  She was beautiful once. At least that was what Jason told her four years ago as he stared into her green eyes and stroked her dark curly hair on their first date.  She had been a senior in college and had never even been on a date, being too busy trying to finish her math, computer science, and physics triple major.

In a matter of hours, she was madly in love. She thought he would dump her the moment he found out she wouldn’t sleep with him until they were married, but instead he married her.  They eloped graduation night, making Delia possibly the happiest co-ed on campus. But her bliss had been short-lived as she began to realize that Jason had wandering eyes … and hands … and other body parts.

As she looked in the mirror, she focused on her eyes and the bags that had begun to develop underneath them. Bags that came from the countless sleepless nights of wondering where her husband was and whom he
was
with. She didn’t cry anymore over it. She’d given up crying about two years ago. It did no good.  Delia reached for her purse and began applying some foundation, the new Queen
Latifah
brand for dark sisters. Maybe if she were prettier, she could be enough for him.

“Are you listening to me, Dee?”

“What? Huh? Yeah, um, I think I’m
gonna
give it one more shot. I mean he’s the love of my life. I can’t just give up on us.”

Donna Lee sighed on the other end of the phone. 

“That’s it! I’m coming over and dragging you out of that million dollar nightmare myself.”

“Donna Lee
don’t
. I’m fine really. I can make it work.”

“But that’s just it, Dee. You don’t
have
to make it work. You don’t have to live like this. I know you don’t believe me, but you deserve better.”

Delia didn’t respond.

“This all goes back to being adopted, doesn’t it? I was adopted, too, you know.  You don’t see me settling for scumbags like Jason. I wish Mom had never told you about your biological parents.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about her parents. She always knew she was adopted, being that she was black, her sister was Korean, and her little brother was Hispanic, but it wasn’t until she was in high school that being adopted really affected her. That was when her mother, Jolie, told her that she was found in a dumpster at four months old.

She would’ve felt better about the situation if her biological parents had realized they couldn’t take care of her and taken her to an adoption agency or children’s home. But, instead, after caring for her for four months, they realized she wasn’t worth anything and threw her out like trash, like she was
a nobody
.