Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [58]
“I’m planning to use mine to get out of hell.” I didn’t feel like going into details with Donna. “You want me to drop you home?”
“Yeah, maybe you can come in and meet my family,” she said. “I already told my husband about you.”
“No, I’ll take a rain check.” I drove down the West Side Highway toward the Brooklyn Bridge. Donna was a true player; she knew introducing her husband to me would take away suspicion. After all, you wouldn’t bring the man you’re fucking on the side home to meet your husband. This was something a woman could do and get away with but, if a man did that, the woman on the side might flip.
The ride was smooth as we went through Manhattan, then turned onto Chambers Street before taking the ramp by One Police Plaza onto the Brooklyn Bridge. Tomorrow was going to be another day. I had happy plans for the next day. If there was ever such a thing as a soul mate, I had indeed found mine. My only solace in a cruel world was that at the end of it all, Julie awaited. My cell phone vibrated again and I picked it up and looked at the number. It was Brenda. Brenda had a lot going for her, but someone else was occupying my thoughts. I put the phone back into my pocket amid a questioning look from Donna. I didn’t want anyone else but Julie.
Chapter 15
6TH DAY
I jumped out of the bed as if an explosion had rocked my head. I looked over at the BOSE CD clock on the nightstand. It was 4:00 a.m. I picked up the cordless phone and dialed Julie’s number.
“Donald, what happened?” She sounded groggy.
“I’m coming over now,” I said and hung up the phone. I went over to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans. The house was deadly silent as I made my way down the stairs. I turned the alarm off before I opened the door, then turned it back on after I had opened it. I jumped into the S5 and slowly started to back out of the driveway. I saw the upstairs master bedroom light come on and noticed a figure at the window. I pressed the remote button to close the gate. I drove through the streets of Mill Basin, mindful that only the restless souls would be on the road at that time of the night. I hadn’t bothered to ask Julie if Brian was with her. I looked over at my cell phone to make sure that it was on. I’m sure if she needed to talk to me, she would have called.
As I pushed the Benz on the Belt Parkway, I contemplated on what had gotten me on the highway. I had thought about Julie before I went to bed and had spent about an hour thinking about us having dinner that evening. But then I woke up and the need to be with her became overwhelming. I didn’t want her. I needed to be with her. I had never experienced that feeling before. Yes, on occasions I had awakened wanting to fuck and I had made booty calls that resulted in me getting some. And sometimes, if nothing was available, I would put on an X-rated movie and jerk the fuck off. But this was different. I didn’t just want pussy or a blow job. No, I needed Julie right then. I was lost in the desert and Julie was my water. I had lost both my kidneys and Julie had the only one that would be a match. I didn’t know when it had happened, but Julie had gotten into my head.
I pulled into her driveway and parked my car behind hers. I looked around to see if any other souls were in my predicament but saw none. There was a car waiting at a stoplight down the block. There were no other signs of human life on the streets of Queens. I walked up to the door. Before I could ring the bell, the door opened and there she was.
Julie was standing in the middle of the doorway in a black, see-through, opened silk robe. The robe barely hung onto her shoulders. I had been with hundreds of women,