Finally Getting What She Wants: Chp 22

Ashlyn's mother stayed for a couple of weeks to help her recover. This was rough for Chima. He had to be on his best behavior. He didn't want to draw suspicion to his love for Kendra. Coen, on the other hand, got to have his woman all to himself, or at least, that's what he thought.

After making love to him one Wednesday morning, Kendra went to check on Ashlyn. She was all dressed up. Ashlyn sat up, "Ooh, I love those earrings on you. Where are you off to looking so pretty?"

Kendra touched her ears. They were the earrings Ashlyn let her borrow to attend couples' night. They were pink diamond hoops. "I promise I'll get these back to you after my appointment."

Ashlyn shrugged, "It's fine. I know where you live," she joked.

They shared a laugh.

"So, how is my little niece or nephew?"

"Good.," she replied as she looked at her Apple watch, "I should head out," she added just before she leaned in and kissed Ashlyn briefly on the lips, "I'll see you in a little while."

When Kendra left, Ashlyn's mother oversaw the babies. Chima was at work and Coen left the house to return to the place he had been staying.

****

The office door was locked. It was just as he remembered and enjoyed. She sat on his lap and worked up and down his pole. "We can't keep doing this, Mark," she panted softly.

"I can't help it. I still love you."

Her hands caressed his face before she kissed him, "You're making this so hard."

He stood, "I know." He bounced her up and down. She moaned and squealed, "Oh god, fuck," she moaned.

She had no idea how she was going to keep up with three men. After Mark exploded inside her center, they stood there kissing forever. Her phone sounded, "Shit," she exclaimed, "I have to get back."

"You could just break up with Coen."

"Are you going to break up with Charlene?"

"That's not fair."

"Hmm, well then."

"I'll see you again, soon."

She gave a side smile, "Soon," she replied with a wink.

*****

When Kendra made it home, Ashlyn's mother mentioned to her that one of her earrings was missing. Kendra touched her left ear, "Oh shoot. It must have fallen out."

She grinned, "I've lost an earring or two in my day. My suggestion would be removing all jewelry before you um, have your appointments."

Kendra smirked and nodded, "Thanks."

****

Mark hurried to the restroom to clean himself up before his next meeting. After he finished. He went back to his desk. He saw a message from Chima. He was coming over to take him to lunch. He looked at the time on his computer. He had five minutes before his client would arrive.

His assistant opened the door and led the two men, "These gentlemen are here to see you," she stated before leaving them to their business.

"Mr. Jazzy J and Mr. Lyrical Disciple."

When Jazzy J realized who the lawyer was, he almost left but Lyrical Disciple convinced him to stay because Mark Landry was the best in the business at negotiating deals and getting clients paid.

When Jazzy J's hand touched Mark's, he felt how soft his skin was, ol' pretty mother fucker, that's why I'm fucking yo wife and she's carrying my baby, he thought.

Mark smiled, "Have a seat gentlemen."

*****

Chima passed by Mark's clients on the way to the office. He nodded and kept walking. He spoke to his assistant and went into Mark's office. "What's up, man?"

They shook hands and hugged, "Just got a new client."

Chima stared at Mark. "You got a lil smudge on your shirt."

He looked down at his collar. It was faint coffee-colored lipstick, "Shoot. Uh, Charlene must have got her lipstick on me before I left this morning."

Chima made a face. He had never seen Charlene wear anything but bright colors in lipstick. But he didn't press it. He sat down, "So how are things? The pregnancy, the kids?"

"The pregnancy is good. Although, she is carrying a little bigger. But I guess every pregnancy is different."

Chima nodded, "True."

"Something is up between Carly and Charlene though."

"Like what?"

"They are not on good terms. They seem so cold and distant toward each other. I don't know what to make of it. It's not easy being in between that."

"Maybe you should try to talk to them."

"Believe me. I have. Too many times. They both say nothing is wrong."

"Then maybe it's all in your head." Chima looked down at the desk on the floor was something shiny, "I think one of your clients may have lost an earring," he commented as he leaned over to get it. He studied the erring, "Looks familiar. I gave Ash a pair like these for our anniversary a year ago."

Mark took the earring and placed it in his top drawer, "Small world," he chuckled uneasily, "are we ready?"

Chima stood. He looked at Mark eye-to-eye and laughed, "You dirty dog."

"What are you talking about?"

"You dirty dog; give me that damn earring."

Mark chuckled. He turned, retrieved the item, and handed it to Chima, "Kendra had these on today when she stopped by."

Chima nodded, "So, how long?"

"Since the hospital."

"I knew it. Both of you looked so guilty when you returned to the waiting room."

"So what does it all mean?"

"I don't know yet."

"I would love for you two to get back together."

"I thought you were having fun with your new best friend Coen."

Chima sucked his teeth, "No. I am not."

Mark saw the distressed look on Chima's face, "What's going on?"

"I can't tell you. I don't want this dude to ruin me. He has a video of me doing things."

"What kind of things?"

"He was dating Kendra's ex. The father of Behati."

"So, he's—"

"I don't know what he is. All I know is this dude has me by the balls."

Mark felt sick hearing his friend speak so desperately, "What do you need me to do?"

"What can we get on this dude? I want him to go away. I want him out of Florida and away from the people I love."

Mark smiled, "Fuck yeah. Let's do this shit."

****

Chima sent some information to his friend who worked as a private investigator to look up Coen Vandergrift from Durban, South Africa. Afterward, he and Mark went to lunch. Before lunch was over, he had some details back in a report in an email.

Coen Vandergrift. The son of Pieter Vandergrift a Duch South African and Margarite Dushean a French woman. He had one older sister and a younger one. His father died leaving them tons of money from a pharmaceutical corporation.

Since Coen was still in college when his father died. His mother and older sister had been running things along with his brother-in-law. But it was always his father's dream for Coen to follow in his footsteps.

Coen was a rebel and liked to party, travel, drink, and experiment with sexual partners, which was how he became friends with Jon and Sara.

The three of them hung tight for a while, and then Coen left the country. He also noted that Jon was in prison for accessory to crimes and that Sara was found dead in her cell from a suicide.

After reading it all, Chima sighed, "I don't see how any of this will make Kendra less interested in him. He's not linked to any of the crimes."

"But he lied to her. He knew Jon."

"Yes, but I knew Jon was trying to get in touch with her and I interfered. He can use that against me."

"He can't use it against you if she knows."

"You mean, tell her. Fuck that, no."

Mark sighed.

Chima shook his head, "And just so you know...I fucked Rochelle a long time ago. It only happened once. Your wife was trying to use it against me to help you get back with her." He felt so much better after saying it.

Mark chuckled, "I know you fucked her. I figured it out. She had already friend-zoned me. I figured she was only coming to the apartment to see if she could fuck you."

"You knew. Damn."

"Yes. now, I do think it's time we talked with the girls about Coen."

"Yes, but not until Ashlyn's better. Just a few more weeks."

Mark nodded.

****

Just one more week to go, Chima thought as he worked Kendra from behind as her face was buried in Coen's lap. Coen smiled blissfully. Chima had been exceptionally nice to him over the last two weeks, he truly thought they were building a great relationship. He even let him suck his cock without flinching.

Chima grinned inside, soon. Soon your ass will be gone. He worked Kendra for several more strokes and exploded. Coen pulled at Kendra, so she straddled him and worked her magic until he erupted leaving her messier than before.

Chima left the room. Coen was still kissing Kendra as they lay in bed. "I want you to meet my sister and My mother."

She smiled, "Really."

"Yes. They are visiting in a few weeks."

"I'd love to meet them."

****

Another week went by. Mark and Chima had been going over their plans to talk to Kendra and Ashlyn about Coen. As Mark stood in the kitchen in a daze thinking about all he wanted to say...he still had the unresolved matter of his marriage. His house was not at peace. Finally, one Sunday, he stopped Carly before she left, "Hey, sweetheart."

"Yes, Dad?"

He hugged and then stepped back, "Can you please tell me what going on between you and your mom."

Carly sighed, "I don't want to hurt you, dad. And I don't want to say that I told you so. Mom is not the woman for you. If you go to the other house right now. You'll understand what I mean."

His eyebrows furrowed. She kissed his cheek and stepped back, "And Marshon and I have been having sex."

"What?!"

"We're being careful. I'm on the pill."

"This can't be happening."

She nodded, "It is dad. I'm tired of lying. Besides. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm sixteen. I know you probably want to ground me or beat up Marshon—"

"No. I'm—just let me deal with one crisis at a time. You and I will talk about this later."

She nodded and then left.

*****

What could Carly be referring to? he asked himself as he pulled up to the house where Carlene stayed when she asked for a divorce. It was an investment property they owned. He didn't see her car. He shrugged. He parked in the driveway. He attempted to use his key to open the door, but it wasn't working. He walked around back and found the patio door unlocked. He slipped inside.

She saw clothes strewn about the floor. Immediately, his heart sank. But he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Maybe Charlene rented the place out and forgot to tell me, he thought.

But then, he heard her voice, "Yes, fuck yes, give me that dick that I love so much!"

Slowly he made his way to the master bedroom. He stood in the doorway watching her get stuffed from behind as Jamal's ass cheeks were clenched tightly, "That's right! Don't nobody fuck you like this. Not even that pretty ass husband of yours!"

"You're the best Jamal. I love you."

"You love this dick. That n*gga would be shook if he knew that baby in your belly was mine."

"Ummm, ummm, babe, fuck!"

They heard a throat clear. Jamal turned around, "Oh hey what's up, Pretty, N*gga."

Mark chuckled psychotically. And then walked right up to Jamal and rocked his jaw. Jamal fell back. Mark walked over to where he lay on the floor, looked down, and said "This pretty N*gga got hands too. You're on my property. You got ten seconds to get the fuck out or I'ma show you some shit that us country boys like to do down in the SIP."

Jamal hurried to his feet and left the bedroom. Mark turned and looked at Charlene. "Babe, it's not what you think."

Mark scratched his head, "There are a lot of things I could say to you right now." He huffed, "I'm not going to say any of them. All I know is the two of us will meet with our attorneys on Monday. You will agree to accept this house, the car you drive, and the alimony for one year. And I am not claiming that child as mine on the birth certificate. You can get that raggedy as son of a bitch to do what he's supposed to do."

Mark walked off like a boss. She left the bed with the sheet wrapped around her calling his name, "Come on, Mark, wait."

He turned to her. They stood in the living room. Her eyes teared up, "Let's not do this. All that stuff you heard; I didn't mean any of it. It was just some role-play. Jamal is married. Look, you can see Kendra. I won't say anything. We can go back to the way things were."

He shook his head, "Nah. See. That arrangement would have been great if you had respect for me. You don't. Never have. And never will."

****

The day seemed so tender and perfect. Coen lay on top of Kendra enjoying her moist center with long delicious stokes. He ran his finger through her curls, "I can't wait until the day you're my wife and we can have more children."

The sentiment was sweet. He was good to her, and she had no reason not to trust him completely but her mind kept flashing to the secret meetings with Mark. But he was still with his wife. She nodded, "That would be nice."

After morning sex was concluded, Kendra went for a shower. Coen was in the bedroom. His phone sounded with a text message, "You really thought you could get away with fucking me."

"Who is this?" he questioned.

"Who the fuck do you think it is."

Coen gulped. This was serious. He had to get away for a while. He quickly jotted down, "Hey my love, sorry to leave on such short notice. Something has come up. I'll be out for a week or so."

When Kendra walked into the room, she thought it was odd that Coen left the room without kissing her goodbye. She walked over to the dresser and saw the note. She shook her head in disbelief. She called his phone, but it went straight to voice mail.

She walked to the living room, where she saw Ashlyn standing in the hall looking at the foyer, "What's going on?" asked Ashlyn with confusion after witnessing Coen leave abruptly and screeching off in his car.

"I don't know," replied Kendra. She showed Ashlyn the note.

"One minute he was telling me that he loved me and wanted kids, and then he just left without a real explanation."

"It's strange, but let's not think the worst."

Kendra nodded, "Right. Let me go feed the baby."

****

That night, Mark came by. Kendra was shocked to see him stop at the house. The four of them sat at the kitchen table. Chima came clean with everything. Mostly, everything. He couldn't tell them about how Coen had slurped on his knob. Especially with Mark there.

Kendra was quiet, "So, Jon did want to be in Behati's life. Why Chima?"

"There's no real reason other than I just couldn't stand to lose you. I wanted you here."

"You can't do things like that. How do you know I would have gone to Germany?"

Ashlyn was disappointed but he was still her husband, "Chima was only thinking about your best interest. This guy from what they've told us seems unstable. He doesn't need to be around Behati or you."

Kendra nodded, "Still. It would have been nice if Chima would have trusted me to make that decision."

"I understand if you hate me."

She sucked her teeth, "Oh don't go being all over dramatic. You know I don't hate you. But a lot of this could have been avoided if you had spoken up sooner. Coen has been working with Jon and now, he's betrayed Jon. He wanted me for himself. And now he's back out there doing God knows what."

"We all trusted him," added Ashlyn.

"For the record, Chima and I never liked him," clarified Mark.

They turned over their lips at him. "At least he's gone. And now, we don't have to worry about him."

Kendra was still sad, "I have the worst luck with men."

"Hey, I wasn't so bad."

"No. but you're married and so is Chima."

He stood and reached for her hands, "The papers were filed this morning." In thirty days, we can get married. I still have your ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.

She jumped into his arms, "Yes, yes, yes."

"I knew you still loved me."

"Shut up and put that ring on my finger."

"Yes, ma'am."