Chapter 7 Curses
A man is coming to look at the refrigerator. I won’t be able to make it home in time. Is there any way you can get off early and meet him?
Maura looked at Sidney’s latest text message. She imagined how Flora the Admin Assistant in her office might have answered if Sidney had been her husband:
“You ain’t been having no trouble meeting a man after work. What’s the problem now?…Tell your mama to meet him…”
But, Maura didn’t want to give Sidney the pleasure of receiving any catty remarks from her. Anyone with sense knows there’s a lot to be read between the lines of catty remarks. It leaves a door open for hope and reconciliation. Sassiness tells a man a woman’s heart is still in his hands. Maura did not want to convey anything to Sidney. She debated whether to answer him at all, lest he construe a message from her as an olive branch. It had been ten weeks since she spoke to him and by now she felt at home living amongst her clothes on hangers in the living room. Maura had literally turned the room into a huge walk-in closet. Restaurant food and Chinese take-out nourished her body. She kept bottled water in an ice chest. A cheap microwave sufficed if she needed anything warmed. She placed it atop a wrought iron shelf Sidney had picked up from an antique store. She contemplated buying a mini refrigerator for the room and sitting Sidney’s African stool on top of it—anything to insult Sidney’s sense of beauty and order.
Maura was glad she wasn’t bothered with any of his Friday night business. Her hand had become very familiar with her clitoris. Being separated from Sidney by a few feet had liberated her. And she had Sidney's man Cornrows in her fantasies. Maura's trashing of Sidney’s living room and sharing his man, if only in her head, was much better than any separation. She was prepared to go on like this the rest of her life if she had to. She felt such a life was safe and secure.
“Yes I still live in our house, but my heart is so far gone, I might as well be living in China.”
That would quieten the women in her office. They had to throw a man out to punish him for his sins. She had come up with a better punishment for Sidney. She lived right under his nose and yet denied him any access.
“I speak the truth about me also.”
“Yeah like when you walk into my room late at night just wearing a towel.”
“I have the decency to put on something. I got up to get a drink of water. I heard your music playing and asked if you wanted a drink. I’m not like you darting through the house nude or standing on the patio in the wee hours of the morning nude smoking that stuff.
The next morning when I got up to use the restroom, I heard my Mother in the study. I walked to the door and stood watching as she kneeled scrubbing the wall along the baseboards. My stomach quivered. I felt like a little boy caught doing something wrong. She sensed my presence and turned around.
“A rat pissed on this wall. Before you leave, I want you to buy some poison and put down some traps. I told John there were rats in this house. But nooo, he didn’t believe me. And when he finally saw one, you know what he said?” She looked at me. I shrugged. “He said they were God’s creatures. If Noah could tolerate two, we can tolerate one.” She laughed. “That man was a mess.”
The belt lay on top of the desk, where I had left it. Mama continued scrubbing the wall and talking to herself. “I will not have rats in my house. He would leave me to have to deal with this, do what he should have done when he was alive. Rats pissing all over everything, just like his sisters think they’re going to piss all over me.”
I picked up the belt. “Why didn’t you stop him, Mama?”
“Oh you know, your Father was as stubborn as ten mules. If that man didn’t want to do something, he didn’t do it.”
“Not the rats--this.”
She looked at me holding the belt in my hand. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Mama looked away, dipped her sponge in the bucket, and sloshed sudsy water on the wall. She ignored the mess she made on her pants. “Put that thing away. Your Father is dead. Let him rest in peace.”
My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned.
I may have taken vows, but I’m still determined to be me.
Now his rules are taking over my world, but I’m not the kind of girl to just obey.
There’s only one problem: I might actually be falling for him…
I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding onto a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.
Dirty Pleasures is the second book in The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy and should be read following Dirty Billionaire. Dirty Together, the conclusion of this filthy trilogy, is available now.
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Jethro gets fed up with his wife and her cousin after being cooped up in the cousin's tiny apartment. He came to New York to see things, he declares and steps out to explore the city on his own. As he rides the subway he growls under his breath to keep the creeps away (just imagine).
He catches the attention of Toni a crossdresser recently released from the army. It becomes a wild weekend of sex and self-discovery until a dangerous encounter with a gang of boys sends Jethro back to the arms of his wife, Eartha Pearl. Is Jethro a changed man? Only time will tell. "Harvey captures the flavor of New York with the best of them."
I say, “Now wait a minute, Jethro, you ain’t gonna have no cultural experiences stuck scared here on this stoop. Suppose Columbus had just sat on a stoop all his life. Just suppose. Shit. A man must take action!” While I sit debating, this big white dude in chains and leather walks toward me. Now, these chains ain’t dainty little things you get from Spiegel’s catalog. These chains come from the Navy yard. I mean these chains can lift submarines. He wears three around his neck, five on each wrist, and two on each ankle. Now the chains do not bother me. The fact that he has on funky raw uncured leather does not bother me. Even the glass eye--I hope it’s glass--dangling from his left earlobe on a chain does not bother me. What bothers me is when he turns in my direction, and grabs his grapefruit sized crotch and smiles—that’s what bothers ol’ Jethro here. I say, “Uh oh Jethro, somebody wants you to swing a certain way. And I don’t swing that way.” I wonder why he pick on me? So what if I do have on these black high top sneakers, shorts with Texas bluebonnets all over them, and a pink tee-shirt that says, “I BRAKE FOR MOONERS--that don’t mean I’m gay. Shoot. I’m just a colorful dude. Well okay if you want to count that time when I was in the eighth grade and me and Johnny Scardino grabbed each other’s rods behind the gym bleachers. I wouldn’t have gone back there with him, but he told me he had two and he would show me if I showed him mine. Okay, it tickled and I got a hard-on when he grabbed me and I grabbed him out of reflexes, but I haven’t seen Johnny since the eighth grade. I dreamed about him once, since I been married to Eartha Pearl. But I woke up and made love to Eartha real quick.
So anyway I hang my head and growl softly at the man in leather. He must think I’m calling him to dinner ‘cause he moves a little closer. When I see him step, I bark louder. And not yap yap like a poodle either. I’m Doberman and Great Dane combined. I rattle nearby windows. New York people stare at me as they walk by. And they tell me you’re doing something when you can get a New Yorker to stare at you eye-level on the street. The dude slinks away like he’s carrying a tail between his legs.
First appeared in Soulfires and Shade.