Turned Out Saga (37 page)

Alexis was sitting in front on Thomas' house trying to figure out what she wanted to say. What right did she have to ask him if what Shondell said was true? What right did she have to ask about what transpired the night of the party?

However, she needed to know. She had to know because against her will and against her better judgment, her feelings had gotten involved. She was starting to care for him more than she wanted to admit even to herself.

She looked up at the door and glanced at the window. She saw Thomas looking out the window and she knew he was probably wondering why she was sitting in the car. Did she need a moment and what for? They caught one another's eye and she looked at the door, which he had just opened. He waved her over and she put up one finger as in “wait.”

She didn't want to be rushed and she wanted to come in on her own time. After counting to ten, she got out of her car, closed her door and walked in the house.

“Thomas?” she called out.

Thomas came from the back. The second they saw one another, they wanted to run into each other's arms like they do on television, fall on the floor and make wild passionate love. They didn't because this was reality and there were some things they each wanted to say to the other.

Standing in front of one another, they eyed each other up and down, at first with neither saying a word.

“How are you?” Alexis asked.

“It's all good.”

“Is it?”

Thomas took her hand. “Come on, let's go into the kitchen.”

She didn't protest.

Once in the kitchen, Thomas poured them each a glass of wine.

“I didn't know you drank wine. I thought you were a cognac, Hennessey man.”

“I'm that and more,” he told her as he sat down on a stool and pulled out one for her. “What's going on Alexis?”

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?”

“Zyair told me you came across Shondell.”

Alexis didn't feel like beating around the bush. “Is she having your baby?”

“Would it matter to you if she was?”

Alexis placed her wine glass down and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I don't have time for games.”

“Who's playing games? I just want to know if it would matter to you.”

“I wouldn't be asking you if it didn't.”

“Does this mean that you're feeling me on a deeper level?”

Alexis wasn't ready to admit it. “Is she?”

“The last time I slept with her was two or three months ago and it was that one night only.”

“Did you wear a condom?”

“Of course. Do you really have to ask that question? You met her, she's crazy. That's why I stopped seeing her in the first place. Yes, we used to deal but it was just sex. Every now and then I'd help her and her daughter out. But when she started stalking and questioning me, I knew it was time to call it quits.”

“How do you know she didn't poke a hole in the condom or something?” Alexis had heard of women doing this all the time, especially when the man involved was well-off. “Was it your condom or hers?”

“It doesn't matter,” Thomas told her. “Just know that I'm going to get to the bottom of this.”

Thomas didn't want to think about Shondell and the condom. That was the last thing he wanted to think about. What he wanted to think about was asking Alexis point blank to be his lady. After being arrested, getting his car destroyed, and having his reputation put on the line, he knew that it was time to cut out all the bullshit and settle down. The one he wanted to settle down with was sitting right in front of him.

Ever since they hung up earlier, Thomas had been rehearsing his I-want-to-be-serious speech. Well, not really rehearsing but going over in his head what he wanted to say.

“What are you going to do about her?”

“The only thing I can do; confront her.”

Alexis stood up, “Let's go sit on the couch.”

Once they were sitting next to one another, Alexis asked, “So what happened the other night?”

“You know what, I have no idea. What I do know is that someone is out to get me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm not one to be paranoid or suspect shit for no reason. I know when something is up and right now something is up. I just need to find out what and who is causing this shit to happen.”

Alexis leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Thomas asked.

“I am. I've just had a long day, that's all.”

Thomas moved closer to her and put his arms around her. He pulled her into him. “Alexis?”

“Yes?”

“You know I want to be with you, right?”

“Thomas, don't start this right now.”

“Start what? I'm not starting anything. I'm stating a fact and that fact is that I want you to be my lady.”

Alexis wasn't stunned. She knew that this was coming. She just didn't know that it would happen so soon.

She pulled away from him. “Thomas, how can you ask me that? You know I'm not ready to be in an exclusive relationship. You know my recent history. Hell, you played a part in me finding out about Khalil and how he played me out. You know it left me hurt and damaged.”

“I do know these things but what he did has nothing to do with me. I'm not him.”

“How do you know that you are ready for a serious relationship? How long have you ever been faithful to one woman?”

Thomas didn't answer.

“Exactly. Thomas, right now is not the time to be playing with my emotions.”

“Why do you think I'm playing with your emotions? I'm asking you some real shit right now. I'm asking you to be my lady.”

“I can't say yes to that. Right now I just want to keep it light. That's all I can handle.” She was saying those words, but did she really mean them? Did she really want to keep it light? She wasn't even sure
.

Thomas stood up in front of Alexis and started pacing. “You know what Alexis, you're right about me and you raised some very good questions. You're correct in saying I have never been faithful to one woman. Shit, I never tried. How do I know that I am ready for a relationship? Well, I'm not ready for any relationship. I'm ready for a relationship with you. I know this because when I wake up in the morning I think about you and whether or not we're going to speak. And when I think about who I believe will make me a better man by just being in their presence, all I see is your beautiful face.”

He stopped pacing, looked at her and noticed that he had her undivided attention. “I adore you Alexis and what I haven't done in the past is simply because I haven't run across another you.”

“Thomas, I'm not ready to make you any promises.”

Thomas sat back down and placed his finger gently on her lips. “Nor am I asking you to. I want the ball to be in your court. I am relinquishing control and placing my heart at your mercy.”

Alexis was blown away by what Thomas just said to her. Shit, he'd blown himself away by being so deep.

If he's running game, he is doing a hell of a job
.
If it's just sex he's after, hell, he was going to get that anyway.

“Thomas?” She wanted to distract him from this line of conversation. He was being so serious with her. Didn't he know the fear of being hurt was on the forefront of her mind?

“Yes?”

“Make love to me.”

Thomas stood up but Alexis pulled him back down. “No, make love to me right here, right now.”

Thomas looked her straight in the eyes as his hands touched her face.
Damn, I'm really in love with this woman.

He moved his hands and pushed her back and started to kiss her. The longer they kissed, the deeper and more intense it became. Alexis had to pull away because there were so many feelings flowing through their lips.

She reached for his shirt and tried to pull it over his head but he told her he'd do it. He stood up and took off his shirt. She unbuttoned hers and unsnapped her bra. He pulled down his pants and she slid her skirt up.

“Oh, so it's like that.”

“Yes, it's like that.”

Thomas laughed as he bent down to pull her panties off, but not before rubbing her through the material causing her to moan.

“Do you want me to taste you?”

“No, I want you inside me.”

Alexis reached out and touched his dick. She pulled it gently toward her. He knelt between her legs and let her guide him inside her pussy with her hands. They both closed their eyes until he settled inside her.

Slowly, he began to move inside Alexis as her pussy walls clinched around his dick.

“Whatever you're doing, keep doing it,” he told her.

She started to work her vaginal walls even more, hoping he felt every squeeze. Thomas started pulling all the way out and going as deep inside her as he could go. He'd pull out slowly again and go deeper. Once he was in as far as he could go, he started moving his body in a circular motion.

The rhythm he had going was causing her to shudder. Alexis was feeling a sensation that she hadn't felt before. It felt like she was going to urinate. She found herself contracting her muscles and trying to pull away but Thomas wasn't going to let that happen.

Please don't let me pee on this man,
Alexis thought to herself as she tried to pull away again.

“Relax, let it happen,” Thomas told her.

Please don't let Thomas be into golden showers.
“I feel like I have to pee,” she broke down and told him.

Thomas laughed as he continued grinding into her.

“Stop Thomas, it's not . . .” She couldn't continue her thought process because suddenly she felt a tingling sensation that felt like pressure in her stomach that moved down to her vagina. Before she could stop, she found herself searching for his mouth with hers and as she felt her orgasm build up, she bit down on his bottom lip. Alexis arched her back, grabbed his ass, and pushed him as deep into her as she could as she felt wetness coming from her vagina.

Exhausted from what just happened, she looked up at him but he had his eyes closed and was on the verge of his own orgasm. She started to slowly move with him until finally he collapsed on her.

After a brief second or two, he looked at her and she asked, “What was that?”

Of course, Alexis didn't expect an answer. She knew what it was. It was the first time she'd had a vaginal orgasm; an orgasm strictly from dick with no clitoral stimulation. Something that she'd only heard about and never thought she'd experience because according to Oprah over 75 percent of women didn't.

It was then that it started to hit her and she knew. She knew that Thomas just might be the one.

Shay was nervous as hell. She was going to tell Shamel that after working with him and being available to him for three months she was through with him; that she decided to live her life right and that she was worthy and could no longer be his play thing sexually or any other kind of way.

He really shouldn't have a problem with it. He can have any girl he wants.
Shay tried to trick herself into believing this but she knew Shamel. She'd been dealing with him for over a year and she knew that he would give her a hard time just because he could.

Shay walked up to the club and stopped in front of the door. She had to go through with this.

No one was standing at the door because it was still early, so Shay opened the door and stepped in. After adjusting her eyes to the dim light, she glanced around and saw the usual suspects. The only person she didn't spot was Big Tone.

She didn't see Shamel so she asked the bartender, “Is Shamel here?”

He looked toward the back. Shamel was walking out of his office with someone that looked familiar. Once they were up on one another, she noticed that it was Karen, this girl from her biology class. Karen looked up and saw Shay looking at her. She quickly looked away.

Shay watched as Shamel popped her on the ass and told her he will see her tonight.

He looked at Shay and told her. “Follow me.”

She does.
Should I tell him that Karen's underage?

Once in his office, Shamel closes the door. “Did you go to school today?”

“Yes.”
Maybe what I need to do is warn her.

“Did you see Alexis?”

“Yes.”
Maybe I should tell Ms. Houston.

Shamel can sense something is up. “Why the fuck are you giving me one word answers? What's up?”

“I've decided not to deal with you anymore.”
There, I've said it.

Shamel thought this was the funniest shit he'd heard in a long time.

“What's so funny?”

“You're what's funny. What are you going to do if you're not with me? Go work in one of those hell-hole strip clubs where no one will look out for you? You need me Shay and you know it.”

Shay looked at Shamel like he was crazy. “I don't need you. Ms. Houston said–”

Shamel got in Shay's face. “Said what? That you got potential and that you could do better than being a stripper? Hah, that's a laugh. That's what she gets paid to say.”

“She's a good person, Shamel. I don't know what you have planned to do with her or to her, but I don't want to lie to her.... She told me that I don't have to dance anymore and that she would let me come live with her and help me pay you all the money that I owe you.”

Shamel grabbed Shay by the neck. “You . . . You told her my name? You told her you owe me money?”

Shay put her hand over Shamel's and tried to pull it away. “No, I just told her that I owed somebody some money and I was dancing to pay back the debt.”

Shamel took one step back. The look in his eyes frightened Shay. She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm and held on tight.

“Let go of my arm Shamel. You're hurting me.”

“First of all, you silly little young-ass ho, I own your ass.”

Shay tried to pull away but he was holding her too tight. “What the fuck is wrong with you Shamel? Are you crazy? Let me go!”

He didn't because something in him clicked. “I tell your dumb ass to do a simple task, go back to school, suck it up and act like a good girl. But no, you come back to me with this new life plan shit. I see you lack discipline, and it's my job as head of the family to see to it that discipline is enforced. You disobeyed me, and for that you must pay.”

What the hell is he talking about?
Whatever it was, Shay knew it was going to be brutal because of the look in his eyes. She'd seen him react physically to men in the club before. She'd seen him grab the women forcefully and she'd felt his hands around her throat and there was a look each time. The look he had now was it.

She started to scream but Shamel pulled her into him and placed one hand over her mouth and put his legs between hers in a way that she wasn't able to move.

He took off his thick leather belt with the other hand and raised it high. In doing so, Shay was almost able to escape but he grabbed her arm and started striking her over and over. He was hitting her everywhere, on her arms, her legs, and her face.

“Stop! Please stop!” Some kind of way she got loose and tried to run toward the door but he grabbed her again and started smacking her in the face with an open palm.

Suddenly he heard someone trying to get in the office with a key.

The only person that had a key was Big Tone.

Before he had a chance to stop him from entering, Big Tone walked through the door and noticed Shay on the floor bleeding with a belt next to her and Shamel with his arm raised.

“What the. . . .”

Shamel dropped his arm and looked at Shay then Big Tone.

“What the fuck did you do?” Big Tone asked.

“Get her out of here,” Shamel said after kicking her.

“Get her out of here?”

“Just what am I supposed to do with her?”

“I don't know and I don't care.”

Big Tone reached down to help Shay up. He looked at Shamel and told him, “You fucked up man, you fucked up big time.”

Big Tone half carried her to the bathroom that was attached to the office and in a low voice told her, “You need to go to the hospital. I'm going to drop you off.”

Shay could barely speak. She was in shock and in pain.

“Just don't say who did this to you because if you do, you know what'll happen.”

Shay knew that was a warning and it was one she wasn't going to take lightly.