The Preachers Son Page 3

  “No, I already have a drink,” I told him with hostility as I leaned to my right in an attempt to see around him. “Now, could you move out my way?”

  “Well, do you mind if I sit down?” This guy just didn’t get the hint. I was about two seconds from cursing his ass out.

  “I don’t care what you do.” I sighed. “I just want you to get out my way. Can’t you see I’m trying to look at something? Now move!”

  I guess he got the message, because he finally walked away. When he did, I almost passed out, because neither Terrance nor that high-yellow bitch was anywhere to be found and that scared the hell out of me. The only thing that came to mind was that Terrance had taken her somewhere to fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have been thinking that way, but sometimes you’ve just got to face facts. Terrance was always horny and loved spontaneous sex. We’d done it everywhere and anywhere in the few months we’d been together. The freakier the situation, the more he seemed to like it. Now it looked like he’d taken that bitch into an alley, or perhaps the restaurant bathroom, and was doing to her what I’d expected to have done to me. I could feel the tears threatening to run down my face. Before then you couldn’t have paid me a million dollars to believe Terrance would do this to me. I lowered my head on the table and let the tears flow. Part of me wanted to get up and check the bathroom or the alley behind the restaurant, but I was scared of what I might find. How the hell could this be happening to me?

  “Miss, you okay?”

  Don’t ask me how long I had my head down, but when I looked up, the waitress was standing there.

  “No, I’m not all right. Do I look all right to you?” I snapped.

  “Look, I was just trying to help.” She started to walk away.

  “Hey,” I called to her and she turned around. “I’m sorry. I just saw my boyfriend leave with another woman. I’m a little pissed, if you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, if you’re going to be pissed, that’s a good reason. These men are getting bolder and bolder these days.” I didn’t reply. I just sat up and wiped my eyes. “Hey, how about a drink on the house? You want another apple martini?”

  “Can you bring me something strong? Real strong.” I lowered my eyes to the table again.

  “Sure. How about a Long Island Iced Tea?”

  “Yeah, that’ll work. Thanks.”

  She walked away. When I finally looked up again, every muscle in my body tightened as I spotted the high-yellow bitch come from around the corner that separated the restaurant from the bar. That bitch had the nerve to be adjusting her ponytail as she headed in my direction. A vision of Terrance holding on to her ponytail as he screwed her from behind in a bathroom stall popped into my head and I became furious. The closer she got, the angrier I got. Oh, it was about to be on.

  “Is your name Donna?” she asked rudely when she reached my table. She had the nerve to look like she was trying to hide a smirk behind a smile, and her body language was saying Yeah, bitch, I just fucked your man and it was good. I wondered if she was actually gonna have the nerve to speak those words to me. I held on tight to my purse, because if she said something smart, I was gonna beat her ass with it.

  I stood quickly and was in her face. “Yeah, I’m Donna, bitch. Why?”

  She took a step back as if she was surprised by my aggression.

  “Your boyfriend asked me to give this to you.” She raised her hand and I lifted my purse in the air. If she made one wrong move, they were going to be picking her ass up off the floor.

  “That’s right, bitch, he’s my boyfriend. My man,” I growled. I’m sorry but I couldn’t keep that shit in.

  She took another step back, raising both her hands defensively. “Look, I don’t know what the problem is, but I’m just the hostess here. I’m not looking for trouble. Your boyfriend asked me to give you this note. I’m sorry. I would have given it to you earlier, but I had customers who had to be seated in the restaurant.” She waved her hand, and that’s when I noticed the folded paper in her hand.

  “What’s this?” I snarled.

  “I don’t know. He just asked me to give it to you.” She handed me the note. I felt stupid for jumping to conclusions once I saw my name written with hearts around it.

  “Look, I’m sorry about the way I acted. I’m PMSing,” I lied.

  “Whatever,” she replied, then walked away in a huff. That’s when I realized half the bar was staring at me and I’d just made a real ass out of myself. I sat down and unfolded the note.

  Hey Baby,

  I see you over there in that sexy skirt. It’s a real turn-on. Look, I’ve decided that maybe we should skip dinner and get right to dessert. I’ve kind of fixed up something special for you across the street at the Howard Johnson motel. I’m in room 345. Why don’t you come over and join me?

  Tee

  As stupid as I felt about wanting to fight the hostess, I had to smile. Terrance was always coming up with some creative way to make my life interesting. A million things ran through my mind as I thought about what type of surprise he might have waiting for me in that hotel room. With him you just couldn’t be sure. One thing I was sure of, though. It was going to involve some mind-blowing sex. Like earlier, just the thought of having Terrance inside me had my panties moist. I glanced around for my waitress, then ended up just leaving a twenty-dollar bill on my table and rushing to the door.

  3

  Dante

  When I entered the church, I was greeted by the loud cackling of women gossiping, then a sudden silence. I smiled as I approached the thirty or so women of the First Jamaica Ministries award-winning women’s choir standing in the church recreation area. “Hi, Dante.” One woman smiled.

  “What’s up, Latrice?” I replied with a nod. That started a chain reaction of greetings, shy waves, and blushing if I happened to make eye contact. The women seemed to part like the Red Sea to allow me to pass through and enter the hallway to my office. I could feel their eyes still on me. I thought I even heard a few sighs.

  I’d been given this type of attention from the young women of the church for years and it seemed like most of their mothers encouraged it. As the son of the bishop, I was treated like royalty, the crown prince of the church. As with all princes, every young woman in the village wanted to be my princess. For years I’d taken advantage of that, fooling around with half of the young women in the congregation. Strip clubs and bars didn’t have anything on a good church function if you were looking to get some.

  I walked into my office and closed the door. I sat behind my desk and listened to the women of the choir leaving, then I checked over the schedule for the youth basketball league, which I ran as director of church activities. Not long after I sat down, there was a knock on the door, a knock I’d been expecting ever since Shorty and I pulled in front of the building. I got up and approached the door, but there was no need. The door opened before I could get there.

  I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was not my mother, as I had expected. It was the vibrant and sexy Anita Bell, the only woman I’d ever loved, or at least thought I loved.

  “Anita.” I gasped as my eyes quickly roamed over her body. Anita was dressed in a very conservative white church dress with white heels, but her voluptuous body made anything she wore look provocative.

  “Dante.” She smiled. “I guess some things never change.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I tried to play it cool, but I was truly confused until Anita pointed at my crotch. I looked down and cringed. When it came to Anita, it was obvious which one of my heads was in control. I lowered the folder I was holding to cover my swollen manhood.

  “Don’t hide it now. I’ve already seen it.” She smirked, locking the door then stepping closer to me. She kissed me with her full lips. “I missed you, Dante,” she whispered.

  She kissed me again before I could respond. This time she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same, closing my eyes. Our kiss was so passionate it took my breath away. When
it was finally over, we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms and stared lustfully into each other’s eyes.

  “God, I missed you, Dante,” she whispered as her right hand moved from my backside to my crotch.

  “I missed you, too,” I said as I gently pushed her away. “Just not enough to commit adultery. Where’s your husband?”

  Anita took a step forward and looked up at me with a frown. “Why’d you have to go and mention him?”

  “I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “It seemed kind of important when I realized you were unzipping my fly.” Anita sighed. “So where is he, Anita? Where’s your husband?”

  “He’s at our new house, unpacking our things. But you don’t have to worry about that. Only thing you need to be worried about is what’s in front of you. I want you, Dante. And I missed you. I’ve been thinking about you every day since I left.”

  I looked at her and my mind traveled down memory lane. Anita and I had been lovers for almost two years, although very few people other than Shorty and my sister knew about it. We’d kept things on the low because Anita was my father’s secretary and ten years my senior. The age difference didn’t bother me, though. I wanted to tell the world. As far as I was concerned, I was going to marry Anita. But Anita was scared and wanted to keep everything a secret. She swore that my mother and father would never go for us being together. That’s why she started dating Deacon Robert Emerson behind my back. Deacon Emerson was an arm amputee in his early forties. He was well known around the church and had considerable assets. He’d been trying to get Anita to date him since she’d started working at the church. For almost four years she’d told him no, but one day she agreed to go out with him. Three months later, much to my chagrin, they were married and moved to Florida at Anita’s request. She knew she needed to get as far away from me as possible. She may have denied it then, but she was in love with me. Now a little under a year later, she and the deacon were back, and since she had mentioned a new house, it appeared they were back to stay.

  “I love you, Dante, and now that your father has given me my old job back, we can get right back to doing everything the way we did before. And I mean everything.” She posed flirtatiously and gave me this sexy look that made my hard dick even harder.

  “What about your husband?”

  “What about him? We kept your parents in the dark for almost two years. What makes you think we can’t keep his stupid ass in the dark, too?” She stepped closer, rubbing her hands on my chest the way I liked it. “I need you, Dante. I need your love and I need your body. He can’t satisfy me the way you can. I haven’t had an orgasm since I was with you.” She pouted like a child who had been punished.

  I thought about how easy it was for me to satisfy her. I knew Anita’s body better than I knew my own. I ran my finger down her spine and she shuddered with excitement, then I lowered my head and blew in her ear. Anita moaned. How could the deacon not be able to do that? I wondered, then smiled at my own ego. Anita was my pussy. She had always been my pussy. I looked at her. I looked at her in the manner a man reserves only for his woman. Oh, those feelings were starting to come back. But instead of making me want her, they made me angry. I pushed her away.

  “Well, I don’t want you. Not if you’re married. Not if you’re his wife instead of mine. What are you doing back here anyway, Anita?”

  “I hated Florida. I hate him. I needed to get back to you. I love you, Dante, and I’m never gonna let you go. Please, baby, let me show you how much I love you,” she begged.

  I didn’t say a word. I just silently watched Anita unbutton her dress until she was no longer wearing a conservative church dress. She was still wearing all white, though—a white push-up bra, white panties, white garter belt with white stockings, and of course, those sexy white stiletto heels. The contrast against her mahogany skin was stunning.

  “Please, baby. Let me show you how much I love you.” Anita rubbed her hands on my chest again then kissed me gently before she started to slowly kneel. I knew what she was about to do and was virtually powerless to stop her. Oral sex was my weakness and Anita was an expert.

  “I can’t do this, Anita,” I whispered repeatedly, but that didn’t stop her from struggling with me to get my pants down. Finally I just decided to give in. When it came to Anita, my big head went on autopilot and my little head took over. I placed my hand gently on her hair and stared blankly at the wall as I waited eagerly for the pleasure she would soon give me. Anita licked her lips as she stared at my pulsating manhood and I could tell she was preparing to swallow it whole. Unfortunately, before she could move, there was a knock on the door and a jiggling of the doorknob.

  “Dante, are you in here, son?” my mother called through the door.

  Without thinking, I instinctively answered, “Yes,” as both Anita and I stared at each other with panicked expressions. We knew that if I didn’t open that door quickly, my mother, a suspicious woman by nature, would put two and two together the second she saw Anita in my office. And Lord help us both if she had Deaconess Wright with her as I suspected. Anita reached down and picked up her dress then turned back to me, looking to get some direction.

  “Hide!” I was as panic-stricken as Anita. I fumbled with my belt buckle as she glared at me.

  “Where?” she asked.

  My eyes searched the room for a hiding place. I jumped when my mother knocked on the door again. I pointed toward my desk.

  “Dante, open this door,” my mother said sternly.

  “Under my desk,” I whispered to Anita. She scrambled over there as I approached the door. I waited until she was out of sight then opened the door. My mother and my father greeted me.

  “Have you been drinking?”

  “No, Ma,” I replied, opening my arms to give my mother a hug. In my mind, I was cursing the woman in the black Continental. Damn, that bitch Deaconess Wright lied on me again.

  My mother sniffed me like a dog as she kissed my cheek, then smiled with satisfaction. If I knew her, she’d been defending me tooth and nail and now felt vindicated. “Why was this door locked?”

  “Huh? Oh, uh,” I searched my mind for an excuse as my mother stared into my eyes, “because I was changing my clothes and I didn’t want any of the women’s choir walking in and seeing my private parts. I just came from the gym and wanted to get out of those sweaty clothes.” I casually turned my back and zipped up my pants as my mother walked by. She was surveying my office as if she knew I was lying.

  “Hey, Bishop.” I offered my father my hand, still keeping my eyes on my mother and my desk. “So what brings you two down here?” My mother’s suspicious look instantly became a jubilated smile and she spoke before my father had a chance to get out a word.

  “Oh, Dante. We have the best news. Come sit down so we can tell you.” I moved over to my desk quickly and sat down. My father had a habit of sitting at my desk and that wasn’t something I could risk right now. As my parents settled in the chairs on the other side, I glanced under my desk. Anita, still half-naked, smiled at me. I pushed my chair back about a foot when she stroked the inside of my leg. I knew Anita too well. She was a freak and I wouldn’t put it past her to try something crazy like pulling out my manhood to finish what she’d tried to start earlier.

  “So, what’s this great news?” I asked, subtly removing Anita’s hand as she tried to unzip my pants.

  “Well, Dante…” My mother turned to my father with a huge smile. She looked like she was gonna bust a gasket she was so excited. “I’m going to let your father tell you.”

  I turned my attention to my father, who leaned forward with a paternal smile. “Well, son. Your mother and I just found out you’ve been accepted into Howard University’s School of Divinity.”

  “I have?” All expression left my face as I looked from one parent to the other then back again.

  “You sure have, son.” My father smiled.

  “Dante, I’m so proud of you.” My mother had tears in her eyes.


  “But, but I never applied to Howard’s School of Divinity,” I stuttered.

  “I know. I applied for you,” my smiling mother replied. “I know how busy you can get with all these church activities.” She was so clearly pleased with herself and expected the same from me.

  “Congratulations, son.” My father nodded as he stood and offered his hand. “Howard’s Divinity School is a fine institution. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

  “Thanks, Bishop,” I replied meekly, taking my father’s hand without thinking.

  “Come on, Charlene. We’re supposed to be over at the mayor’s office in thirty minutes.”

  My mother smiled. “I think the mayor is going to endorse your father for borough president.”

  “That’s great news, Bishop.”

  “Thanks, son, but not as good as yours.”

  My mother stood and leaned over my desk to kiss me. “Dante, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to tell everyone in the church the good news.”

  “Neither can I, Mom,” I answered weakly, glad that she stepped away from my desk without noticing Anita under there.

  I watched my parents walk toward the door and suddenly I had a surge of courage. I had to tell them. I had to tell them I didn’t want to go to Howard’s Divinity School. I didn’t want to go to anyone’s seminary, and I had to tell them before they started to blab their news to everyone in the church because then I’d be painted into a corner.

  “Ma,” I called, standing up quickly. Just as the words left my mouth, I realized I had to sit down because my fly was unzipped and Anita’s hand was reaching for my dick.

  “Yes,” my mother replied as she turned around. I sat down just in the nick of time.

  “Ah, nothin’. Just wanted to say thanks.” I gave her a fake smile.

  “Oh, you’re welcome, baby.” My mother took my father’s arm and smiled contentedly as she shut the door with her free hand. When they were both out of sight, I exhaled loudly and stared down at Anita.