Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [55]
“Are you going to call the maid?”
Lauren was about to shut the door. “Yeah, she should be here in an hour.”
I went to my closet. “My room door will be open, as usual.”
“Okay,” she said and closed my door.
I took out underwear from my drawer as I thought about what had just transpired. I was hoping not to have to repeat the performance. In seven days, Lauren should know whether she was pregnant or not. I prayed that she was. Although I had no intention of Lauren having my child, I needed for her to be pregnant for my plan to work. As I was walking down the steps to the front door, the front door opened. It was Annette.
“Who the fuck you looking at, Bitch?” Annette spewed, her eyes seemingly wishing a million locusts on my body.
I looked her up and down, then gave her a look of total confusion. “What the fuck are you? Man? Woman? Animal? Reptile?”
She left the door open. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“You know, there is counseling for whatever you have. I’m sure there is help out there for whatever you are repressing. Look on the internet for a doctor or something. You shouldn’t go around looking and feeling like that,” I said, walking past her. “And I don’t think you understand. Just because you’re feeding here doesn’t mean that the title has changed hands.”
“Your wife is mine, Pretty Boy. Don’t go forgetting that. I’m gonna go upstairs and have her wash my pussy.” Annette’s smile was like a grimace and I stood back.
“Don’t you mean dick? Oh, I’m sorry; you don’t know what a real one feels like. I’ll let you touch mine if you promise you won’t cry.” I needed a little comic relief.
“I’m going to get you, Motherfucker. I promise you; I’m gonna get you and it won’t be pretty.”
“Promises, promises. Go grow a dick.” I slammed the door before she could form a response. As I walked toward the car, I heard the front door open.
“You betta watch your back, Motherfucker!” Annette shouted from the foyer.
I didn’t turn around. Instead I got into my car and drove off. I had done what I had to do and now I was doing what I wanted to do. I picked up the phone from the car seat and ignored New York law about driving with a headset as I dialed Julie’s number.
“Hello, Donald.” Julie never called me Donald on the phone.
“What’s up? Are you hanging out with Brian?”
“Yeah, we’re about to go eat. You want to come?”
I didn’t feel like being a third wheel, especially when I wanted to be the driver. “No, I’m going to take a rain check on that. But you guys have fun.”
“Hey, you could call me tonight if you want to talk,” she said.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
I ended the call. I wanted nothing more than to talk with Julie. I wanted to be her lover and her friend. Julie was special and even though it had taken me a long time to grow beyond our friendship, the time had come for our worlds to intertwine. I had crazy thoughts about us. After the robbery, we could sail the world; just her, me and Emerald. Wherever she wanted to go, I would take her. When money was no longer an object, the world would become very small. I had always wanted a vacation home in Barbados; now it would go from being a dream to a reality. I had fucked hundreds of women but now I was ready to settle down with the right one. I smiled—that smile you make when you know life’s about to take a turn for the better.
I looked at my watch, picked up the phone and dialed Donna’s number. I was about to get to point D, but first I had to go through B and C. Donna was B; then later I would deal with C.
“Donald, whatever you do, don’t even try to double-cross me. I’m telling you that right now. I will kill both you and your son,” she said as we sat in the car.
I reached over and grabbed Donna by the throat. “Don’t you ever threaten my son.”
She started to make gurgling sounds as I continued to squeeze her neck and pull her up from the seat.
“O…” She was trying to say something to me.
I released her neck. “You can threaten me, my wife or anybody else, but don’t you ever threaten my son.”
She rubbed her neck as if uncertain that