Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [56]
Slowly I let myself calm down. Donna had never seen me like that and, from the look on her face, I don’t think she wanted to see me like that ever again.
“My son has nothing to do with this. Whatever happens, he’s not on the table. I would walk away from a billion dollars if it would hurt my son. But, at the same time, I would kill a hundred men to protect him. In life we make choices; that’s what we do as adults. Your kids have nothing to do with this and neither should my son.”
I leaned back into the car seat. My hands were shaking.
Donna looked over at me. “You really love that boy of yours.”
“Yeah, I do. He’s my life. Five years ago, we wouldn’t be sitting here. He has changed the way I look at life. It’s not all about me anymore.” The vibration in my pocket caused me to take out my cell phone. It was Julie.
“It seems like your son isn’t the only one who has you preoccupied.” Donna had picked up on the change in my facial expression. “Unless that was your mother calling, and we both know it wasn’t, only a woman has that kind of effect on a man.”
I didn’t know I was transparent, but neither was I about to get into my love life with Donna. “Are you sure that Peter will have the money with him on that day?”
“You men and pussy. I know more about Peter than Kathleen does. Peter tells me everything. How do you think I was able to seduce Kathleen?” Donna asked.
“Is that why you wanted to seduce her? Don’t get me wrong. Kathleen’s attractive, but I don’t think you went bush-diving based solely on her looks.” In sleeping with Kathleen and Donna I had noticed that Donna wasn’t really into women. I was playing that hunch. “I don’t think pussy is your thing.”
“Unlike man-on-man action, going downtown isn’t that big of a deal. In business you do what you have to do to get to the next level. I could live on dick but sometimes, in order to control the game, I have to lick pussy.” Donna smiled with an air of confidence. “Peter and Kathleen don’t even realize it but I control their household. I always know what either one of them is doing.”
“Then why mess with a good thing?” I asked.
“Look at me, Donald. Do you think that this will last? There would come a time when you would walk into the room and I would be standing right next to you and you wouldn’t see me. You would be straining your neck to see a woman a mile away. Right now, this is my time for men and women to strain their necks to see. I plan to take one hundred percent advantage of it,” she said.
I started the car. “Well, if this goes off as planned, we’ll both be getting what we want.”
“Hey, you got a minute?” Donna asked.
“It depends.”
That’s the thing about life; it always “depends.” I sensed that she was trying to fuck and I wasn’t interested at the present time.
“Not that, Donald. Besides, you look like you’re in love.” She winked at me, still sounding excited. “Seeing that we’re in Manhattan, I can take you by my dream store—the boutique I’m planning to buy with my share of the take. You’ll love it.”
“Give me a minute,” I said, getting out of the car.
“Tell her I said hello.”
I waved my middle finger from side to side at Donna.
I took out my phone and double-clicked on Julie’s number. She asked me what I was doing the following evening. I told her that I would be spending it with her. After she paused to think about it, our date was set. I put the phone away and got back into the car.
Donna gave me an inquiring look. “I must meet that woman who was able to do what I couldn’t.”
“She’s not into games.” I started the car once more. “You two will never meet because you’re worlds apart.”
“Keep believing that, Donald. She has tits and a pussy. She ain’t no different than me.”
“Where to?” I asked, hoping to get off Julie.
“Take Sixth Avenue and turn on 23rd Street and then back onto Fifth Avenue.”
I followed her directions and headed up Fifth Avenue. “You always wanted to open your own store?”
“This is a dream. Imagine