That’s when I turned around to face him and told him for the last fucking time it was over.
“Kenneth, you’ll never see me again after today. I have to go.”
“I have to meet someone in a little while. I want to see you later tonight.”
What the hell was this? I know I wasn’t talking to myself. Didn’t he hear anything I had just said to him? What part of “it’s over” didn’t he understand? Kenneth knew what the deal was from the beginning.
“That’s impossible. My husband has a surprise for me and I’m not going to let him down again.”
“Please, just this last time. I promise. You won’t have to see me anymore.”
I looked Kenneth square in his beautiful dark eyes. “No, Kenneth. I’m going to take a quick shower, put my clothes back on, and then I’m leaving. I’m truly sorry, but it’s over between us. My husband will be expecting me soon and I must go.”
I could see the agony in Kenneth’s eyes. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t keep our affair going. He had known the deal from the beginning. It would only cause more damage later on.
After leaving Kenneth’s hotel suite, I didn’t go straight home. I never left the Hilton Hotel. I got on the elevator and ended up in the ladies’ room on the lobby level sobbing like a baby. While sitting on the floor in the handicapped stall, I thought about how my life had become so screwed up in a matter of days. I had never anticipated that my winter break would be filled with blissful, unadulterated sex. If I were only more open and demanding with Kamar when it came to paying more attention to my needs, I wouldn’t have been in that predicament.
I heard my BlackBerry vibrating in my purse. I hoped it wasn’t Kenneth calling me. I unzipped my purse and pulled it out. I looked at the caller ID; it was Kamar. I hadn’t realized it was after four thirty. I had been wallowing for nearly three hours. I cleared my voice and answered his call. He asked where was I and when was I coming home.
“I’m on my way now.”
“Okay, gorgeous, I can’t wait for you to see this!” he said anxiously.
I tried my best to be complacent. “Me either. I love you, Kamar.”
“I love you, too. Now hurry up and get your beautiful self home.”
“Okay, I will.”
After talking with my husband, I freshened my makeup to look as if I hadn’t been crying and that everything was fine. If only that had been even half the truth.
I arrived home twenty minutes later, nervous as hell. I had to tell Kamar what I’d been doing on my vacation, more like whom I’d been doing. When I pulled up in my driveway, I noticed an SUV parked next to Kamar’s truck. What the hell was going on? I’d never seen that SUV before. I parked my car and turned off the ignition. I got out and closed the door. I walked up the cobblestone sidewalk leading to one of the main entrances to our home. I unlocked the door and walked in. I saw Kamar coming toward me with this huge smile on his face. The security alarm motioned that I was in the house.
“Kamar, I’m sorry that I’m late.”
He kissed my tender lips twice.
He seemed so eager. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
“Baby, we need to talk. There’s something that I have to tell you.”
“Okay, okay, but after I show you my surprise. It’s in the great room.”
“What is it?”
“Come on, you’ll see.”
Kamar and I walked into the great room. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my cheek. A man was standing at the patio doors admiring the view of the lake outside. He must have been so intrigued by the view that he didn’t hear us enter. I was wondering what this was all about and what kind of surprise was this?
Kamar said excitedly, “Dad, I would like for you to meet my wife, Maxxine.”
His father? I was stunned, confused, and happy to finally meet him. From the stories Kamar had told me, he and his father had never gotten along and Kamar had hardly ever mentioned him. I hadn’t even seen photographs of him, but I assumed that Kamar had gotten his good looks from him. I could sense in Kamar’s voice that the bad blood shed between them was finally in the past. His father turned around and I nearly had a heart attack. I couldn’t believe this. Kamar was still holding me tightly; I was glad he couldn’t see my face. His father approached me, took my hand into his palm, and kissed it softly.
Kenneth grinned. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear.”
Katrina
Samantha J. Green