Unspeakable Proposal (8 page)

Now, John didn’t have an important meeting to attend, he just wanted to get the fuck away from Quanique. The truth was he was scheduled to sit in on a routine staff meeting. Bolting into his office, he ordered his secretary to reschedule.

“Reschedule all of my appointments for the day. I’m not feeling well.” He barked as he scurried into his office and locked his door.

Shaken, he fell back against the large cherry wood door for support. His eyes closed and filled with tears as he realized exactly what he had just done. John had just broken his vow of fidelity. “You Mother Fucka! Look what you did!” He grabbed his dick and snorted. “Hope’s going to kill me and then she’s going to leave me! And I swear to God I hope she cuts you off and throws you in the damn garbage disposal! With your stupid, stupid, stupid, dumbass self! Idiot!”

A qui
ck knock at the door interrupted his tantrum. “Mr. Sabin are you okay? Would you like me to get you something?” Sharon asked through the closed door.

“Sharon, I’m okay… But can you get my wife on the phone. I need to talk to her immediately.”

“Okay sir. Sir, you’re not having a heart attack are you.” She asked concerned.

“No, I don’t think so. Just get Hope on the phone for me.”

“Okay! Right away sir.”

John willed himself to walk to his large mahogany desk and take a seat in his chair. Wiping his eyes he contemplated what he would say to Hope. Sure he could lie, but that
would only lead to more trouble. He soon realized the truth was his only recourse. Hope was just as much to blame for this woman’s presence in his life as he was. She opened this can of smelly ass worms and she would have to close it.

“Mr. Sabin.”

“Yes Sharon.”

“Your wife’s on line three.”

“Thank you Sharon.”

“Do you feel better sir or should I call the paramedics?”

“No, I’m okay. Just let me speak to my wife.”

“Okay she’s waiting on line three.”

“Thanks.”

John took a giant breath and sighed a silent prayer. He
could only pray Hope would somehow, someday, someway forgive him. “Hope?”

“Yeah! Hey! Are you okay?
Sharon said you’re not feeling well. She seems to think you’re having a heart attack. Are you having chest pains? If so, call the paramedics.”

The sound of Hope’s sweet, concerned voice instantly made John emotional. Not sure if his nosey secretary was ease dropping, he decided to call Hope back from his cell, “I’m going to call you right back.”

“John what’s going on?”

“Just answer your cell phone. I’m calling you now.”

“Oh… Okay.” Hope nervously responded. She could hear the stress in John’s voice and she instantly knew something was gravely wrong. She waited all but patiently for his call. Less than thirty seconds later her cell phone rang. That was the longest thirty seconds of Hope’s life. “John?”

“Yeah… It’s me.”
He answered in a small defeated voice.

“Baby what’s wrong? You are scaring me. What’s going on?”

“Hope you know how much I love you right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“And you know I’d never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our marriage, right?”

“John just spit it out! You are scaring the hell out of me.”

John’s voice began to crack as he lost the battle with the sob in his soul he desperately tried to hold back. “Baby, I don’t even know how to say it. It’s too unspeakable.”

Tears filled Hope’s eyes. “John, listen to me. You can tell me anything. There is nothing you could say that would stop me from loving you. Okay? So, I’m going to count to three
and I want you to just blurt it out. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try
.” He sobbed. “But promise me you won’t leave me. Promise me!”

“I promise, nothing you say will make me leave you. Okay? Now I’m going to start counting
and you get ready to talk. Okay?”

“Okay! But remember you promised.”

“I remember. One… Two… Three…”

“Quanique showed up to my office, half naked, seduced me and gave me a blowjob!”
John blurted as quick as he could in one single breath.

“When?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“Where is she now?”

“Downstairs in the lobby waiting for me to come out of a meeting. I didn’t know how to get rid of her.”

“I’m on my way!”

“Hope, please tell me you’re not going to leave me. I lost control of my body. Everything happened so fast.” Hope did not respond. “Hope please say something. This guilt is killing me! I think Sharon might be right, I think I am having a heart attack. You know what? I don’t give a fuck! I’d rather die than live an hour without you.”

Hope was silent for a long breath as she fantasized about breaking her
expensive, designer stiletto heel off in Quanique’s fucking ass! “That nasty little, sneaky little, conniving little Bitch!” Hope’s brain screamed.

“Hope
please! You promised me you wouldn’t leave me! Please don’t leave me! I know I fucked up! I’m sorry baby! I’m sorry! My body was confused when I saw her… Ah fuck! Hope I’m so sorry I cheated on you! Please forgive me! Please!” John sobbed.

Hope finally recovered from her trip to Fantasy Island. “John… Please calm down. None of this is your fault. Quanique is just trying to manipulate you for money. I don’t blame you. I have no one to blame for this fiasco, except myself. I should have never allowed that nasty Bitch in our marital bed! Look, I’m about five minutes from your office. I left home the moment Sharon called me. Meet me out front and bring that skank Quanique with you. I’ll handle everything.”

“Oh God… Thank you! Hope I’m so sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. Okay?”

“No! It never happened, okay? We’re going to bury it here and never, ever mention it again. This was not your mistake. This was mine. So, we’re both going to forget it ever happened. Okay?”

“Okay? Thanks baby. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me.”

“
I’m almost there, so meet me out front.”

“Okay! I’m on my way!”         

Minutes later John
retrieved the anxious Quanique from the reception area of the main lobby. “Hey are you ready to go?” He nervously smiled.

“I sure am.” She responded as a sexy flirtatious smile kissed her beautiful face.

“Good! My car is about to come around. Let’s wait outside.”

Seconds later a chauffeur driven, brand new white on white Maybach Landaulet pulled up in front of them. “Is this your car?” She asked shocked.

“Yeah.” John nonchalantly responded as he took her by the hand and led her to the car. “Watch your step.” He said as they stepped off the curb.

Quanique’s mouth dropped open wide enough for a flock of sea gulls to fly in. She knew the
Sabins were undoubtedly rich, but what she didn’t know was exactly how obscenely, filthy rich they were. If ever she considered ambushing Hope and extorting her for more money now was the time. But after blowing John just minutes ago she quickly decided to go for all of the gold. “Fuck Hope!” She snorted beneath her breath. “Oh my God! How rich are you, John?” John ignored her.

The uniformed driver got out and walked around the vehicle to open the door for them.
“Good afternoon sir.” He said as he held the door open and indicated for them to get in.

Now imagine the expression on Quanique’s face when she looked into the back seat and saw her worse nightmare, Hope Sabin.

“Get in Quanique before I drag your nasty ass in!” Hope demanded.

Quanique
immediately looked at John to see what was going on. “Did you call her?” She asked completely blown away.

“Of course I did Quanique. Hope’s my wife. I don’t keep secrets from my wife. Get in, she needs to talk to you about what happened between us in that office.”

Now, you could have sold Quanique’s ass for a wet, two dollar, counterfeit, ten year old, Albanian food stamp at this point. She had no recourse but to get in the car. Frightened as a ten year old girl who just got her period, she sat next to Hope. Naturally she didn’t want to go anywhere with Hope, especially after just sucking her husband’s dick. But what choice did she have? Hope was paying her tuition and giving her a five thousand dollar a month check for living expenses. Unemployed, overextended and essentially broke, Quanique had no other means of support for her and her unborn child. She had used most of her fifty thousand dollar advance to purchase and furnish a modest townhome. Like it or not, Quanique was at Hope’s mercy and she knew it, although she didn’t like it.

“Where are we going?” She quietly asked. Hope ignored her.

“I’ll take it from here baby. Why don’t you go home and relax. I got this.” Hope assured John.

“Are you sure? I can tag along if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I’m sure… That would just be awkward for the two of you. I’ll see you at home when I’m finished. Hey, have the chef start dinner early. I’m starving.”

“Okay, I sure will. Don’t be too long.” John said as he stepped away and allowed the driver to secure the door.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She smiled.

Running around to Hope’s side of the window, John motioned for Hope to roll down her window. She did. Sticking half his body through
the window, he kissed her as hard and as passionately as he could. Without reservation or hesitation Hope reciprocated. “I love you!” He confessed. “I always have and I always will love you! Hurry home, I have a surprise for you.”

Hope snickered. “Oh I bet you do! See you in a few, love!”

“I can’t believe this is your damn car!” Quanique remarked as her hands caressed the soft, hand sewn, white leather seats. Hope continued to ignore her.

“Where to, Mrs. Sabin?”

“Le Petite Mason and call ahead to reserve a private dining room. Thanks Robert. Oh yeah… Please open the top. I desperately need some fresh air.” She told her driver before closing the privacy petition.

“Hope I…”

“Silence! Don’t say a word to me until we arrive at the restaurant.”

The look on Hope’s face assured Quanique
that Hope meant business. She knew it would be a complete waste of time trying to explain to this woman why she showed up to her husband’s office and sucked his dick. Still something convinced Quanique she should at least try.

“Hope I can explain…”

“Silence! And I will not warn you again. You will turn up missing and they will never, ever find your body.” Hope warned as she pulled her designer sunglasses from her expensive designer purse. Wiping them with a soft cloth, she glared at Quanique and dared her to speak. “Yeah I thought so!” She mumbled beneath her breath as she put her sunglasses on and relaxed back in her plush leather seat as the roof to the Maybach slowly disappeared.

After a twenty minute, bone chillingly silent ride, they arrived at the crowded restaurant and were immediately escorted to a private dining room off the side of the main entrance. A hostess, a waiter and two waitresses were assigned to wait on them. Quanique watched in awe as they scrambled to accommodate Hope’s every whim, barring everything except wiping her ass.

Hope placed their drink order and, a few moments later, she seemed to relax as she sipped on a large apple martini. “God I needed that! Now, that’s good stuff.” She sighed deeply.

“Yeah, I can imagine! Although I wouldn’t know
, because I can’t drink.” Quanique grumbled as she took a sip of ice water.

Hope’s eyes narrowed on the beautiful young woman as she slowly sipped her drink. She had held her rage and contempt for this woman for longer than she cared to imagine. It was officially time for a showdown.

“Quanique, I have bent over backwards, literally… Trying to please you and accommodate you and make you happy… But you know what… All that bullshit ends today! I have fucking officially had it with your ass! Exactly what are you trying to pull?”

“What are you talking about?” Quanique
played innocent.

“Don’t act like you don’t have a clue what I mean. From the day the ink dried on that contract, you have been plotting and planning and scheming and conniving to circumvent and
undermine every damn thing I’ve been trying to do.”

“Again what exactly are you talking about Hope? You have to be more specific.”

“Oh! Where the FUCK do I even begin?  Look, you are in your second year of a master’s program at UNCC, so I know you are not dumb. Stop playing games! You and I had a deal. And sucking my husband’s dick behind my fucking back was not part of it! All this bullshit you keep trying to pull needs to come to an end. Seriously? What the fuck where you thinking?  Did you really think I wouldn’t find this bullshit out and check your ass? Girl you are so lucky you are pregnant… I would fuck your ass up if you weren’t!”

“I was horny! You won’t let me fuck anybody until after my baby is born.
What the fuck was I supposed to do? I wanted and needed some dick! I figured…”

“Hold up! What did you just say?” Hope abruptly interrupted.

“What? What are you talking about? What did I say? I said I needed some dick!”

“No! Not that! The other thing. The part about your baby!”

“What’s wrong with that?” Quanique asked confused.

“Let’s see… First of all… You don’t have a baby… That baby in your damn belly belongs to me and my husband. I paid for it and he conceived it and you don’t get to keep it
and you damn sure don’t get to call it yours! That’s my son! Not yours! And for the fucking record his name is John! I don’t know what the fuck you were trying to prove showing up at my husband’s office… But I hope to God you are not entertaining the notion of raising my son with my husband, while I stand idly by with my thumb up my ass and watch! Seriously, Quanique? Have you completely gone mad and lost your damn mind? I’m going to tell you this for your own good and trust me I say it with love… Put the fucking Coo- Coo back in the fucking clock!” Hope snapped. “If not you will not get another dime out of me! We had a fucking deal! So, stick to the damn plan and stop fucking improvising!”

“You’re right we HAD a deal… Emphasis on had… But judging
by the way you’re dressed and the way you’re rolling…. Seems to me I got the shitty end of the stick!”

“Excuse me, what the fuck does my wealth have to do with our deal?” Hope asked confused.

“I have expenses!” Quanique snapped.

“I know! I’m the one who pays them!” Hope retorted.

“Well, I don’t think it’s enough… Well, at least not enough to give up my son.”

“My son! John’s son! Not your son! Why can’t you seem to latch on to that concept like you seem to be able to latch on to another woman’s dick?”

“Oh I see the problem… You’re just mad I can fuck your husband better than you! He prefers my tight little pussy to your worn out snatch!”

“Snatch…” Hope laughed. “Now that’s a good word. It can be used in so many different ways.
Like… I’m going to snatch this trick ass Bitch bald if she don’t watch her fucking mouth!”

“Whatever! The way I see it
, if John finds out I’m carrying his son he may be more inclined to be with me and his son than to live a childless existence with your old, dried up ass!”

Hope carefully folded her hands and placed them on the table. She knew it was paramount one of them remained calm or the situation would rapidly deteriorate and result in somebody named Pretty Miss Quanique getting a shoe stuck up her ass. Hope remained silent, she didn’t even consider responding. She said not a word as she carefully studied Quanique in an effort to determine her true motives. Not quite sure exactly what Quanique wanted, Hope decided
to simply ask.

“So, what do you want?” Hope calmly sighed.

“What do you mean what do I want?” Quanique responded. “What do you think I want?”

“I just want to know what it’s going to take to get our original plan back on track. Somehow you have seemed to have veered off course
and I’m not sure where you are headed. So, I just want to know what you need from me to fix this.”

“I’m not sure you can. The way I see it I can do one of two things. One, I can take the little bit of money you’re offering me now, give up my parental rights to my son and regret it forever, or…” She hesitated.

“Or what?” Hope asked. “Go ahead and finish. Don’t be shy now. Go ahead and say it!”

“Okay I will! Or I could tell John I’m pregnant, establish paternity and get child support until my son graduates from college. You have to admit that’s
a hell of a lot more money than you’re offering me.”

“True… But Quanique who are you trying to fool? You’re not ready to settle down
and you are certainly not ready to be anybody’s mother. You don’t want a baby, you’re a party girl. You know it and I know it. You want a drink right now so bad it’s killing you. I can tell because you haven’t stopped staring at mine. It’s a wonder I haven’t choked to death… With you sipping while I’m trying to swallow.  God only knows what’s going on between those legs of yours right now, and we both know it is the brains of the whole operation. Poor thing… You were so certain John was going to take you somewhere and fill you full of dick! Weren’t you? Yet here you sit with me. Poor, poor, poor little thing. The back of your dress must be soaked right about now.” Hope taunted.

“Fuck you, Hope! Fuck you! You think you know me so well, but you don’t know shit about me! Who knows, if the right man came along, with the right offer, I just might be willing to play house.”

“Really? So, I suppose John is the right man? Huh?”

“Well, you of all people would have to admit he’s
a hell of a good catch. He’s tall, dark, and handsome and slings a big old hard dick. Oh yeah and the money, well that’s just the cherry on top. Now that man knows how to fuck a woman and don’t even get me started about his energetic tongue. I think about that tongue every time I masturbate.”

Naturally, Hope had figured out a long time ago Quanique was just trying to bait her into giving her more money. She didn’t
really want John, she just wanted more money. It was fruitless to continue to allow her to provoke her to anger. So Hope remained cucumber calm.

“You’re right. He certainly can please a woman.
Although according to him he didn’t touch you today! You just stripped down and blowed him. Hell, I can’t blame him. What man could resist an eager mouth like yours?”

“You should know just how eager it is! I bet you never came so hard in your life.” Quanique smirked.

“Fuck you! You nasty ass cunt licking hoe!” Hope snapped as she grabbed a fork from the table. “I fucking hate you for what you made me do that night! Now, say another fucking word and I will fucking end you!”

An attentive waiter saw Hope with the fork and realized that the confrontation was getting a little out of hand. Hustling over to the table, he wrestled the fork from Hope’s hands. “Here Madame… Let me have this fork… It’s obviously dirty… I’ll get you another one right away. As a matter of fact, I’ll replace all of the silverware.” He cleverly masked the altercation and safely removed all sharp objects from the table.

Hope diffused instantly as she considered how close she came to going to jail for stabbing Quanique in her sternum. Sighing deeply she responded. “Thank you, Pierre. Your special attention to detail is much appreciated. We won’t be needing more silverware. I have to leave shortly. Thank you. I’ll have my attorney send you a special envelope for your service.”