THAT MAN 5 (The Wedding Story-Part 2) (6 page)

“Blake! What are you doing?” she breathed out.

“Thanking you properly for believing me. And for coming here with me.”

“Oh!”

I began to caress her slick pussy and soon felt her heat. I had to make this quick. Before Dr. Klein sent someone to check on me. Hastily, I moved my fingers to her clit and circled it vigorously. She bit down on her bottom lip to suppress her sounds though sexy little whimpers lodged in her throat. Her breathing was uneven. Enjoying every minute, I nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Oh, God. You’re making me come!”

“That’s the plan,” I breathed into her ear, rubbing my cock against her backside with the hope I’d get an erection. Fuck. Nothing. Not even a little twitch. I refocused my energy on Jen, rubbing her nub harder.

“Oh, Blake,” she moaned as she bucked against me, her pussy trembling and spilling with her juices.

I planted a chaste kiss on her head and just held her. “Thanks again for
coming,
tiger. I needed you here with me.”

“Blake, I’m always going to be there for you.”

“The same, baby. The same.”

Her dreamy smile met mine in the mirror, and then we headed back to the examination room where we took our former positions. Dr. Klein returned shortly.

“Did you have difficulty urinating, Blake?” he asked. “You were in the bathroom for quite a while.”

“No, Doc. Not at all. A little rough at the beginning. I’m not used to peeing in a cup. But once I got it going, no problem.” But the truth, there was a problem. A big one. Or should I say a not so big one, depending on how you looked at it and put it into perspective. I couldn’t get an erection. I desperately wanted to tell him about it, but I held my tongue.

With a smile, he nodded. “Good. And I must say you’re looking a little better than when you first came in. I suggest you go home and rest and keep your jeans buttoned until we have the results of your test. I’ll call you as soon as I get them.”

I stood up from the examining table and joined Jennifer. Dr. Klein turned to face us.

“And Jennifer, a pleasure to meet you. Congratulations on your engagement. I look forward to the wedding.”

Jennifer beamed. “We look forward to seeing you there.”

“Ditto.” I shook the good doctor’s hand and thanked him for seeing me.

Silently, I thanked Jennifer for believing me and not calling the whole thing off. I still didn’t know how I was going to handle Kat who was out to sabotage us. Or the new, potentially life-changing problem I faced, thanks to her.

I fucking loved my tiger.

And fucking hated that bitch.

Jennifer

I
wanted Blake to rest. Doctor’s orders. It was Saturday, hence no need for either of us to go into the office. So I made him put on his pajamas and tucked him into bed. Then, I heated up the leftover matzo ball soup I’d made and frozen a few weeks ago. He said he wasn’t hungry, but I forced him to eat it. In fact, I fed it to him, lovingly blowing on each tablespoon before putting it to his lips. Blake, it seemed, was always taking care of me. The role reversal felt so good. I loved taking care of my man.
That
man who loved me so. He told me he felt a little better after finishing the bowl of the nourishing broth. I smiled. Blake’s grandma was right: matzo ball soup was Jewish penicillin as much as it was an aphrodisiac. Blake, however, was in no condition for a romp.

I joined him in bed, snuggling close to him. I flipped on the TV to get our minds off the results of the urine test. In the middle of a
SpongeBob
episode, Blake’s cell phone rang. It was Dr. Klein. I asked Blake to put the phone on speaker mode. My heartbeat sped up with anticipation.

“Blake, we got back the results of the urine sample,” began Dr. Klein.

“And…” Blake sounded anxious. I clasped his hand.

“Everything is normal except…” The doctor paused. “The lab found a high level of Rohypnol.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the brand name for flunitrazepam, a drug that is commonly used in drug-facilitated sexual assaults. Otherwise known as the date-rape drug.”

There was silence on Blake’s end. His lips tightened into a grim, angry line. I knew what he was feeling. I was feeling it too. A maelstrom of rage and abuse.

The doctor continued. “Blake, this is very serious. It’s considered a crime. Do you have any recollection of who did this to you?”

Blake drew in a sharp breath. “Doctor, like I told you before, I don’t. I went to a club, the one I belong to, and had a cocktail at the bar. Someone must have slipped it into my drink.”

I gave his hand a little squeeze, letting him know he’d handled the inquiry perfectly. The doctor responded.

“Well, Blake, I still think you should report it. And let me tell you, you’re very lucky. The high dose of Rohypnol mixed with alcohol could have killed you.”

A shiver ran through me from my head to my toes. The thought of Kat taking Blake away from me forever was unfathomable. I squeezed his hand tighter, never wanting to let go of him.

Maintaining his composure, Blake told Dr. Klein he would think about it and then took another deep breath. “One thing, Doctor. I hope you’ll share none of this with my parents or sister.”

“Of course not, Blake. Doctor-patient privilege.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course. One last question, how do you feel?”

“Better but still queasy.”

“That’s normal. I want you to rest and drink plenty of fluids. By tonight, the drug should be out of your system.”

“I will.” Blake paused, placing his free hand on the duvet close to his cock. It had been very still today. A look of uncertainty washed over his face. “Doc, will this flu-nit-shit-whatever drug have any long term effects on my uh…um…equipment?”

I heard the good doctor chuckle. “No, Blake. You should be absolutely fine.”

Blake blew out a breath of relief. Inwardly, I did the same.

With that, the two exchanged good-byes and Blake ended the call. He hastily tossed his phone onto the bed and then turned to look at me. His look of relief had turned to rage.

“The fucking bitch!”

I gently cradled his embittered face in my hands, turning it toward me. “Baby, the good news is you’re going to be okay.”

Taking me in his arms, Blake thanked me again for trusting him and for making him take the test. But he was still mad as hell. What was most infuriating him was that he didn’t know what do next. He explained all the ramifications of taking Kat down. Exposing her. Moreover, Kat most likely still had all the photos on her phone and could use them to spin more evil.

He slammed his fist against the bed. “Fucking, fucking bitch.”

Thank God, for the cushy memory foam mattress (we’d never bought a springy one) because on any other surface, Blake would have likely broken some bones with the force of his fist. I lifted the hand to my lips and tenderly kissed the back of it.

“Fucking, fucking bitch,” he muttered again.

“No, baby,
fuck
the bitch.” My father had always preached, “Don’t get mad. Get even.”

I told Blake my idea without giving away too many details. And that I needed his help. “I trusted you, baby. Now, you must trust me.”

“I do, tiger.”

After a sweet kiss, he did as I asked and made two calls. Yes! Things were working out.

Sucking in air through his nose, he set the phone down on the bed and asked me to face him. His large hands took hold of my shoulders. He looked anxious.

“Jen, there’s something I’ve got to tell you about Kat. About our past that I should have told you before.”

My pulse sped up and my eyes fluttered. He hadn’t been honest with me?

He took in a shaky breath and on the exhale he simply said, “I got Kat pregnant.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You have a child?”

“No, tiger.” And then a long tense pause. “She had a miscarriage.”

“When did this happen?” Though shocked, I kept my tone even keeled.

“The summer after high school. We were at some graduation party, and I got drunk. As always, she was all over me. Stupid me succumbed. The fucking condom must have torn from her nails, and I guess she was off birth control.”

“Jeez.”

“Jen, she wanted to keep the baby so I would marry her. My parents were up in arms. Rightfully, neither of them thought we should do that. We were too young. I wanted nothing to do with her, and believe me, the last fucking thing I wanted was to be a father at the age of eighteen. Her parents, however, wanted us to marry. The recession had hurt them, and they were going through lean times. If Kat married me, they would no longer have to support her extravagant lifestyle, and they could smooch off my parents, who had protected their investments. So, they supported Kat’s decision. I was fucked. Afraid of a scandal that would embarrass my family, I lied and told her I’d marry her if she kept my identity under wraps until the baby was born. She went along with it, taunting me each day she would break her promise if she caught me with another girl.”

Blake had stunned me in into silence. Wordlessly, I listened on. His voice faltered.

“Six months in and barely showing—her friends thought she’d just gained weight—the bitch went horseback riding.” Blake paused, taking a breath. “She went into labor. My sister was discreetly there for her, but the baby was stillborn.”

“Oh, Blake!” So, that was what Marcy was hiding. I cupped my petite hand over his large one, still splayed on my shoulder. Raw emotion poured through my veins as he went on.

“It was a boy. We had a proper Jewish burial for him and had to name him. Gabriel… after an angel.”

The angel of revelation
.

“Just our families attended.” Blake’s voice softened, and he closed his eyes for a long moment as if he were going back in time.

“Jen, I’ll never forget that day and that tiny shoebox-sized coffin being lowered into the earth. My little mistake. As our rabbi recited the
Kaddish,
the prayer for the dead, it began to drizzle, and the anger I had toward Kat turned inward. I hated myself and grieved for the little boy I didn’t want or would never know. With each shovel of the earth, I grew numb. Kat didn’t shed a tear. At the end of the service, she spat in my face and called me an asshole.”

He bowed his head. “She was right. I was an asshole. A stupid fucking asshole.”

“Blake, look at me.” Slowly, he lifted his eyes. “You’re
not
an asshole.”

My heart was cracking. This story explained so much of Blake. His fear of relationships. And his baby-phobia. My mind flashed back to the lunch we had last year with Jaime and how uncomfortable he initially was with his twins. And then to his uncomfortable reaction to my pregnancy test. The story wasn’t over.

“After the burial, Kat had a breakdown. Maybe from a hormone imbalance, depression, or guilt. Or a combination of all three. She tried to commit suicide and her parents institutionalized her. A year later, she was released, and the first thing she did was show up at my UCLA dorm and tell me how much she loved me. One night, she even managed to break in, and I found her naked in my bed. I had to get a restraining order. Fortunately, she went to live abroad but returned to LA last fall. Jen, to make a long story short, she hasn’t stopped stalking me. The girl is sick. Poison. I just wished I’d told all of this to you sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?” My voice was tender, my eyes compassionate.

“I wanted to. She stalked me in Vegas and threatened to tell you herself.”

My blood simmered. Did she hit on him?

“I wanted to tell you the minute I came back, but I couldn’t with the way you were feeling. Then, the day you went to see Marcy, she fucking assaulted me again at Saks. I thought she’d gotten to you when I couldn’t reach you. That’s why I flew to Boise. But when I found out about your dad, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I didn’t need to lay this heavy shit on you and upset you more.”

I held his face in my hands and gazed lovingly into his remorseful eyes. He had made the right decisions.

“And then I was going to tell you last night at dinner. And the psycho bitch fucked me over again.” His eyes burnt into mine. “Can you forgive me, tiger?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, my love. It wasn’t your fault. It was a nightmare you had no control over. We just can’t hide things from each other.”

Silently, he nodded in my palms, and I acknowledged him with a smile on my lips and in my eyes.

“Blake, baby, I love you so much. Do you believe me?”

He drew me tight against him, and the hot, passionate kiss he planted on my lips was all I needed.

*

Fraught with emotion, I lay in bed with Blake until he dozed off. Quietly, I slipped away and booted up my computer. It was time to take the sick bitch down. For all the pain she’d caused me. And for all she’d caused my Blake. I typed away.

To: Katrina Moore

From: Jennifer McCoy

Subject: Meeting/URGENT

Dear Kat~

I am writing you with tears in my eyes. I am completely devastated by the photos you sent me of you and Blake.