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"You broke him. Took that man’s spirit, didn’t you?"
"What you talking ’bout, Devin. He’s doin’ better here than he ever has."
"Doesn’t matter."
And it didn’t. Not to her. A man gotta at least feel like he’s in control, even if he’s not. I could tell she was thinking about it though. I kept working and tried not to think about it. I closed my eyes and thought about all the times I’d massaged Taye’s shoulders after she’d had a bad day. I worked her shoulders, her neck, her temples, and then worked my way back down to her neck. I put my thumbs in the notches between her neck and shoulders, massaging her upper chest, and for a while, I lost myself in thoughts of Avonte.
I felt her hand touch mine, and she led my hand down. Before I could react, I had a handful of breast. It wasn’t much, but what there was, was all nipple. I squeezed it gently between my thumb and forefinger. She touched my other hand and led it down to the other one.
Sandra started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on her blouse, and took it off while I continued playing with her nipples. She kicked off her shoes, unbuckled her jeans, and arched her back to come out of them.
I came to her and she threw her arms around my neck, and her tongue down my throat. Sandra undressed me as quickly as she could, and dropped to her knees. She took me into her mouth and sucked until I was hard. Then Sandra pushed me down on the couch and began fucking me like she hadn’t had a dick in her in a very long time. I stared into Sandra’s eyes the entire time, but my mind was on Avonte. I tried to put the thoughts of her out of my mind, and began to feast on Sandra’s nipples. When I began to feel her legs trembling on my thighs, I pushed harder. Sandra bore down on me and increased her pace. I could feel that she was about to come. She reached out and touched my face with both hands, and kissed me.
I closed my eyes and thought about how Taye used to ride me like there was no tomorrow. What the fuck was I doing?
"What the fuck am I doing?" I said out loud this time, as if I had been jerked back to reality.
Sandra got up. "I’m sorry, Devin." She smiled at me like the cat that swallowed the chicken. "I don’t know what came over me."
It wasn’t what she said. It was the way she said it—like it really didn’t bother her at all. The look in her eyes told a different story than the one coming out of her mouth.
"No, it was my fault. I got a little carried away."
"I think we both did," she said, smiling, picking up her clothes, and backing out of my office slowly.
We both laughed about it and agreed it shouldn’t have happened, and that it would never happen again. Both of us got our things quietly, and left. On the way home, I thought about what had happened. How I should have never put myself in that position. I thought about Avonte. The guilt came down on me hard then. I thought about telling Taye everything, but what would that accomplish?
* * *
Chapter Nine
Avonte
I went to see our lawyer, Albert Weinstein, that next morning after I left Tyrone’s house, he was expecting me, naturally. He said that Tyrone planned to file for divorce, and that it would be a good idea for me to, "Obtain the services of another attorney to see over your affairs."
Then he told me that Tyrone had made provisions for me, and hoped that we could settle this matter amicably.
Ain’t that a bitch?
There he was talking about ending my marriage like it was just another business deal. I was about to say something smart, but Weinstein handed me an envelope.
"What’s this?"
"A check, my dear. You come see me on or about the first of each month, and I’ll have it ready for you. Or, I could have it sent to you via courier once you get established."
I opened the envelope and looked at the check. It was for twenty thousand dollars. I was about to be a bitch and say that it wasn’t enough, but then I did the math. That would come to little less than a quarter of a million dollars a year. I put the check in my purse and stood up. "You tell Tyrone that I’m sure we can conclude this matter amicably. I will let you know when I obtain the services of another attorney to see over my affairs."
"I’ll be expecting their call," Weinstein said as I left his office.
That same day, I rented an apartment and went shopping for furniture. Once I was settled, I gave Weinstein my new address, and that was that. Every first of the month, a courier arrived with my money. It didn’t take me long to get tired of being alone.
I got up, got dressed, and went to a nearby bar. I sat down on the barstool, determined to sex the first good-looking man that approached me. I had never done anything even close to this before, but I was able to rationalize it by convincing myself that I’d never been in a situation like this before.
It didn’t take long before one stepped up. I didn?
?t even ask him what his name was, and lied when he asked me mine. Before too long, we were leaving the bar and on our way to get a room.
I was on a mission, and nothing was going to get in my way. Once we were in the room and I had stripped him down, I began to wonder what this was going to accomplish. The answer was nothing, but I had taken it this far and there was no way to back out now. I used my tongue to make circles around his nipples then quickly flicked it over one.
