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  I already knew what he wanted to see me about. It had to have been all the talk of the office, I was sure of it. Since I was gone an entire week, it gave them plenty of time to talk amongst themselves and circulate enough rumors, some of which probably weren’t even true. It was damage control time and I was well prepared. Heading past my office on the way towards his, I braced myself and took a deep breath thinking about everything that I needed to say to have my story straight. Although, when I took another deep breath, my tight pencil skirt business suit felt like it was getting tighter attempting to suck the life out of me. I knocked on the door as calm and collected, as I initially wanted to be.

  “Yes, you may enter,” Galileo, answered as I walked through the door.

  “You wanted to see me sir?”

  “Ah, yes. Dr. Jamison. Come on in and have a seat. I was beginning to think we would never have this conversation.” He shuffled through papers without raising his head up to glance at me.

  “I only took a small leave, sir. I know it was short notice and you hate that but I felt I needed to do so given the circumstances.” I made sure to keep my voice very pleasant and remain as humble as possible.

  If he even smelled the least bit of sarcasm he would have ripped me a new one right there in his office, then sent me to get a new one and dared me to be late for my next patient. He ran the office like a military base and took pride in doing so, though he had never stepped foot near one. He was an older man in his early fifties and didn’t tolerate or have time for anyone’s bullshit. Everyone in the office tiptoed around him whenever he passed by or spoke to someone in the open. You would very rarely see him smile and that’s what scared people the most.

  “Well, be that as it may, that’s not the reason I called you in here this morning.”

  “Oh?” I acted confused.

  “That incident last week shook this office to its very core and had it in the damnedest of uproars. That kind of nonsense just isn’t tolerated in this particular setting. That is of course unless you encounter a seriously mentally ill patient who is beyond our care.” His lips moved but all I could see was the hostility his eyes he darted at me.

  “I apologize for disturbing the peace in the office, sir. But in my defense it wasn’t exactly my fault.”

  “Wasn’t it? Throughout this last week, I’ve begun to learn more and more about you than I’d actually like to. I would prefer to know nothing about you but your credentials and success rate with our patients here.” He straightened his tie and leaned his bulky chest back in his seat placing his hands to his face in a prayer like stance.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t follow.”

  “It appears to me, Dr. Jamison, that you have been having an extramarital interoffice affair with one of the associates here. Do you deny this?”

  My palms and armpits grew moist. Had I not been sitting down, my knees would have buckled underneath me sending me crashing to the floor. As I thought about that, I realized his question wasn’t going to go away no matter how hard I blinked my eyes hoping it was all a dream. A million random things popped into my head in one millisecond but only one would be good enough to stand my ground with him.

  “Sir, I can assure you that is absurd. Why would I do such a thing to my family and my career?” I struggled not to fidget as I knew that would be a tell tale sign of lying, though the sweat droplets forming on my forehead didn’t get that memo.

  “I thought you might say that. That’s probably why the person who informed me of this situation, took the initiative of giving me just the very proof I needed to ensure that this was purely fact and not fiction.” Galileo rose from his seat headed to the steel file cabinet behind him opening the drawer dramatically.

  Whatever was on the tape he pulled out couldn’t have been good. I almost didn’t want to watch it, thinking I should run out the room before he even popped it in the old school tape player he had sitting underneath his black 19” TV on the side of his metal desk. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see and all I could do was pray for the life of me that it was someone else on that footage. I wanted so desperately to vehemently deny that the person the tape was I. Maybe it was someone who favored me a bit or maybe it was someone dressed as me trying to frame me.

  “Tell me what do you see.” Galileo clicked a button on his remote control and the visual popped right on, showing from the top of my desk.

  “Where…where did you get that?”

  “Well, you tell me doctor. Seeing as though no offices are to have video recordings in them since that would breach the terms of patient/doctor confidentiality. Tapes are only to be permitted if the patient asks for them,” he huffed as he dared not to look away. “This appears to be your office and your desk. Is it not?”

  “I…I…” I couldn’t even bring myself to complete a single sentence.

  My eyes searched the screen for any sign of my face. I didn’t want to blurt out that the woman on that tape getting her pussy licked like a cat drank milk was I. I couldn’t confess that the woman squeezing her tits and moaning like a banshee and I, were one in the same. How could I look my boss in the eye and tell him that the girl fingering me roughly was Tara and yes she fucked the shit out of me on my desk every morning like clockwork? It was like watching a train wreck that he almost couldn’t take his eyes off of.

  “How can you honestly confirm that this is me on that desk?” I batted my eyes to and from the screen, still hoping my face never came up on the footage.

  “You’re right. It never shows your face,” he began as I secretly exhaled the deep breath I was holding in. “However, explain to me how we are to know that it isn’t you?”

  “I mean anyone could go in my office early in the morning and record this. The secretaries have access to our offices all the time and could have easily—“

  “Before you continue, you should know that Tara came into this office and confessed to the entire affair already. I spoke with her last week after the tape found its way to my desk. It was in the lobby tape player one morning when I was away and began playing for all of our awaiting patients to see.” His voice was loud and rigid, damn near freezing my skin off. “Luckily, one of the secretaries was able to stop it before it played too much of this spectacle. She conveniently left it on my desk with a note. After speaking with Tara, she came in here sobbing, asking for forgiveness. But you sit there and try to act like this is a fraud?”

  “Galileo, I’m not trying to act, sir. I truly don’t know where this tape came from or how it got in the lobby VCR, I swear. I’m just as clueless as you are. Tara is a liar. She just wants to destroy me since she broke up my marriage. Did she tell you she’s sleeping with my husband?“

  “Ah, so the plot thickens. And, apparently she’s sleeping with you as well,” He growled.

  “No sir. I can assure you that I have never slept with that girl a day in my life.” The lie seemed to roll off my tongue like butter down a hot skillet. “Besides, I’m married. How can I be gay?”

  “Uh no. I don’t want to hear about your sexual conquests, doctor.”

  “I’m not trying to tell you about my sex life, I’m just merely saying…”

  “Shh. Shh.” He waved his hand in the air, jolting his head away as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me.

  “Please sir, if you’ll just allow me—“

  “Excuses are like assholes, doctor. Everyone has one and I don’t need to hear yours.”

  “Sir, I swear to you—“

  “Dr. Jamison, the next thing I want to hear is your heals rubbing against the carpet and my door shutting behind you. You are on suspension without pay, pending an investigation. You claim it’s not you, then let’s hear what the review board has to say about this.” He snatched his pen up in his hand and pretended to be writing something so he wouldn’t have to witness the pitiful look perched upon my face. “You are dismissed. Someone will contact you with your hearing date. Good luck to you doctor.”

  I headed
to the door ashamed to even continue on with my lie. There was no use. My feet dragged out the door unable to look back at the disgusted look on his face and as I exited my eyes drooped as I looked up at my office door. Removing my things from the office, would only force me into making the fact that I’ve basically lost my job a reality. That was something that I wasn’t prepared to deal with yet. Everything I had worked so hard for, was being ripped from me like a piece of waxing cloth from my bikini line and it stung just the same. It was all because of some stupid bitch that couldn’t keep her reckless big mouth shut. She was seriously trying to ruin me.

  “Hey, Kel. So what did he say?” Mona jumped in her seat eagerly, smiling as I came out of the long dark hallway.

  “That was the longest walk I’ve ever taken down that damn hallway.” I forced my lips to stop its quivering.

  “Awe man, Kelly. I’m sorry, girl. I was here when the tape played too. Sandra had just turned the TV on because a patient asked why wasn’t it on yet and girl what played on the screen… All I’m gonna say is we were scrambling to try and turn it off and watch at the same damn time.” The chuckle she made only made me want to cry more. “Girl that was some steamy stuff you were doing in that office.”

  “It wasn’t me, alright. I didn’t do that shit. I would never do that shit. I would never put my career on the line like that.” I felt myself snap even though my anger was misdirected and my words were a lie.

  “Okay, girl, okay. I’m just saying it was in your office. The whole set up was the same and everything.” Mona’s expression was accusing as I let the fact that she knew why the boss wanted to see me but didn’t give me a heads up, go.

  As soon as the words set up flew out of her mouth something clicked in my head. It was all coming together like glue in my mind and for some reason I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I hadn’t come to the conclusion sooner. Some shit wasn’t adding up but as I shook my head at Mona and dragged myself out the door, I knew that it was definitely becoming clear and plain as day. It was the first time in weeks that I thought about my girls, missing how they gave warm loving advice. Still, I was so blinded that I couldn’t see what the fuck was actually happening. I once was blind, but right then I could finally see.

  Chapter 16

  A few hours later

  “Babe, what are you doing home so soon? I wasn’t expecting you until late so I hadn’t done any cleaning or put dinner on yet.” Trent kissed my forehead as he greeted me at the door.

  “I’ve been put on unpaid leave pending an investigation of—“ I forgot he didn’t know about Tara and me yet. At least he hadn’t brought it up. But he wasn’t about to get the shit out of me.

  “Because of that bullshit? Man, Tara pulled that bullshit on you baby. They could clearly see that it wasn’t your fault.”

  Trent escorted me to the couch and removed my heels. He placed my feet in his lap and began rubbing them as strongly as he could to rub the stress out of them. It felt good but it wasn’t enough to relieve me of what I was feeling inside. Every second I was near him sickened me. A man that used to be my everything was reverted to mere shit on the bottom of my Giuseppe heels. Still, I played it cool. I was done laying my cards out on the table. He didn’t need to know just yet that I had pulled his card. I needed him just as lost as he was trying to keep me.

  “Hmm. Well I’m starting to believe this bitch is beyond psycho.” My eyes zipped to check his reaction.

  “Trust me babe, there’s nothing beyond psycho. That’s like the number one kind of crazy.” Trent turned to me chuckling his head off but pausing when he saw the staid expression on my face. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “Love is beyond psycho. It can make you do the craziest shit. But I’m sure that’s something that you’re wholly familiar with. Huh, babe?”

  “I thought we were having a good day, Kel. I know you’re angry about the shit at work but despite all of that we can still have a nice day,” his sigh was deep informing me of the miniscule return of his former self. “Don’t purposely try and ruin it.”

  His eyes held a darkness that I knew all too well. I laughed a bit inside feeling as though it didn’t take long before the old him returned. His hands began to slow their movements on my feet. I tried to move them feeling his coldness pierce through them with every motion from his fingers but he pulled them forward making sure I couldn’t escape his grasp.

  “It’s whatever it is, Trent. At this point, I don’t really give a shit anymore.”

  “Awe, don’t talk like that. Here, come with me, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Trent stood holding out his hand to help me to my feet.

  I followed him past the paint still imprinted on our carpet and headed up the staircase hand in hand. Trent walked slowly allowing me ample enough time to slog my weary feet up the stairs behind him. At the top of the stairs, I glanced into our bedroom noticing that he hadn’t touched any part of the house. The debris from the vandalism of the night before was becoming an entity in our house. He looked back at me with a slight smile as if to keep my attention focused on him.

  “Surprise.” Trent pulled me hard and fast into the guest bedroom.

  Half of the room was painted the brightest color yellow of the sun. The twin sized bed that sat in front of the lone bay window of the room, wooden armoire, an old wooden nightstand, and computer desk were all gone. The room was empty aside from the white paper spread all across the floor and the paint buckets in each corner.

  “Trent, what the hell is this? What did you do to the guest room?”

  “It’s not a guest room anymore. It’s the baby’s room.” The fire in his eyes was lit again. “See I figure the crib could go here and the changing table could go here. And, if the baby is a girl or boy the yellow will suit it just fine. What do you think?”

  I think…I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to tell him that the room was beautiful and that it was the most thoughtful thing that he could have ever done. The room, however, had an eerie feel to it. It was one of those things that looked like a cover up of something that I couldn’t put my hand on. I had no idea what it was but my women’s intuition was going off like a firehouse alarm.

  “It’s lovely, Trent.” Instead, I chose to avoid an argument.

  “Hell, it’s just a bumbling mess right now but give me a few weeks and I’ll have this baby looking colorful and shinier than a new penny.” Trent clapped his hands together creating a loud popping sound in the air before cheering my response on and heading over to kiss me.

  His lips felt like they did on our wedding day, soft and succulent. His fingers ran across my body as if they were fervently searching for spots to sink themselves into. Our bodies pressed against one another like they were about to melt and become merged into one being. My nipples tingled when his hands made their way to my tits, squeezing like they would mush through his hands like putty. It was a strong enough massage to fully enjoy.

  I walked backward out of the strong paint smelling room and backed up into the hall. My mind couldn’t let go of the torrid scene afflicting our bedroom, forcing me to stop right in my tracks and drop to the floor. I wiggled out of my suit jacket quickly tossing it behind me hoping he caught the drift. My hormones were raging and just because he repulsed me, it didn’t mean I couldn’t get my rocks off when I needed. And, I needed to feel him right then. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet and he was the only one I had who could tighten me up a bit.

  “Take that shit off and get your sexy ass down here,” I ordered, grinning from ear to ear at the growing package in his pants.

  “You know I’m comin’.” Trent kicked his pants off of his ankles and worked on his shirt at the same time.

  He stood hovering over me naked as the day he was born. Grown and sexy fit this man like Jessica Rabbit’s illustrator drew him. I couldn't rip the rest of my clothes off fast enough, as I tossed them behind me with the rest and zeroed in on his prowl-like kneel. My body leaned back
as he mounted me, kissing me from my forehead down to my lips. He moved so cautiously and pecked me so sweetly prompting me to bask in what seemed like his love.

  I let myself go, if only for a minute, relaxing my muscles and giving my body to him. Passion bolted like lightening through my body as he moved down to my neck sucking hard like a thirsty vampire receiving a meal after forty thousand years. His teeth were mildly painful but the prickling chills it gave me only made me yearn for more. Yearning was something I was all too familiar with and my hormones only heightened the urge.

  My hands scratched his back gently, pressing him further into me. His tongue moved rapidly through his hard sucking and as I closed my eyes, I thought I would cum just from that alone. My mouth agape, I moaned uncontrollably spreading my legs further apart hoping he would slide right in and get to work. It was crazy how horny I felt as my pussy dripped with pleasure. I couldn’t bring myself to wrap my arms around his beefy back. I wanted to but the man caressing my body like an African God was not the evil vindictive man that was used to hurting me. The thoughts of what he had done, only kept me from giving my all to him.

  Instead, I grabbed his head trying to force him down in between my legs. Trent broke free from my grasp, leaving me a bit anxious about what he was going to do next. He kissed a moist sensual path down to my belly button before stopping gazing down at my butter pecan skin. Keeping my calm, I allowed him to take his time even though what I really wanted to do was ram his fucking face into my pussy.

  “Do you think I’m going to hurt the baby?”

  That was the very thing that I needed to hear to destroy my hard on. “No, Trent. You can’t hurt the baby. How do you think he or she got up in there in the first place?”

  We chuckled instantaneously a bit before he leisurely moved in, returning to his pattern of kisses. Trent stuck his tongue out making wet shapes on my skin, tickling me in the process. He headed down to my bikini area, sucking on my skin almost devouring it seemingly happy that it was hairless. He loved it nice and bare.