Tender Moments In Time

LA’DONNA OF SIN RESTAURANT
Adams Morgan
 
The server positioned the ice bucket on a wire stand, and placed Jo’Nay’s wine glass down in front of her. She whisked the bottle of Merlot from the icy depths and then uncorked the bottle. She lifted Jo’Nay’s wine glass and poured the sparkling contents inside. She set her wine glass back down in front of her. “Would you like a refresher sir?”
 
“Thank you.”
 
The server lifted Ian’s wine glass and duplicated her action. She placed his glass down in front of him and sat the bottle of Merlot back into the ice bucket.
 
“Would that be all sir, ma’am?”
 
“Yes, that would be all.”
 
The server disassociated her presence.
 
Jo’Nay forked the succulent Lobster fillet into her mouth.
 
“This Lobster is good.”
 
Ian forked himself a serving into his mouth.
 
“The beautiful lady sure knows what she’s talking about. Son, how is your Cheeseburger?”
 
Pablo swallowed his food.
 
“Dad, this Cheeseburger is good. Miss. Abbington can I taste your Lobster?”
 
“Son, you have your own food.”
 
“Pablo, have you ever tasted Lobster before?”
 
“No ma’am.”
 
“Ian, is Pablo allergic to shell fish, or any fish for that matter?”
 
“Not to my knowledge.”
 
“Pablo, I would let you taste some of my Lobster, just in case the next time you dine out, and you may want to order your own, or another one of those delicious looking Cheeseburgers on your plate.”
 
“Okay.”
 
Jo’Nay took one of her unused forks and forked the white filet from out the pit of her Lobster tail. She dipped it into the butter sauce, and forked it into Pablo’s mouth.
 
Pablo chewed it.
 
“That tastes good Miss. Abbington, thanks.”
 
“You’re welcome Sweet Pea.
 
Jo’Nay placed the fork back down on the table and then picked hers back up.
 
Pablo turned toward his dad.
 
“Don’t even think about asking son.”
 
Jo’Nay and Pablo laughed.
 
Ian, Jo’Nay, and Pablo ate their meal. During the course of the meal, Ian asked Jo’Nay about herself. She filled him in on significant aspects about herself.
 
“Jo’Nay, where were you born?” Ian placed his glass of Merlot down.
 
“I was born in Puerto Rico. My family owns five vast cocoa plantations. I’m sure you’ve heard of Abbington International Coffees.”
 
“You belong to that Abbington family?”
 
“Yes, I am the sole heiress to Abbington International Coffees.”
 
“My parents in Spain grew up drinking Abbington coffee.” Ian lifted his glass of Merlot and took a sip. He placed it back down on the table. “You are a long way from Puerto Rico.”
 
“Yes, my father wanted to be closer to where the revenue is generated from, which is in the state of California. So, he decided it would be best if we relocated to California.”
 
Ian liked to hear Jo’Nay talk. Her soft voice sounded as if she was telling a story.
 
“Jo’Nay, what does your father do now, since his coffee business is breaking marketable financial records?”
 
“He has expanded his business ventures into the craze of espresso, cappuccino, and latté. In addition, working on a business plan to broaden into the electrical appliances for the morning comforts of society, such as the espresso maker, coffeemakers, and a string of fondue machines.”
 
Jo’Nay lifted her glass of wine and took a sip. She placed it back down on the table.
 
Pablo continued eating his Cheeseburger. The adult conversation was easy to his ears.
 
“How long have you been living in Washington, D.C? I know it was a huge adjustment from living in California.” Ian lifted his glass of wine and took a sip. He placed it back down on the table.
 
“I have been residing in Washington for a little over a year now. I graduated with full honors from Miami University. The teaching position at Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy was offered to me, but with one stipulation.”
 
“Mind me asking, but what was the stipulation?”
 
“I had to relocate to Washington D.C.” Moreover, continue to let the Headmaster fed his oral fetish using my flesh Jo’Nay wanted to add.
 
The conversation lapped while each one finished consuming their Lobster.
 
Jo’Nay wanted to ask Ian where Mrs. Sanchez was.
 
She refrained from doing so; she secretly did not want to hear he had a wife at home waiting for him and their son to return. If that was so, then who was Miss. Lucy she thought.
 
A ballad played in the background.
 
“May I have the pleasure of this dance, Jo’Nay?”
 
“Yes, you may, Ian.”
 
Jo’Nay placed her eating utensil down on her dinner napkin.
 
“Sweet Pea, you sit here and do not move.”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
Jo’Nay scooted her chair back and rose.
 
“Pablo, Miss. Abbington and I know how much Lobster we have left on our plate. So do not get any cravings.”
 
“Miss. Abbington already gave me some of hers dad, but you haven’t.”
 
“Whatever you do save some for your ole man.” Ian ruffled Pablo’s hair.
 
Ian held Jo’Nay’s hand and walked to the open space used for dancing.
 
Ian drew Jo’Nay into his arms. They danced thigh-to-thigh.
 
“Miss. Abbington, you have made an impression on my son?”
 
“I think he is a little too young for me.”
 
“You are also making an impression on his father.”
 
Ian pulled Jo’Nay closer.
 
He smelled so good Jo’Nay thought. His arms felt protective around her waist.
 
“I did not hear you say I am too old for you.”
 
Jo’Nay looked up into Ian’s eyes.
 
“And you won’t.”
 
“Would I be too forward if I kissed you?”
 
“No, and you will not consider me a loose woman if I accept?”
 
“You will not hear that title from me.”
 
Ian looked down into Jo’Nay’s face. His eyes continued to concentrate on her lips.
 
Jo’Nay slowly leaned her face upward. Ian slowly descended his face downward. He kissed her lips. Lips he have envisioned kissing since this morning.
 
Ian deepened the kiss; he then kissed Jo’Nay on the side of her cheek. He rubbed his palm up and down her bare back. He realized her skin was so soft. God, she was a woman in every sense his mind screamed. Ian kissed the side of Jo’Nay’s temple.
 
He wanted to make sure the kiss felt good, and it was not his imagination. He kissed her again. Jo’Nay stuck her tongue inside Ian’s mouth. Ian explicitly groaned out. He held Jo’Nay tighter. He did not want to let her go. She felt natural against him, and her body hid the instant erection she gave him.
 
Jo’Nay stood on her toes and slowly brought her body down against Ian’s erection. Ian kissed one of Jo’Nay’s shoulder blades and then her lips.
 
This was a feeling Lucy could never provoke in him.
 
The music ended too soon for him.
 
Ian slowly spaced his face. He looked down into Jo’Nay’s eyes.
 
“Thanks for the dance, Ian.”
 
“The pleasure was mine alone.”
 
Ian held Jo’Nay’s hand while he escorted her back to their table. He pulled her chair back. Jo’Nay sat down. Ian walked around the table and reclaimed his chair.
 
Jo’Nay heard someone singing Happy Birthday while walking up to the table.
 
One kitchen staff member held a cake in his hands with one lit candle on top.
 
“How did they know it was my birthday?”
 
“I haven’t a clue.”
 
“I told the lady it was your birthday when she came and brought me another glass of soda.”
 
Pablo forked a small serving of Ian’s Lobster into his mouth.
 
The kitchen staff crowded their table and sung a rendition of Happy Birthday to Jo’Nay.
 
“Thank you, Sweet Pea.”
 
Jo’Nay leaned over and kissed Pablo on his cheek.
 
The kitchen staff sung the last chorus. Everyone in the restaurant looked over and clapped.
 
Jo’Nay made a wish and blew out the candle.
 
“Miss. Abbington, what did you wish for?” Pablo questioned.
 
Jo’Nay looked over at Ian and then Pablo. “Something I would eventually get in the end.”
 
Ian winked at Jo’Nay. Jo’Nay smiled.
 
“Would you handsome men like a piece of cake?”
 
“I’m stuffed; can I take my piece home with me Miss. Abbington?”
 
“Yes, but make sure it’s all right with your father first.”
 
“I’ll take my piece to go as well.”
 
“I thought that was you.”
 
Jo’Nay turned around and looked up. “Well, isn’t this a surprise?” She stood and walked into a pair of outstretched arms. Her physique was engulfed in a fatherly embrace. Jo’Nay stepped back. “Senator Neihum, how good to see you. Where is Mrs. Neihum?”
 
“You know Bessie, always on the go. She took the girls to the symphony.”
 
“Senator Neihum, I would like to introduce Mr. Ian Sanchez.”
 
Ian stood and shook Senator Neihum’s outstretched hand.
 
“Could this be the same Sanchez, as in Sanchez Technology?”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
“Mr. Sanchez, you have a fine enterprise, very fine. The technological computer software your technology company has supplied to the military is top rated and very durable.”
 
“Thank you Senator Neihum.”
 
“And Senator Neihum, this young man is Pablo Sanchez?”
 
“Hello Mr. Senator.”
 
“Well, hi to you, young man.”
 
Senator Neihum shook Pablo’s hand.
 
Ian sat back down.
 
“How are the girls doing?”
 
“Fine, they miss you terribly. You have to come to the gathering Bessie is hosting in two months. Mr. Sanchez, you hold on to this one. Our family just love her to death, and you cannot find a perfect nanny like she was these days.”
 
Jo’Nay blushed.
 
“Are you still a mentor at the Youth Lighthouse Center?”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your meal.”
 
Senator Neihum gave Jo’Nay a fatherly kiss on her check and slipped a check in her hand.
 
“Happy Birthday, and don’t be a stranger.”
 
“I won’t and tell everyone I said hello.”
 
“I certainly will dear.”
 
Senator Neihum walked in the direction of the exit door.
 
Jo’Nay unclenched her hand and looked down at the check. Senator Neihum had written her a five-thousand dollar check. Jo’Nay sat back down. She held the check up for Ian and Pablo to see.
 
“Since this is my birthday, and I have been blessed to share the company of not one, but two fine looking gentlemen. I would be the one paying for our dinner.”
 
“The blessing was all ours, and if I have my way Miss. Abbington, trust me this is only the beginning.”
 
Jo’Nay smiled at Ian’s candid statement.
 
Another ballad began to play in the back.
 
“Miss Abbington, can you dance with me like you danced with my dad.”
 
Jo’Nay looked at Ian. Ian affirmed with a head nod.
 
“I would be honored.”
 
Jo’Nay held Pablo’s hand and interjected their presence within the other couples on the dance floor.
 
Jo’Nay grabbed Pablo’s hands and did the two-step.
 
Ian watched Jo’Nay and Pablo. He does not know how many times Pablo stepped on Jo’Nay’s toes, but she continued to hold him at an arm length and two-stepped with him.
 
Ian knew he misjudged Jo’Nay completely. He never took her to be a nanny, or the person who would honor a commitment while placing her presence in harm's way at the Youth Lighthouse Center for troubled youths. He silently commended her for that.
 
Ian now regretted the telephone call he made to the Headmistress about her.
 
The ballad ended.
 
Jo’Nay bowed for Pablo. They both made it back to the table.
 
“Son, you have some fancy feet there.”
 
“Yes, I agree Ian.”
 
Pablo yawned.
 
Jo’Nay looked down at her watch; the time was nearing ten-thirty.
 
“Gentlemen, I have an early class to teach tomorrow. I think I should call it a night. Ian, I would like to thank you and Pablo for making this a birthday worth remembering.”
 
“The pleasure was in the company.”
 
Jo’Nay blushed. “Why don’t you and Pablo take this cake home with you? I am trying to watch my figure.”
 
“The last time I held you in my arms, those hips felt just right to me.”
 
Jo’Nay smiled.
 
“Thank you.”
 
“Are you ready son?”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
Pablo yawned again.
 
The server approached the table. She placed a black receipt book and an empty cake box on the table.
 
Ian stood and lifted the black book that contained the two bills. He reached for his back pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and lifted a crisp one hundred dollar bill; he dropped it on the table. He returned his wallet to his back pants pocket.
 
A photographer walked up to Ian’s table.
 
“Excuse me sir, do you mind if we take a picture of you and your family to place on our wall. We need a family to symbolize the family unity at La’Donna of Sin.”
 
“It’s all right with me,” Ian said. “Is this request all right with you beautiful?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Sir, I need you to stand near your wife, and ma’am your son needs to stand in front of you.”
 
Ian placed the receipt book on the table and hugged Jo’Nay around her waist; he pulled her closer to his hipbone.
 
“Everyone say La’Donna of Sin.”
 
“La’ Donna of Sin,” each one repeated after the photographer.
 
The photographer snapped the picture. He looked at the instant picture that appeared on his digital camera’s small screen.
 
“Now this picture will bring in a lot of family business. You three have captured the image of the perfect family.”
 
He showed them their photo. Ian could not believe it.
 
The three actually looked good together.
 
Ian felt proud of the results, because the photograph captured all three of them smiling.
 
“Sir, since you, your wife, and your son were gracious enough to accommodate the wishes of our dining establishment. The meal will be on the house.”
 
Ian lifted the receipt book, and handed the photographer, Jo’Nay and his restaurant bill.
 
“My wife, my son and I appreciate it,” Ian said. He kissed Jo’Nay on the lips and ruffled Pablo’s hair.
 
“Your photograph will grace our wall with several other pictures promoting our grand opening, and once again thank you for your patronage, Mr.…”
 
“It’s Mr. Sanchez.”
 
“Mr. Sanchez, I have to say you have some sweet taste.” The photographer eyes did not miss a beat when roving over Jo’Nay’s body. His eyes rested on her breasts. “Yes, like I said you have excellent sweet taste.”
 
Ian looked at Jo’Nay and then at Pablo.
 
“Yes I agree with you.” Ian leaned over and slowly kissed Jo’Nay on her lips.
 
Ian’s lips lingered long enough for the photographer to get the point. The photographer turned and walked away.
 
Ian pulled back. Jo’Nay pulled Ian back before he got too far and gave him a quick kiss to his lips.
 
“Yes, I am a very lucky woman to have a husband like you.”
 
Jo’Nay smiled.
 
“Is my wife and son ready to leave now,” Ian jokingly said.
 
“Yes darling, my day has been fulfilled. Are you ready Sweet Pea?”
 
“Does this mean you are my mommy now?”
 
“Son it was all in fun.” Somehow, Ian already knew Pablo was not joking.
 
Jo’Nay lifted her platter of cake and placed it inside the box. She closed it and handed it to Ian. Jo’Nay opened her clutch purse, placed the check inside it, and closed her purse back.
 
Ian walked Jo’Nay and Pablo out the restaurant.
 
Waldo saw his employer exit the restaurant. He sat up and turned the key inside the ignition. He rode up to the curb, opened the door, and got out. He pushed the door close.
 
Waldo walked around the limousine. He opened the back door for the passengers.
 
“Take this son.” Ian handed the box to Pablo.
 
Pablo climbed in the limousine and placed the cake box near him.
 
“Pablo, I will be right with you, I need to walk Jo’Nay to her car.”
 
“Okay dad, I’m glad we saw you tonight, Miss. Abbington, and Happy Birthday.”
 
“Thank you, Sweet Pea and goodnight.”
 
“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.”
 
“I did not come in my car. I caught a taxicab here. You go on and get Pablo home. The taxicab driver advised me if I need a return trip. He will be glad to come and pick me up.”
 
Ian’s eyes traveled the length of Jo’Nay’s body. He saw her nipples protruding against her attire and begging for the attention of a man’s mouth.
 
I just bet he will come and pick you up Ian thought.
 
“Waldo, we will be dropping Miss. Abbington off first.”
 
“Ian, are you sure it’s no bother.”
 
“I think it’s important that a husband sees his beautiful wife gets home safe.” Ian winked at Jo’Nay.
 
Jo’Nay climbed in beside Pablo. Ian was the last to enter the limousine. Waldo closed the door.
 
Mr. Sanchez have slipped up and caught himself a young woman Waldo thought. The pretty woman who shared the limousine with him was sophisticated and expelled a raw sexual awareness to any male observer. The other prudish woman he has been dating did not stand a chance any longer.
 
Waldo advanced his presence to the driver side. He opened the door, slid behind the steering wheel, and pulled the door close. He snapped his seatbelt, and turned the key inside the ignition.
 
Waldo flipped on the limousine’s interior light. He raised his finger above himself and pressed in an embedded button to the interior overhead light and window divider.
 
The smoke-tinted window that separated driver and passenger automatically slid down.
 
“Where to Mr. Sanchez?”
 
Ian quoted Jo’Nay’s home address to his chauffeur.
 
Waldo pushed the button in. The divider rose.
 
The chauffeur pulled off. Jo’Nay’s presence was immediately sandwiched between Ian and Pablo. Pablo snuggled under Jo’Nay and then laid his head in her lap. He instantly fell asleep.
 
Ian placed his hand over the back of Jo’Nay’s shoulder, and self-consciously played with her curls.
 
Jo’Nay leaned against Ian; she dozed off against his shoulder.
 
Ian looked over at Pablo, and then down at the top of Jo’Nay’s head. He kissed her on the top of her forehead. This was the first time he felt complete. He smelled Jo’Nay’s hair. It smelled of lavender. She was his enemy, but someone he would not mind sharing his bed with this one.
 
Ian smiled down at Pablo and then at his beautiful imaginary wife. He had some serious thinking to do about his relationship with Lucy.
 
Ian’s chauffeur pulled the limousine into Jo’Nay’s driveway. Waldo stopped the limousine within a foot of Jo’Nay’s Lexus. He turned off the ignition.
 
Ian kissed Jo’Nay on her forehead, and then caressed her cheek.
 
Jo’Nay roused from her slumber.
 
“We’re here Sleeping Beauty.” Ian kissed Jo’Nay on her cheek.
 
Jo’Nay sat up.
 
She moved the box aside and laid Pablo over on the elongated black velvet seat. She made sure he was comfortable.
 
“Goodnight Sport,” Jo’Nay said in a hushed voice. She turned toward Ian.
 
“I did not mean to use your body for a cushion.”
 
“Not to worry, one day I hope to pay you back.”
 
“I will hold you to that.”
 
Waldo opened the door. Ian stepped out. He turned and held his hand out. Jo’Nay grasped Ian’s hand and stepped out. Waldo slowly closed the door back.
 
Ian held Jo’Nay’s hand and escorted her to her front door.
 
“If you will allow it, I would love to do this again. Alternately, the next time it would be without Pablo.”
 
Jo’Nay covered Ian’s mouth with her finger.
 
“With a great man come many great responsibilities. Yours just happens to be three feet and a pleasure to be around. Never take that for granted.”
 
Jo’Nay rose on her toes and kissed Ian. Ian pulled Jo’Nay into his embrace.
 
“I want you so bad Jo’Nay. I know I just met you, but I feel like I have known you all my life.”
 
Jo’Nay pulled Ian’s face down to hers and wiggled her tongue inside his mouth.
 
Ian lifted Jo’Nay’s feet from off the ground. He held her to his body and let his mouth do the convincing. Ian’s kisses became unorganized he kissed Jo’Nay everywhere.
 
Jo’Nay felt the firm aftermath of Ian’s passionate kisses against her pelvis.
 
“What are you doing to me,” Ian mumbled against Jo’Nay’s neck. He planted her feet back on the ground.
 
“Probably...” Jo’Nay had to catch her breath. “Probably the same thing you are doing to me.”
 
“I will call you later on just to make sure you have no regrets about tonight.” Ian kissed Jo’Nay on her lips he stepped back.
 
“Goodnight Jo’Nay.”
 
“Goodnight Ian.”
 
Jo’Nay opened her purse and took out her key ring. She inserted her house key inside the keyhole, twisted it, and opened the door. She removed the key and pushed the door slightly open. Ian waited until Jo’Nay finished her task.
 
Jo’Nay dropped her key ring back inside her purse and closed it. She turned to face Ian.
 
“Take care.” Ian slowly kissed Jo’Nay on her lips. He turned around and strolled back to the limousine.
 
A thought hit Jo’Nay.
 
“Ian.”
 
Ian stopped and turned around.
 
“Yes Jo’Nay?”
 
“Thank you for the roses they are very lovely.”
 
“Not lovelier than the person whom I sent them too.”
 
Jo’Nay smiled.
 
Ian turned around and walked down the driveway.
 
Jo’Nay thought he was the smoothest man she has ever met. Waldo opened the door for Ian. Ian got inside the limousine. Waldo closed the door back. He turned and tipped his hat at Jo’Nay. Jo’Nay stood in her glassed storm door.
 
Waldo opened his door, got in, and closed the door. He started the ignition.
 
The white stretch limousine backed out of her driveway and moved forward.
 
Jo’Nay closed her door and locked it. She walked inside her bedroom and removed her clothes; she walked inside her closet and placed the items inside her hamper.
 
Jo’Nay walked inside her bathroom and ran her some bath water; she lifted a crystal canter, removed the cap, and poured a great amount of salt beads into the bathtub. She recapped the canter and placed it back on her bathroom vanity counter-top. Jo’Nay removed a ribbon from off the doorknob, placed it under her hair, and tied it.
 
She turned off the water faucet knobs, and then lit four candles that surrounded her bathtub. She closed the bathroom door and stepped into the bathtub.
 
Roman pulled his vehicle into Jo’Nay’s driveway. He did not see a light on. This was his third trip to her home to check on her return. He turned off the ignition, withdrew the key, and then placed his car keys inside his back pants pocket. He unsnapped his seatbelt. Roman gathered a vase that contained two dozen of long-stem roses and a small-boxed cake from off the passenger seat. He got out the car and pushed the door close. Roman wished Jo’Nay had returned sooner. He did not know how he could explain the reason for taking her car keys.
 
Roman balanced the items in his hands and removed Jo’Nay’s house key from out his other back pants pocket. He inserted it inside the keyhole and twisted it. Despite all the items in his hands, he managed to turn the doorknob. Roman pushed the door open, and then withdrew the key. He entered her residence and pushed the door close He locked it back. He knew if Jo’Nay was home, he was not planning to leave anytime soon.
 
Roman walked back to Jo’Nay’s bedroom. He heard the shower running. He placed the vase of roses on her dresser and removed the cake from out the box. He placed it on the dresser. He looked inside his suit jacket side pocket and removed a book of matches and a single candle; he inserted the candle inside the cake and lit it. He blew out the match and laid the match and book of matches on the dresser.
 
Roman knew he made a mistake for taking Jo’Nay’s car keys. He walked over to the dresser and lifted her purse. He opened it and dropped Jo’Nay’s car keys inside. He looked down inside her purse. A check wrote out to her caught his eyes. Roman took the check out. He placed her purse back down on the dresser.
 
“Senator Neihum,” Roman uttered through compressed teeth.
 
His Jo’Nay was seeing a senator, and according to the sizeable check he gave her, the man apparently had money to burn.
 
Roman sat down on Jo’Nay’s bed. He wondered did she give her virginity away to him tonight.
 
The thought fueled his rage. Roman stood, ran to the dresser, and blew out the candle on Jo’Nay’s cake. He strolled to the bathroom and opened the door. Jo’Nay was in the shower singing. Roman opened the shower door.
 
Jo’Nay was shampooing her hair.
 
“Jo’Nay, what the hell is this!”
 
Jo’Nay jumped. The bottle of shampoo dropped out of her hand. She ducked her head under the shower nozzle.
 
“I need to speak to you, now!”
 
Jo’Nay heard the anger in Roman’s voice. She knew in the past to remain docile. She stepped from under the shower nozzle.
 
“Roman, what are you doing here?”
 
Jo’Nay turned off the shower knob. She wiped her face down with her hand. Roman threw a towel at Jo’Nay.
 
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
 
Jo’Nay wrapped the towel around herself. She stepped out the bathtub and walked back into her bedroom.
 
“Roman I asked you, what are you doing here? I told you earlier this relationship is over, and I do not appreciate you taking possession of my car keys. You had no right. I want you to leave, now.”
 
Jo’Nay walked over to her bedroom door. Roman grabbed Jo’Nay around her upper arm.
 
“Do you want to explain why a senator gave my lady a fucking check?” Roman held the check up. “You and he slept together tonight, and I can only assume this is how much he thinks you’re worth?”
 
“Roman, the check was a present to me.”
 
“Don’t lie to me dammit! No man gives a woman a check in this amount as a present without asking for anything in return. You slept with this guy haven’t you.”
 
“I have...”
 
Roman threw the check down on the bed. He dropped down to his knees and snatched the towel from off Jo’Nay’s body. He threw the towel across the bedroom. He sniffed the essence of her womanhood for any physical signs of betrayal. Roman divided the soft folds surrounding Jo’Nay’s clitoris.
 
“Roman stop it, you’re overreacting.” Jo’Nay tried to step back.
 
Roman grabbed Jo’Nay’s thighs and pushed her back on the bed.
 
“Roman no, I don’t want you to do this any longer; this relationship is over, please leave.” Jo’Nay started to panic. Roman held Jo’Nay’s arms pinned against the bed. Times as this, Jo’Nay did not know the raging person who possessed Roman’s soul.
 
“I want you Jo’Nay and I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.”
 
“Roman, please let me up.”
 
Roman laid his body over Jo’Nay’s body. He bit the side of her breast, and then painfully suckled it.
 
“Roman please stop, you’re hurting me.”
 
Roman kissed Jo’Nay’s neck. He painfully bit her, and then kissed the reddish bruise.
 
Jo’Nay legs went thrashing.
 
“Get up Roman!” Jo’Nay cried out through a haze of tears.
 
“I love you Jo’Nay and I can’t live without you.”
 
Roman unzipped his pants.
 
“Not like this Roman. I thought you assured me you will wait until I’m ready. Please don’t take my virginity, not like this.”
 
Roman stopped.
 
“So I take it, the senator have not progressed this far with you?”
 
“No.”
 
Roman rolled off Jo’Nay and sat up.
 
Jo’Nay sat up. She rubbed her wrists and then cupped her sore breasts.
 
Roman placed his face in the palms of his hands. He wiped his goatee down. Jo’Nay silently sat alongside Roman with her legs drawn to her chest. She moved aside the wet strands plastered to the sides of her face. She could not believe what just transpired between them.
 
“I’m sorry Jo’Nay.” Roman kept his vision focused straight ahead. “I went too far this time.”
 
Roman turned his head sideways and looked at Jo’Nay. He reached out for her leg.
 
Jo’Nay moved her knee away.
 
“Don’t touch me Roman; I do not know who you are anymore.” Jo’Nay wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on top of them.
 
“Jo’Nay, help me to find a way back to your heart. I know it’s not too late for us.” Roman sighed and massaged his neck in frustration. “Jo’Nay, we have had some good times together. Do not let this relationship end on a note like this. Jo’Nay, I know I need to control my jealously.”
 
“It still does not excuse your behavior?”
 
“Baby, we are just going through a moment of uncertainty.”
 
Roman closed his eyes and sighed, he reopened them.
 
“Jo’Nay, I want my family to extend from you, I just need you to help me make that happen. Please give us the opportunity to grow. If you want, I will seek some counseling; just don’t leave me, please.”
 
Jo’Nay lifted her head; she pivoted to look at Roman.
 
“Roman, as of tonight, this relationship is over. Get out of my home, and leave the key on the table.”
 
Jo’Nay jumped off the bed, ran into the bathroom, and closed the door. She locked it.
 
Roman continued to sit on Jo’Nay’s bed and canvass her bedroom. He looked at the Van Gogh painting he bought for her, and then helped her to hang it one year ago. Roman stood up and paced Jo’Nay’s bedroom. He looked down at the check. “She is leaving me for a fucking senator,” Roman muttered to himself. He lifted the check and tore it into tiny little pieces; he decorated her bed with it.
 
Roman lifted the cake and threw it against the wall. He picked up a Tiffany crystal vase and threw it into the fireplace. The glass scattered everywhere. He lifted the vase of roses he bought her and threw it against the dresser mirror. The antique oval mirror split into half.
 
Roman unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood, and urinated on Jo’Nay’s Egyptian white bed covering. He aimed his void onto the pieces of torn paper on her bed. He tucked his manhood back inside his briefs and zipped his pants back up. Roman walked over to Jo’Nay’s jewelry armoire and flipped it over. Her entire collection of expensive jewelry pieces layered the carpet. Roman dropped down on his bent knees and recovered the five diamond necklaces and five pairs of rare gemstone earrings he gave her. He placed everything in his suit jacket side pocket.
 
Roman stood and stumped the other pieces of expensive jewelry he did not buy her. He walked into the living room and lifted both vases of roses from off her cocktail table. Roman smashed one vase of roses down on Jo’Nay’s glass cocktail table, and pitched the other vase of roses against the wall. Glass landed everywhere. The damage to the nearby entertainment stand was unsalvageable.
 
Boots barked at Roman and showed him her canines.
 
Roman grabbed Boots by her neck, picked her up, and hurled her body against the wall. Boots’ body thumped against the wall, before falling on the carpet. Boots laid there and whimpered. She tried to get up, but was unsuccessful. Her legs were not strong enough to support her limp.
 
Roman walked to the door, opened it, and then pulled it close with a bang. He walked to his car, unlocked his door, and got in. He pulled the door close. Roman snapped his seatbelt, stuck his key inside the ignition, and turned it; he placed his car in drive. Roman plowed the front end of his car into the back end of Jo’Nay’s Lexus. He backed up and rammed into it again. He placed his vehicle in reverse, and then drive. He pulled out her driveway.
 
“Now fix that you ungrateful bitch,” Roman mumbled to himself.
 
Jo’Nay did not know if it was safe to exit her bathroom. She placed her ear against the bathroom door. She did not hear Roman crashing anything else against the wall.
 
Jo’Nay slowly opened the bathroom door and peeped out. She did not see Roman in her bedroom or hear him thrashing anything in her living room, dining room, kitchen, or study. Jo’Nay opened the bathroom door and walked out. She covered her mouth with her hand.
 
Jo’Nay looked around her bedroom. Her top bedcovers had a yellow stain on it. She did not need to take a second guess as to what the yellowish stain was.
 
She walked back into her bathroom. She grabbed her silk robe from off a hook on the back of the bathroom door, put it on, and tied the belt. Jo’Nay grabbed the trash bin, and returned to her bedroom. She placed both feet in a pair of black house shoes.
 
Jo’Nay bent down and lifted her jewelry armoire to a standing position. She scooped up the crushed jewelry pieces, and placed them inside the trash bin. She lifted the broken fragments of glass from off the carpet.
 
Jo’Nay rolled her bedcovers back. She was hurt he tore up the check. She was planning to use the money for more art supplies for the Youth Lighthouse Center. She placed the bedcover and soiled sheets on the floor. Jo’Nay lifted the large glass fragments and deposited them inside the trash bin. She scraped the chunks of cake from off the wall. Some of the contents had ruined the paper boarders around her wall. Jo’Nay positioned the trash bin near her. She sat down and looked around. The mess Roman left behind in one of his raging fits did not compare to her rediscovered freedom.
 
Jo’Nay stood and walked inside her living room. She saw the damages to her cocktail table and entertainment stand. The television inside her entertainment stand was no longer serviceable.
 
The fiberglass guarding her fireplace was cracked.
 
Her dog barked.
 
“Boots.”
 
Jo’Nay ran to Boots and picked her up. Boots barked as Jo’Nay heaved her body into her arms. Jo’Nay sat on her couch. She manipulated Boots’ body parts for any internal damages. She placed Boots down. Boots scampered away with a slight limp.
 
“You monster,” Jo’Nay said to herself.
 
She knew she would have to make a visit to the veterinary to make sure Roman did not break her dog’s leg.
 
Jo’Nay walked to the table near the front door. She lifted the telephone receiver, dialed out, and placed it up to her ear.
 

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