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  “Wow…I didn’t know you could cook.” she giggled. She looked so beautiful in her sweatpants and tank top.

  “Undercover chef as well.” I smiled.

  “Thanks, I couldn’t get out of bed this morning. My phone has been vibrating all night and day. I’m sorry…and how are you?” she grabbed the coffee mug from the counter and sat on the chair with one leg underneath her plump ass.

  “I’m fine. I couldn’t wait to see you.” her eyes met mine and I wanted her so badly, right there on the kitchen floor.

  “What are we doing Nick?” she glanced away from me.

  “I don’t know, but I know it feels right. Come here.” I held out my arms and she stood up and walked towards me. I grabbed her by the waist. “Jen, I don’t know why you let me in through that door, but I’m here. I’m here and I want you. I want …”

  “Don’t say it.” she whispered.

  “I want this to work.” I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her lips tenderly.

  “Nick, I love Michael.” her eyes welled up with tears.

  “You don’t know him and you’re not sure anymore. I can see it in your eyes, that’s why I’m here. That’s why you let me in. You have doubts.” I knew that would get her. I had her right where I wanted her. She couldn’t fight me off. I slid my hands down her back and grabbed her ass gently. She flinched and I pulled in for the kill. I slid my tongue into her mouth and sucked on her soft, velvet tongue. She felt like silk and tasted like sweet candy. My manhood was throbbing in my pants and I pushed up against her.

  “Jenesis, I’ve waited so long for this.” I kissed her again and she held me by my waist moaning into my mouth. I grabbed her gently and lifted her onto the kitchen table. She pushed me off of her gently.

  “This can’t be Nick. I’m sorry.” her sweet voice was so innocent, so innocent that I wanted to take my hands and wrap them around her pretty little neck and squeeze until she laid lifeless across the table. Her innocence made me crazy and turned me on to the point where I wanted to hurt her. I wondered what she would look like with a dog leash around her neck? On her knees, sucking my dick on my command, as I shoved it down her throat making her gag.

  “Let me touch you, taste you, here.” I placed my hand down her sweatpants, passing my finger over her lace panties over the folds of her sweet, tender sex. Then I placed her panties to the side. She spread her legs open for me a little, giving me the opportunity to slide my finger up and down her luscious wet folds. The moisture gushed over my fingers. Then, she gently placed her hand over mind and removed it.

  “I can’t. Please Nick. Don’t do this. I am confused. It would be wrong to hurt you in any kind of way.” she whispered breathing hard and staring at me with those beautiful, slanted hazel eyes. She wanted me to fuck her. Fuck her hard, pull her hair, maybe slap her around and hurt her a bit. I know she did. I didn’t care that she was pregnant either, it just turned me on even more. I didn’t want to rush things. I had to play the game. So I did.

  “Okay…I’ll leave. Can I come back tonight?” I knew she would say yes. I was being a gentleman. There was no way she could fight off these beautiful, intense blue eyes. “Please?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Look…I don’t know. Why don’t you call me later? We can talk,” I laughed internally. She would be mine no matter what she said and I would wake up the next morning in her bed, on top of her…inside of her.

  “Okay, we’ll talk. But if you say yes, I’ll bring dinner. Italian.”

  “That sounds good. We’ll talk tonight.”

  “See you later.” I knew she would fall for it. I had her exactly where I wanted her and tonight she would be mine. No one could stop me. Dave was dead and Michael was out of the picture…for now. She was perfect and delicious and…going to make the biggest mistake of her life and Michael would never forgive her. I’ll make sure of it…I’ll make sure he’s gone…for good.

  Jenesis Chapter 11

  I awoke from my nap after Nick left, feeling like I didn’t sleep a wink. I had a dream I was walking with him and that my mother was standing beside us. I looked up at the ceiling, then glanced over at the window. The sun was slowly setting before my eyes, the orange glow illuminating the cirrus clouds around it. I stood staring at the peaceful scene, wishing and hoping that I wouldn’t fall under Nick’s spell when he picks up the phone to call me. The baby kicked me and reminded me that I should cancel, make up any excuse not to let him in, but my body said otherwise, I was hot and flushed, swallowing hard just thinking about him. Soon Nick would be here…again, and I would have to make a decision.

  I got up and walked to the kitchen looking at the time on the microwave. I grabbed my cell phone to see if I had any messages. Michael sent me a text letting me know he boarded the plane to California and he would be there soon. He also found a place to live in Harlem. He said we should have it just in case I changed my mind about the divorce, then we could start our new lives there. My heart stung a little. I couldn’t see my life without him but I was so confused. Divorce was a big step and I didn’t think I was ready to go that route. The baby turned and rolled over in my belly making a set of waves over the skin of my stomach. I rubbed my belly gently and whispered,

  “Hey there little guy.” I smiled. Another text came in. It was Joe.

  Today 7:10PM

  I’m feeling better. Can’t wait to see you.

  Joe

  I smiled again. A daughter smile. My heart leaped as I thought about Joe. A new beginning to our relationship with the hopes that Kate would disappear, but I knew that would never happen. I think I was too harsh on her. I really don’t want any animosity between us. She’s been very good to me. I had no right to slap her. My anger and nerves got the best of me though.

  I grabbed my purse to get my lip gloss and a card fell out of my bag. I stared at the card Dr. Logan gave me on the floor. I picked it up and read it.

  Peter Lancaster, Private Investigator

  124 West End Avenue

  The Lancaster Company

  212-555-3423

  Dr. Logan thought it was a good idea to find out about Michael’s past. I wasn’t in the mood to think about this. Michael was out of town and this was the perfect opportunity for me to meet with this guy. I didn’t want to think about it. If I found out about his past, it would probably destroy us. I placed the card back in my purse and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. The water trundled against my tiny belly like satin beads. It felt so good. I turned the knob and made it extra hot to hit my back and aching neck. I was so stressed out and I couldn’t believe I was letting Nick into my life like this. This is when I needed my mother the most. Someone to speak to, and I had no one. Margaret was dead, Tilly was in London and the only person I could turn to was Michael and now, I didn’t have him either. I cried silently in the shower because I missed him so much, yet, Nick might be coming over. I needed someone in my life. I couldn’t be alone. I just couldn’t.

  I blew out my hair then curled it with the hot curling iron. I was getting ready for a date, that’s how I felt. But I was pregnant, I didn’t know who the father was, and I was meeting another man tonight. What was I doing? I promised myself it wouldn’t go any farther than dinner, but Nick did something to me that I couldn’t explain. He had this mesmerizing power over me I couldn’t resist and I didn’t want to. I stared at myself in the mirror realizing I was making my life more complicated and cheating on Michael with Nick was not the answer. I picked up my cell phone and called Michael.

  “Hello?” he whispered.

  “Michael?”

  “Hey, I’m in a meeting right now. Can I call you back in an hour?” I could hear the voices in the background.

  “Umm…sure.” I hesitated, my voice trembling.

  “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” The baby kicked me again gently and I began to cry. “Hold on baby.” I heard him cover the phone with his hand. “Excuse me, for a moment. I have to take this call.” I heard him say. “Jenesis,
what’s wrong?”

  “Michael, I need you to come home. Back home to me.”

  “What do you mean? I’m working Jenesis. That’s all this is.”

  “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?”

  “Of making bad decisions.”

  “Jenesis, we are going to work on this relationship slowly. We can’t just jump back into this. I need therapy, you need therapy. It’s not healthy. We’ve been through so much. Where’s Annmarie?”

  “I’m home.”

  “Why? You should go to Annmarie’s now.”

  “No. I don’t want to stay with her.”

  “Jenesis, we’re not teenagers. We have to make the right decisions. What if something happens to you or the baby. You’re alone. It’s not safe after what happened in that cab.”

  “I don’t know what that decision is. I’m so confused.”

  “About what?”

  “About…Nick” He stood silent on the phone. “Michael?”

  “Nick…this is about Nick. Did he touch you? Did you touch him? Did you?” he shouted.

  “Yes…I,” I felt so guilty I had to tell him the truth.

  “Jenesis, why? Why did you let him touch you?”

  “I don’t know! I’m attracted to him, I guess. He makes me feel beautiful and he said….he loves me.”

  “Did you fuck him?” he yelled.

  “No! Michael, please just come home!”

  “No! How could you? We’re trying to work things out. Get our lives together and you’re thinking about fucking some lunatic? You’re a child! A naive child who’s always looking for someone to comfort and cradle you! Let him do it if you want to! You’re pregnant! For God’s sake! What are you thinking!”

  “Michael, please! I’m sorry.” My lips trembled while the tears skidded down my cheeks.

  “Did he kiss your lips? Did he taste your tongue? What’s wrong with you?” The screaming match was unbearable and I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Stop! Fine! Stay where you are!”

  “You selfish…”

  “No…stop…we can’t do this. I need to make this decision, not you. Good bye Michael.”

  “Jenesis, don’t let him do this to you, to us. He’s not for you. He’s dangerous. I’m telling you, Jenesis! Jenesis?” I heard the desperation in his voice, but I didn’t care.

  I hung up the phone and sat at the kitchen table. My insides were churning and soon Nick would be calling me. I heard a faint knock on the door.

  “Who’s there?” I asked softly.

  “It’s me Nick.” I looked through the peep hole and Nick was standing there with a shopping bag, a bottle of wine and flowers.

  “Nick, I’m sorry, we can’t do this. Please go home.” I whispered through the door.

  “Jen, please, open the door. Nothing is going to happen, unless, you want it to”

  “Please Nick, just go…please.” I pleaded with him.

  “This is ridiculous. Did you speak to Michael, is that it?” he shouted.

  “Nick…I…”

  “Fine. It’s fine. I’m leaving. Good bye, Jenesis” he said as he turned and walked away.

  Then I did it. I opened the door.

  “Nick…” I whispered.

  “Jen,” he said standing staring at me.

  “I’m sorry. I love him. I really love him.”

  “You don’t. You just want to love him because that’s all you know. He’s all you know. But I’m standing right here with you. I love you Jen. I love you and the baby you’re going to have. If that’s not enough, then you’re right I should go and I am.”

  “I just…I just…can’t. I’m pregnant with his child. I can’t love you both.”

  “But you do, and you know it. Good bye.” he walked away from me and my heart split in two. He was right, my feelings for him were deeper than that. Did I really love Nick and Michael?

  Chapter 12 Michael

  I woke up sweating and my heart pounding against my chest. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I had a terrible dream that Nick was fucking my Jenesis. He was banging her hard! Hurting my kid inside of her. I literally felt the bile crawl up my throat from my stomach.

  I can’t fathom that bastard anywhere near her, let alone, touching or kissing her. She’s My world. She’s My heart. I couldn’t stay in California for two weeks. She was an easy target for him right now and I wasn’t going to lose her to him. I can’t believe she’s falling for his shit! How could she not see how much I love her? I left to make money for us. I got a townhouse in Harlem for us.

  I stared at my cell phone nervously. No messages. No phone calls. I have to go home. I have to make it right but I know it’s the wrong decision. I need to make this right. I picked up my cell phone and dialed her number.

  “Hello?” she answered softly.

  “Jenesis?”

  “Michael?”

  “Jenesis, I want you know that if you have to make a decision on your own then go ahead.” My voice trembled in anger.

  “Michael, I’m tired. I’ve been throwing up all morning. I’m going to see Dr. Logan this morning. I’ll call you later. Okay?”

  “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I’ll let you rest. I love you.” I whispered.

  “Good bye Michael.” she hung up the phone. Her voice was indifferent and she didn’t say she loved me back. I hoped to God she didn’t sleep with him. I’ll kill him. I swear to God, I’ll kill him.

  I booked the next flight back to New York and was packing to leave. There was no way Nick was going to get in the middle of our relationship and ruin it. As I was packing, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

  Today 8:30 AM

  We need to talk. When are you coming back?

  Nick

  I responded as the blood in my veins was boiling over. Just seeing his name in the text message made me want to smash the phone into pieces.

  How did you get my number? Why the fuck are you getting in contact with me?

  Michael

  I was this close to making love to Jenesis yesterday until she called you. She’s in love with me, Michael. You can’t do anything about that.

  Nick

  You son of a bitch. You stay away from my wife. I’ll be home tonight.

  My heart was thrashing against my chest and I wanted to go through the phone and strangle him.

  Her lips were sweet and tender on mine, and her tongue as smooth as silk. The best part was how moist and wet she was for me…for me Michael. I could’ve finger-fucked her but I wanted to be inside of her instead.

  Nick

  I promise you…stay away from her or you’ll pay the price.

  Michael

  Don’t threaten me asshole. I’m the captain of the detective unit. I’ll have your ass in a prison cell in no time. Then we’ll come to visit you, me, Jen and your son.

  Nick

  I’ll be home tonight. Meet me at the diner on the corner of 69th and Lexington.

  Michael

  I’ll be there…waiting…for you.

  Nick

  I got off the plane and collected my luggage. The ride was smooth back to New York. My eyes couldn’t shut even though I was so exhausted from just thinking about Nick and Jenesis. My thoughts were with Jenesis; how she kissed him; slid her tongue in his mouth; how she felt when he placed his fingers over her tender folds and why she was wet. I couldn’t believe she let him do that to her. I was contemplating on whether or not to actually talk to Nick or break every bone in his fucking body. I knew he had a different way of thinking and he was a manipulator, so I had to be able to play his game the way he wanted to. What could he tell me? This was a fight to the end? There was no way he was getting Jenesis, no way. She was mine and if he wanted her he would have to kill me first.

  I walked out of the airport ready to hail a cab when I saw Nick standing, leaning against a yellow cab.

  “Hello my friend, need a ride?” he said smugly.

  “What are doing here?” I said disg
usted.

  “I think we need to speak now…not later.” he smirked.

  “Fine.”

  He tapped the trunk of the cab and the cab driver popped it open. I placed my luggage in the back and got in the cab and sat next to Nick. My body was trembling. I wanted to rip him to shreds but, I knew If I did, I would be arrested. I had to be calm…but it was so hard. Knowing who I was deep down inside, knowing that my DNA had me contemplating murder once or twice with him already, made it very hard for me to control my emotions.

  “So, how was your flight?” he said smiling.

  “Don’t be a smug little asshole, Nick. We’ll talk when we get to the diner,” I whispered through gritted teeth.

  “Calm down Michael, we’re both fighting for the same thing…I mean woman. The last thing on Earth I want to do, is hurt her.”

  “You are hurting her and you know it. You don’t love her. You want her to think that so she can leave me.”

  “I do love her. I’ve always loved her.” he stressed as my hands clenched together in a fist.

  “No…you don’t.” I looked at him square in the eyes.

  “Whatever…” he glanced away.

  The traffic from JFK to the city was ridiculous. I couldn’t spend another minute in the same cab with him. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Jenesis.

  Michael, I’m at Dr. Logan’s I just wanted you to know where I was at in case you decided to call me. I feel much better. Thank you for calling me.

  Jenesis

  I glanced over at Nick who had his eyes glued to the traffic jam in front of us. I wanted to punch him in the face so hard and put his head through the window. I kept my composure and smiled to myself. He was never getting Jenesis and he would never touch her again.

  The cab finally arrived at the diner. Nick and I got out and I paid the driver. We sat at a booth near the back, our eyes locking as soon as we sat. His evil glare tried to penetrate mine but he knew better. He could never get the best of me.