Addicted

Wrong again! She was my problem. He walked me outside and came

to find out the heifer had cut all my tires and scratched the word BITCH on the side panel of my car with her keys. She was long gone, and good thing she was, because I would’ve been going down the river for homicide that night.

People sitting out on their stoops were having a good laugh, saying, “Oh shit!” “Damn, must be some good dick!” and “That’s what your ass gets for fucking around!”

I went back into Tyson’s place to call the auto club. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening. How in the world was I going to cover my ass on this one? Like they say though, where there’s a will . . .

I instructed the tow truck driver to haul the car to my regular service garage near my house, all the way on the other side of town. He was pissed but had no choice, since that was one of the benefits of having the gold plus plan.

After telling Tyson to kiss my black ass, I hopped into the cab of the truck with the driver, cursing under my breath the whole way to the garage.

I had to make it look good, so I called Jason from my cell phone when we were almost there and told him the car had been vandalized outside the restaurant downtown where I had met a distributor to discuss business. I told him to pick me up at the garage in ten minutes. The tow truck driver, an old countrified hick, was staring at me when I closed out the call. I gave him a glare and told him, “Mind your own fucking business!”

Jason was already there when we pulled up at the garage, talking to our mechanic. The expression on his face when he saw the car, which had to be towed on a flatbed since all four tires were flat, was definitely one for the books. After asking me fifty questions, all to which I answered, “I have no idea. It just happened,” he decided he was just elated I wasn’t harmed in any way.

That night, we made love more intensely than we ever had. He started out by coming in the bathroom while I was taking a bath, rolling up his sleeves, and washing my back. I almost fainted from that show of affection alone. Then he dried me off, carried me to bed, and gave me more time and attention than he ever had before. It still wasn’t great sex, but it was a sign that maybe there was hope for us yet. I didn’t ask him for oral sex and heaven knows anal sex was out the freakin’ question. I was just glad that, for once, he made me feel like he desired me as much as I did him.

chapter

nineteen

In light of the way Jason made love to me the night of my brush-with-death experience (according to him), I decided to throw myself headfirst into my marriage. I had messed up big-time, but the bottom line was, I still loved my husband more than life itself, and he was the only man I ever truly wanted.

I planned the ultimate romantic evening for that Friday. I asked my mother, who had already gone far and beyond her duties as a grandmother, to stay with the kids overnight so I could kidnap Jason and attempt to turn his ass out. She agreed to stay over, and I picked up Jason at his office. We were sharing the Land Rover, since the Mercedes was still in the shop.

He thought I was picking him up just to go home and do the regular dinner with the kids, followed by watching a couple of sitcoms and the news-before-bed routine. When he saw I was headed in the opposite direction from our house, he demanded to know, “Where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you, Boo!”

“Zoe, I’m kind of tired. I was looking forward to just chillin’ out tonight.” He started rubbing his temple like he had a headache.

“Jason, I spent all day planning out tonight and asked Mom to stay overnight with the kids. Please don’t ruin this for me. If nothing else, do it to make me happy.”

He glanced at the backseat and noticed I had a small suitcase. “Overnight, huh?”

I smiled at him, reached over, and rubbed his thigh. “Yes, Boo, overnight.”

He gave me a devilish grin. “Okay, I’ll go along with this. Sounds promising.”

“Oh, it is. Believe me, it is.” I moved my hand farther up his thigh and then started caressing his dick through his trousers. He didn’t stop me, and I was in shock. Not shocked enough to stop, though. I held fast to that bad boy, which grew rock-hard, until we got where we were going.

We pulled up at a little Greek restaurant at the end of town about six, and Jason was thrown for a loop when I led him by the hand straight through the entry-level dining area and up the back stairs. When we got upstairs, all the patrons were seated on fancy floor cushions, drinking cocktails and socializing in the dim, smoke-filled room.

“Zoe, what the hell is this place?”

“You’ll see,” I giggled, leaning over and giving him a kiss. He didn’t just peck me back for a change. He tongued my ass down just like in high school, and I savored it for as long as I could.

The music started, and the first belly dancer made her way to the center of the room and began her dance. Jason started laughing like I knew he would. It was the old Jason I was trying to resurrect—the one who used to talk mad shit all the time, the one who was the romantic target of every girl at school even though he was unavailable, the one who stole my heart somewhere between giving me the finger and a game of Twister.

The dancer was buck wild, and all the old, beer-bellied men were clapping and sticking money in the waistline of her sheer-leg pants. Jason and I both enjoyed the show and ordered some drinks. After the third dancer came out, I excused myself, telling him I was going to the ladies’ room. I was lying, but it was a good lie this time.

When the announcer called out the name of the next act, Jason almost hurled his drink when the man said, “Zoe!”

I came out in a white sheer costume, laced with gold, and did a special belly dance just for Jason. I had been there earlier that afternoon, taking lessons from one of the real dancers, which is why I knew my way around the place so well. I danced seductively while all the other patrons watched, and Jason was blushing.

What tripped him out the most was when I shook my belly in his face and he noticed my freshly pierced belly with a silver charm stuck in it with the name Jason engraved on it. I finished my dance, got mad applause, and fell gracefully into his lap. He removed the veil that was covering the bottom half of my face and planted a big, wet juicy one on me. “I love you, Zoe!”

“I love you too, baby!” I kissed him again and started to get up. “Be right back. I’m going to get dressed.”