A New Toy (17 page)

“I know, but I gave her the afternoon off so she could prepare for the Mayor's Ball. I'll be handling this. You are going, Ms. Waters are you not?”

“Yes.”

“Great then let's get this over with so you can get home to get ready.” He winked and smiled.

Walt and the other Public Defenders all looked at me as to say, “What the fuck?”

“Okay, I'm ready when you are.” I acknowledged somehow managing to maintain my cool although I was as mad as a bitch slapped with an active bee hive.

It was painfully clear that this was Tyson's vindictive ass way of forcing me to talk to him. I refused to take a single call from him after he left me stranded in Dumbfuck, West Virginia. I guess he felt guilty or really wanted some pussy because he's been blowing up my cell like crazy.

Yes, he's the same friends with benefits Tyson that left me hanging in the cold on Christmas Eve. And yes, I'm a Public Defender sleeping with the DA, no less. Please stop judging me. In my defense Tyson is one of the finest white men that ever wore a suit and a tie. Around six feet two inches tall, tanned, toned and extremely handsome, there was no way I was turning down his request to ride my donkey. Lip smacking delicious in any flavor Tyson was rich, sexy, successful, ambitious and a registered master of Pussyology as I soon discovered.

Still our relationship was a very dirty little secret that we both agreed should be kept completely private for so many obvious reasons. A product of old molded money Tyson was not convinced that his parents would be happy to hear about our chocolate and vanilla swirl affair. This was ample reason for me to be content with our friends with extremely fulfilling benefits relationship. Little did I know that we would one day find ourselves here; me wanting to leave and his crystal blue eyes and his perfect mouth begging me to stay.

“So what are you looking for Zatoya?”

“What are you offering?”

“Depends on what you want. We have to at least communicate. So what do you want? Make me an offer I can’t refuse. The ball’s in your court. I’m going to give you one chance to take complete advantage of me.”

“Damn, I must look as fine as hell today!” I thought as I watched the District Attorney shamelessly molest me with his eyes in the middle of a plea negotiation meeting. I discreetly smiled as I acknowledged that I knew exactly what it would take to seal this deal. Tyson inconspicuously raised an eyebrow to confirm to me that he wanted to tussle and that he would do anything to get it started tonight.

“I'm confused.” Walt interrupted. “I thought there was a specific offer which your office wanted to table to settle this matter.”

Realizing that Tyson just wanted to talk to me alone and couldn't give a flying monkey’s fuck what the outcome of the case was I was completely stunned. Could it be that he was offering me more than he assured me that he was capable of giving?

“Look, this is a simple offer and a fairly simple case.” Tyson stated as he casually threw my clients file that he pretended to be reviewing in the center of the table. “Walt, you don’t really need to trouble yourself with this. I’m sure you have other more pressing matters at hand. So, do you think that I can talk to Ms. Waters alone?”

Confused, Walt looked at me for confirmation.

“You don't have to be here for this. I can settle this.”

“Are you sure Zatoya?”

“Yes, I'm positive. I'll call you if I need you.”

“Alright, let's let them tussle.” Walt chuckled as he left the room with the other two Public Defenders.

Tyson's eyes never once left me. Even as he shook hands with the three departing attorneys. Oddly, I could tell that he missed me and that seemed to be confusing the hell out of him.

“Is this room wired?” he asked as he moved closer to me.

“No.” I said as I watched him do a quick visual scan for microphones and cameras.

“It's clean.”

“Good, because we need to talk.”

“About what?” I calmly asked as I suddenly realized that I was in big trouble.

“Toy, were the fuck have you been? I've been calling you and stopping by your house for days now. Why couldn't you just pick up the phone and let me know that you were okay. Hell, at least tell me to fuck off if that's how you feel.”

“Okay, fuck off!” I nonchalantly replied as I reclaimed my seat on the other side of the table.

“Alright, I asked for that. Look I get that you're mad about Christmas Eve, but I was in Richmond at my parents' house. There was no way I could pick you up in West Virginia in that weather. I tried to call you back when I got your message later that night, but my calls kept going to your voicemail. Toy I'm sorry. Just tell me what I can do to fix it and I'll do it. I miss you. You look fucking incredible. I just wanted to throw your ass on this conference table and eat your pussy in front of everybody I didn’t give a fuck who saw me do it. God how I’ve missed you… Toy you know how I feel about you. Don’t you?”

Sensing his vulnerability and knowing that there was only one reason I was even in DC I quickly considered my options. As good as this man’s dick was there was no way I was fucking up what I had with Logic to continue my down and dirty creep with him. Tyson had made it absolutely clear to me that what we shared in private was going to be about as good as it would ever get. Marriage, a nice suburban home and children were just not on the menu. Still I chose to continue our secret love affair simply because the sex was phenomenal and he treated me so damn good.

I know that I said that I was an independent woman doing almost everything on her own, but I didn’t say that I was a complete damn fool. The Lexus I crashed, Tyson bought it. It was a birthday gift. My DC condo, Tyson rented, furnished and maintained it. Hell, he even paid for my grocery. All of the money that I earned was mine to spend as I wished. He gave me everything that I needed, except what I always wanted, an option to be his wife. I knew that he loved me, but he’d never once indicated that he was willing to give up his trust fund to have me, well at least until today. Unfortunately it’s too damn late for all of that bullshit.

I was there for one reason and one reason only, to get a good deal for my client. So I decided to play it cool. “Look, I'm not mad. It hurt me, a lot to know that I couldn't depend on you if I got in trouble, but I'm over it. I've just been going through some things, but we're good.”

“Toy you know you can count on me for anything that you need. I've never let you down before. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Okay?”

“It’s okay.”

“So we're still friends?”

“Of course.” I smiled.

“Good cause I've missed you like no woman I've ever known. My dick got hard the second I walked in the room and smelled your essence. I fucking need you Toy. Let me stop by your apartment tonight and show you how much.”

“I'm not going to be home for a long time unless I get a deal on this table that I can in all good conscious say is remotely in the best interest of my client.”

“Just tell me what you want and I'll make it happen.”

“Time served and one year probation.” I offered as a resolution.

“Time served and five years probation.” He countered as he mentally undressed and molested me with those haunting blue eyes.

“Time served and two years probation.” I offered as I leaned over the table to pour myself a glass of ice water from the pitcher on the table. Okay yeah and to give him a peek at my round ass and perky tits, so he could see exactly what he had been missing.

“Done.” Draw the papers up and I'll sign them.

“I have them right here.” I said as I pushed the papers that I had prepared and a pen over to him for his signature and review. “I'll have the clerk file them today.

“I have something for you.” Tyson smiled as he glanced over the papers before signing.

“I bet you have.” I smiled. “I saw it when you came in.”

Tyson laughed. “Yeah, I guess you did. Of course I have that and something else. I still have your Christmas gift.”

“Really, is it a ring?” I asked as I made sure the diamond setting of my promise ring was still turned to the inside of my hand.

Tyson laughed. “I think you’ll agree that we have a few hurdles to clear before we get around to that. But, I think you'll like it. In fact, I'm sure you'll love it. I promise. So I'll stop by your place tonight after the ball.”

“Sure, bring them both by tonight.” I agreed knowing damn well that I wasn't going to be there.

A broad sexy grin crossed Tyson's handsome face as I sealed the deal with a professional handshake and a sweet goodbye kiss on his lips. Little did he realize that it was a goodbye forever kiss.

“Toy next year I want you to apply for a position in the DA's office. Okay?”

“We'll see.” I smiled. As if I would even consider that bullshit. I sucked his dick because I wanted to. I was not about to start sucking it because I had to. Fuck that!

After Tyson left I gave the signed papers to my boss and instructed him to file them immediately. Then I went in my office to type up my resignation letter. Even if I wanted to stay I realized that abruptly ending my relationship with Tyson would effectively destroy or completely end my career as an attorney in DC. Tyson was a politically connected and very powerful man. He was indeed a strong ally to have in your corner, but I knew he could be a deadly, vindictive viper if he ever turned against you. I decided to quit while I was ahead and take Logic up on his offer to move to Vegas. Besides, I couldn't fathom sleeping without him either.

I left my resignation, which was effective immediately, on Walt's desk along with a note apologizing for the extremely short notice and skipping the Mayor's Ball.

Elated, I rushed back to the apartment to tell Logic the good news only to find him getting ready for the Ball.

“I'm almost dressed.” He announced as he finished shaving. “You can have the bathroom in five minutes.

“Don't rush, because we're not going.”

“Why what happened?” he asked concerned.

“I resigned today. I settled my case. I typed up my letter of resignation, effective immediately and I announced, ‘Peace out Bitches!' I ecstatically screamed.

“Are you serious?” He asked stunned.

“Oh I am very serious and extremely unemployed.” I nodded in affirmation as I stripped off all of my clothes and headed, naked, to the bed.

“Okay so what are you doing? Why are you getting in the bed?” Logic asked confused.

“We don't have anywhere to go and nothing to do, but each other. So finish shaving and come to bed so we can finish what you started earlier.”

“Yeah about that...”

“Logic, don't even start no bullshit...”

“I kind of promised my friend's that we'd stop over before we left for Vegas. They're having a New Years Eve gathering, so I figured tonight would be a good time to get it over with.

“So I'm assuming your Queen will be there.”

“Her name is Mye Queen and she's no longer my queen. In fact her name is Mye Love. And before you ask she’s not my love either, you are. Now, to answer your question, yes Queen and her husband will be there. Just so you know, it's probably not wise to start any shit after just quitting your job, so put crazy back in the box until after the New Year like we agreed.” He teased.

“Is this going to be awkward?”

“Yeah, probably. It's going to be awkward for me, if anybody. My friends will love you, especially Queen. Just wait you'll see.”

Queen could be married and pregnant with twins and I was certain that she wasn't going to like me and you know why. I’m pretty, I’m smart, I’m successful and I’m fucking the hell out of her ex, daily. Really, I don’t give a flea fuck if she doesn’t like me. “Who the fuck remains in love with someone from the time they're twelve years old; and then decides to marry someone else? What kind of shit is that?” I asked myself as I turned my promise ring back to the front of my hand.

“Are you okay?” Logic asked as he noticed me playing with my ring.

“So what do we say about the ring?” I asked realizing how silly I'd sound if I said it was a promise ring.

“What do you want to say?”

“I don't want to say anything, but there's not a woman on the planet that's not going to notice this ring. Your friends are bound to ask, especially Queen.”

Logic climbed beneath the covers with me dressed only in boxer briefs. “Are you moving with me to Vegas?”

“Yes. I want to.”

“It's a yes or no question. That's all I need to hear, yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“Then tell them that I gave it to you for Christmas and let them think whatever the fuck they want to think. I'm a grown ass man and you're a grown ass woman. And quite frankly, friends or not, what I give my girl is none of their damn business. Okay?”

“Queen's going to be jealous and upset.” I warned.

“Queen's married and pregnant. I don't give a damn how she feels.” Logic declared.

“Logic please tell me that you're not doing all of this to get back at her for hurting you.”

“I'm doing this because you are the only thing that I've found since she left me that makes the pain go away. I'm not doing anything to get back at Queen. I'm trying to do everything that I can to get over her. Queen’s simply my friend now. There’s nothing else going on between us. I don’t want to get back at her for leaving me and she doesn’t want to get back at me. She’s pregnant by a man that she loves and a man that loves her. We’re both okay with how things turned out. She’s happy and I’m happy for her. Now, I’m just trying to find a piece of happiness of my own. Okay? Does that make sense?”