My Husband's Mistress 2. Racquel Williams
Is 8:00 p.m. fine with you?”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
“Text me your address tomorrow, and I’ll pick you up about a quarter to eight.”
“OK, I’ll see you then.” I hurriedly hung up the phone.
My pussy was thumping, but I tried my best to ignore it. There’s no way I was going to fuck him on the first night. I learned that from messing with Hassan. I wasn’t in any rush to get fucked, not after all that I’ve been through. The next time around, I’d be more careful, and I wouldn’t be so desperate for love. Sometimes, I wondered had I taken it slower with Hassan, would I have seen him for the snake he was.
I caught myself drifting into misery every time I thought about happy times. I always managed to end up thinking about him and how badly he did me. I needed to let go of him and all the bad things he did to me. However, it was hard because of the scars that he left on me. The thought of having herpes invaded my mind. How could I date someone when I was infected with a disease that couldn’t be cured? How do I tell my next partner that my pussy is infected, and he can’t suck on my clit because he might catch that shit in his mouth?
I picked up my phone because my first thought was to call Mr. Spencer and cancel our date, but I changed my mind. It wasn’t like we were fucking. It was only a dinner date, I reminded myself.
* * *
I was up bright and early. After Amaiya went to school, I decided to run to the Galleria out in White Plains. I hadn’t been out on a date in over fifteen years, and I wanted to look my best. I walked into Macy’s, which was my favorite store. I knew I could find something sexy and comfortable there. After looking around, I decided on a nice pair of Levi’s jeans and a nice top that showed a little cleavage. I had no idea where we were going, so I didn’t want to overdress. This outfit was perfect for whatever setting he chose.
After I left the mall, I decided to stop at my hairdresser on Gramatan. It had been awhile since I’d sat in a chair at a salon. I wanted a touch of color. I was tired of looking like plain Jane and wanted to spice my look up a little bit. I also got my nails and feet done. I had to admit, I looked damn good when I was finished.
After dropping off Amaiya at Mama’s house, I headed home to get dressed. I felt nervous and excited, all in one. I thought about calling him to cancel but quickly abandoned that thought. This man had helped when I needed him. The least I could do was show a little bit of gratitude. I texted him the address and got dressed.
Along with the outfit I bought, I put on a pair of Michael Kors heels. There was something about heels that made a woman sexier and enticing. I looked myself over in the mirror and smiled. Tonight, I looked and felt like a million bucks. I cut the light off and sashayed downstairs.
It was seven forty-five on the dot when my doorbell rang. I glanced at the time. I love a man that knows the time, I thought before I opened the door.
* * *
“You smell good. What are you wearing?” he asked, showing all twenty-four of his pearly whites.
“Uh, umm, it’s Dior J’adore, and thank you,” I stuttered.
“Let me get that for you,” he demanded as he opened the door for me.
I wasn’t sure if this was him just putting on for me, but he was giving me the royal treatment.
I sat comfortably in my seat as he drove and listened to the sweet melody of Luther Vandross singing “Always and Forever.” The mood was right as I closed my eyes, dreaming of an always and forever kind of love.
He took me to an Italian restaurant on Boston Road in Portchester. The restaurant was elegant, and the service was on point. I could tell by the patrons that it catered to the upper class. The lights were dim, while smooth jazz played in the background. I sat across from Spencer as he stared into my eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, ma’am. I’m just taking in your beauty.”
“Really?” I smiled at him. I wasn’t sure what I should say.
The waitress walked up to us and took our orders. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, so I got Pollo Sorpresa, which included crusted chicken breast sautéed in white wine with pounded Parmesan cheese, and asparagus with lemon sauce. I wasn’t big on Italian dishes, but I didn’t want to seem like I was picky. There was total silence as we ate. I would do anything to find out what he was thinking. After we finished eating, he paid, and we left.
On the way back from dinner, we chitchatted but about nothing too serious. My body was screaming at me each time he opened his mouth. I swear, he should be on somebody’s record singing.
He pulled up to my house a little after 11:00 p.m., but I wasn’t ready for the night to end. I was enjoying his presence and his positive attitude.
“Well, thanks for gracing me with your presence, lady.”
“This is so not like me, but do you want to come in for a little while? Amaiya is at my mom’s.”
“Are you sure? Where’s your husband?” I sensed the uneasiness in his voice.
“Don’t worry. This is my house, and that bastard is in jail.”
“All right, I’ll come in for a few. Please tell me you have some gin,” he joked.
“No, I don’t have gin, but I do have red wine.”
I opened the door, and we walked in. I made sure I locked the door behind me and walked into the living room, with him in pursuit.
He sat down while I walked into the kitchen to pour our drinks.
“Here you go,” I said as I handed him the glass.
“Thank you. This is a beautiful home you have here.”
“Hmm, yes, I guess so. It used to be my home, but it seems more like a prison these days. After the divorce, I think I’m going to sell it and buy something smaller for Amaiya and me.”
“Really? Where do you plan on moving to?”
“Not sure. I really don’t want to go far from Mama. She’s getting older, and I need to be around, you know.”
“I understand that. Sometimes, I wish I had my mother around.” He took a sip of his wine.
“What happened to her?”
“She died a few years ago from ovarian cancer. I swear that lady was everything to me,” he said before taking a big gulp.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I’m sure she’s smiling down on her baby boy.”
“Yea, I hope I’m making her proud. Anyway, it’s no secret that I’m digging you.”
“Are you? I hadn’t noticed,” I joked.
“Well, let me cut to the chase then. From the moment you walked into my office, I wanted to ask you out. However, it wasn’t the appropriate time. I tried to get you out of my mind, but there’s just something about you that grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.”
“So tell me, Spencer, do you always date your clients?”
“No, not always, but then again, I don’t get too many sexy, brilliant, and sassy women in my office.”
“Ha-ha, good one.”
“I’m dead ass, though. You are a beautiful woman, Destiny.”
“You know I had a rough marriage, and, truthfully, I don’t think that I’m ready to date so soon.”
“No rush, but I would love the chance to show you how a queen should be treated.”
His words sent chills up my spine as he took my hands into his and stared into my eyes.
“I know you’ve been through hell, but don’t let one