Jordan Draws The Line

Martha showed up at the police station to post bail for Dave. She didn’t ask any questions about what happened. She simply smiled and inquired, “Are you okay, honey?”

He sighed, “As well as to be expected,” he grumbled. He couldn’t get the thought of Jordan fucking another man out of his head. It was inconceivable to him that she would do such a thing. He didn’t understand. “I gave this woman everything. She wanted nothing. She didn’t even have to work if she didn’t want to,” he said to Martha as he got into her car on the passenger side.

“I understand, honey. It’s going to be all right. I need to stop at the store right quick.”

He nodded, “Fine.”

When they got to the store, Martha went about the store picking up items she needed. Dave sort of wandered around aimlessly. He had tried to call Jordan, but her phone wasn’t connecting his calls. He grunted as he left message after message. Just as he left one final message, he heard, “Dave, right?”

He looked up and saw this woman standing before him smiling, “Yeah?”

“It’s me, Stephanie. From the Christmas party. My boyfriend Rodrigo works with your wife Jordan.”

He nodded, “Yeah. Hi.”

“I heard the awesome news and congrats.”

He eyed her, “Congrats?”

“Oh, are you guys not telling anyone yet? I saw Jordan at the doctor’s office last week. She told me she was pregnant. Not exactly but she didn’t deny it.”

His skin was on fire, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude but I’m having an off day, would you excuse me,” he said before leaving the store and going to sit in the car.

******

After spending the day on a private beach in Cozumel, they were back on the ship. Jordan and Montell were in their room. She was packing up their things and leaving out what they needed for the next day. The ship was on its way back to New Orleans.

Montell wrapped his arms around her, “I have had the best time.”

“Me too. Almost time to get back to reality.”

Montell nodded, “Yeah. Look, before we get back home, there’s something I need to tell you about your dude, husband, or whatever.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Like what?”

Montell took a deep breath, “I know you know he’s been out there fucking other women.”

“Yeah. That’s nothing new.”

“Well, he also got a young lady pregnant.”

Jordan cackled but when she saw Montell didn’t smile, “And how would you know this? Dave confided in you?”

“Not exactly, I overheard him one night. The dude has been wildin’. And I don’t want you to get mad at me—”

“Montell, how long have you known this?”

He cleared his throat, “About two weeks.”

“Two whole fucking weeks? Why did you wait to say anything?”

He shrugged, “I just wanted us to enjoy our trip without you know—”

“No. You were trying to manipulate this situation just like you did in South Carolina.”

“Come on babe, you know me better than that. I love you.”

She held up her hand, “I know you love me. And I love you too. But if we are going to be together you will not keep things from me to get the outcome you want. You have to tell me everything and let me decide how I want to proceed even if the outcome is not what you want.”

It was quiet. “So, what do you want to do?”

She shook her head, “I’m not mad at you. It’s just a lot to take in right now. Every time I turn around there is more stuff and it’s—”

He rubbed her arms, “Don’t let it stress you out. I want our baby to be okay.”

She nodded and hugged him, “I want her to be okay too.”

He stepped back smiling, “So we’re manifesting a girl?”

She smiled, “It’s a girl. I can feel it.”

“I want to be with you when you talk to Dave.”

“Why?”

“I just want to make sure he doesn’t try anything.”

She chuckled, “Dave has never put his hands on me. He knows better. I’ve put up with a lot of shit but hitting me…no sir. Now, can we go eat and perhaps enjoy our last night in the hot tub? Hopefully, no one is up there.”

He grinned, “That sounds great but—”

“Oh! what now, Montell?”

“Just that the girl he got pregnant is um,” he mumbled, “is Kassy’s sister.”

She made a face, “Is who? Speak up.”

“It’s Kassy’s sister. Rhonda.”

Jordan made a face, “That little girl.”

“I mean, she’s nineteen but he did start messing around with her at age seventeen.”

Jordan touched her fingertips to her temples, “I don’t want to know anymore. I just want to enjoy this last night at sea. I will deal with his bullshit swiftly when I get back to North Carolina.”

*****

Montell sat at the bar with Mike. They sipped on beers as they spoke. “It is a lot man but at least you know she loves you.”

“Do you think I was manipulating the outcome though?”

Mike laughed, “Man, look, I know how it is when you find a good one and you don’t want to miss out. Jordan is keeper. You can trust that if she loves you, you don’t have to keep things from her. That’s something we all have to learn.’

Montell nodded, “thanks man for keeping me straight.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Yeah.” He stood, “I’ma go enjoy this last night,” he grinned, “see y’all in the morning.”

Montell walked over to the pool where Jordan was sitting with Barbara talking. “Are you ready babe?”

****

Floating on the vast sea, under complete darkness, Jordan sat on Montell’s lap in the hot tub. He filled her nicely as she worked her hips enjoying every inch of him. “I’m sorry—”

She leaned in and kissed his mouth, “This is our last night. Let’s enjoy it.”

The water sloshed between them as he held her back while sucking her right nipple through the top she wore. “Oh baby, you feel so good,” she moaned.

His hands slid down, gripped her ass, and lifted her slightly. He thrust from underneath massaging her walls until she melted, “Oh fuck,” she moaned.

“it’s you and me from here on out, okay, babe.”

“Yes, baby.”

He stroked a little faster. He twitched and spurted into her, “Ahhhh, umm-umm-umm,” he said licking his lips, “Let’s go back to the room for round two.”

She smiled and stood. Her body dripped with water and her center was filled with his cum. He stood, left the tub, and helped her out of the tub. They both grabbed towels and headed to their room.

*****

When morning arrived, the ship was back in New Orleans, Louisiana. Jordan’s phone started chirping like crazy. She woke up and saw all the messages. She listened to the ones from Dave and rolled her eyes, “Fuck,” she said and took a deep breath. She wasn’t even back in North Carolina and the bull shit had commenced.

Montell opened his eyes, “what’s wrong?”

“Dave knows about the baby,” she said nervously.

“How?”

“Probably, that bitch Stephanie said something.”

“Ain’t nothing we can do about it until we get back to North Carolina anyway, so, just relax until it’s time to talk.”

She nodded, “You’re right. He can kiss my ass anyway.”

Montell reached for his cell phone and saw he had messages from Kassy. He listened. His eyes widened as he heard what Kassy said Dave had done. Jordan knew by his expression more bull shit was coming, “what is it?”

“Rhonda loss the baby.”

Jordan gulped. She didn’t know how to feel.

Montel continued, “Dave hit Rhonda and he went to jail.”

“What?! No. That’s not like Dave.”

“Not saying I’d have done the same if provoked but it was Rhonda that told him about us.”

Jordan nodded, “Wow, just fucking wow.”

*****

The flight back to North Carolina was rather grim. When they landed, Montell dropped Jordan off at her house and offered to stay but she insisted that he leave so she could speak with Dave when he got home.

She called her children and informed them. She wanted them to be aware of what had taken place. About an hour afterward, she saw Dave pull into the driveway. She stood by the kitchen counter awaiting him to enter.

He glared at her, “So, you back from your lil business trip,” he made air quotes when he said, “business trip,” he huffed, “how do I know if all ya lil business trips weren’t excuses to go fuck some other man. All the stuff I do for you. And this is the thanks I get for being a good father to your children.”

She rolled her eyes, “Are you done?”

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“That you can kindly go fuck yourself. Those kids you’re talking about…we made them together. Do you want a gold star for doing what the hell you were supposed to do as their father? And as far as who I’ve been fucking…I promise you that it didn’t start until recently and it’s been far less than the string of women that you’ve fucked up and down the eastern seaboard.”

He sucked his teeth.

“And don’t think I don’t know about the baby you just lost with a nineteen-year-old girl. Seventeen Dave, really?”

“I didn’t know she was seventeen.”

“But you knew after.”

“It’s not like that. Look, we have both made mistakes. Just get an abortion and we’ll work on our marriage.”

“Marriage? What marriage? You’re never home and when you are, you’re too tired for me because you’ve fucked all your side heifers. I’m not having an abortion.”

Dave frowned, “You expect me to take care of some other man’s kid?”

“No. I don’t because that man is more than willing to care for his kid.”

He gulped at the implication, “We’re not getting divorced, Jordan.”

“Yes. We are. It’s time. We truly never should have married in the first place. You were always a ho. Just out there with community dick enough to bring me home some incurable disease. I thank God it never happened. You can keep the house. I don’t need it. I have my mother’s property and my man has a house.”

“Your man?”

“Yes. The one I’m about to go to. And you can sort all of your shit out with all your little lady friends. Have the day that you deserve.”

Before she could make it to the door, he reached for her. She drew back and slapped his face so hard, that he stumbled and hit his back on the wall, “I know you don’t think you’re about to handle me like you did that poor girl yesterday. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Hitting a woman like that. You caused all this bull shit, YOU! The only person you should be mad at right now is your damn self.”

She adjusted herself and strutted to the door, “I’ll have someone move my stuff out next week.”