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Monday, April 23, 2007

Sex Weed - Part 6.2

As April has come to an end for my stay here at the blog, I'll be moving the rest of the story over to mine at http://sylviahubbard.blogspot.com.

Thank you so much for coming to visit me here and I really enjoyed myself.


She didn’t know how much time had passed because she wasn’t sure when she came into the bathroom, but the funny ringing outside of the door alerted her that he was no longer in the bedroom. While in the bathroom, she had showered completely in the hottest water that made her skin scream in agony but she wanted to clean his touch and try to forget how damn pleasurable it had been.

Rubbing the skin raw between her legs, she knew she had not done enough until she could fully douche and there was still a chance of pregnancy.

Him being gone when she opened the door was a good thing because she didn’t know if she could face him now without trying to scratch his eyes out. Briefly she looked at the messed up bed before finding the strange ringing on the table where the Blackberry was vibrating.

The screen read, “Dyson’s Alternate.”

He really had gone completely!


His tone was monotonous as if he were bored to death. “I’ve made arrangements for you to return in the limousine. You’ll need to leave in the next five minutes to get back to the office to get your car and pick up your son.”

“Should I thank you for not stranding me, Mr. Peare?”

There was a brief silence before he said, “You aren’t going to be a sore loser, are you, Melissa?”

“Are you going to fuck me over the phone?” she asked sarcastically. “Are we discussing something personal?”

There was another brief silence and she knew he was resolving that she was not in a good mood and there was nothing he could say or do to change it.

“You don’t have to thank me, Melissa. All you have to do is be at the house tonight.”

Growling, she said, “I don’t want to live with you.”

“If you refuse my generosity I’ll use all my resources to find you and then I’ll have
Daniel put in the system until you get on your feet.”

Cruel ass bastard!

She didn’t say anything in response to his threat or his offer.

After a couple of minutes, he said, “We have dinner at seven and I’ll see you by then.”

This wasn’t a question or request because he promptly hung up the phone.

If the phone weren’t so expensive she would have thrown it across the room.

He was infuriating! Arrogant! Selfish! Bastard!

Yet, he was right about her needing to hurry and getting out of there. She grabbed her things and rushed down to the limousine.

The driver must have been already instructed to take her to her car as fast as possible. They arrived at the offices in record time and she made it to the school right as the last child before her own jumped into a car.

Daniel looked relieved and even hugged his mother after he was situated in the car.

“You’ve never been this late, Momma,” he said. It wasn’t a complaint but she could feel the worry.

“I’d never forget my baby,” she said. “I’ll always come pick you up.”

After a few minutes of driving, he asked, “When are we going to get a house, Momma?”

“Hopefully in a couple of months. I’m working hard as possible to save baby.”

“I know,” he said confidently. “I just forgot.”

“Are you tired of the shelters?” She asked pulling into the parking lot of the drug store.

“Yeah,” he said with a look of reluctance to admit it. “And it’s not right that we live in
the van either.”

“Who said this to you?”

He shook his head. “Nobody. Today in school, we watched Curly Sue cause it was free day and …” A frustrated look marred his young innocent face. “And I don’t want that to be us.”

She wasn’t familiar with the movie, but she could tell by the way her son looked that it
had a devastating effect on him. “I know this is difficult for you, Daniel,” she said with sympathy.
“But we’re going to get through this.”

He reached over from his seat and smiled at her. “I know Momma. As long as I’m with you I know everything will be okay.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she came to the horrible realization. As much as she hated to admit it, Dyson was right and even if he didn’t call the police on her, someone else would and eventually they would take Daniel away from her. Wiping the tears off her face, she said, “Danny, Mr. Peare knows about our situation and he… offered to open his house to us.” She
almost said ordered instead of offered.

Daniel’s cinnamon brown eyes grew wide in excitement. “That’s nice! Me and Royce can play all the time.”

“So you wouldn’t mind?”

“No, Momma. I wouldn’t.”

“But it’s only temporary,” she promised.

Daniel only nodded, but she had a feeling he was already imagining all the time he could spend with Royce.

After coming out the drugstore, they drove to Dyson’s home. His car wasn’t in the driveway, but his staff let her in and was very helpful in getting them situated. Their boss had left detailed instructions of where everything and everyone was to be placed. Royce’s room had already been situated to accept another boy in there, including an extra dresser and the top of his bunk which was usually used for storage now had a twin size bed for Daniel because they would share rooms.

She learned Roberts was the head of the house staff, which only consisted of Anne, the cook, and Houston, who handled all maintenance and anything that had to do with outside. Roberts was the only one that lived in the home, while Anna and Houston would come at various times to make sure things were done around the house that Dyson needed. Anna also served a as tutor and sometimes babysitter as well. They were all older people and Houston was the only white person.

“Mr. Peare took Royce to see his mother for a few hours, but they’ll return. She usually can’t be around her son for more than a couple of hours,” Anna said in disgust toward Cheron. “Royce is so excited about Daniel coming so he doesn’t mind the short visit this time.”

“That’s terrible to say about Dyson’s ex-wife, Anna.”

“It’s true. I’ve been around since Royce was conceived and that woman had an aversion to children since Dyson brought that woman home. I have never trusted her and I can tell you that I doubted her faithfulness throughout the entire marriage, but Roberts has told me to keep my opinion away from Mr. Peare and especially Royce.”

“But Royce is her son. She shouldn’t mind him.”

“Sometimes blood isn’t always thicker than water, Ms. Melissa.”
They left Daniel in Royce’s room to unpack his clothes. Anna led her to a bedroom that was like a king’s chamber, complete with a king size bed by a beautiful balcony and a private bathroom.
“I don’t think this is my room,” Melissa said doubtfully.

“Mr. Pear said to put you in the second Master suite.”

“Second? You mean there’s a room bigger than this?”

“Of course,” Anna said obviously. “Mr. Peare’s room takes up half of the second and most of the
third levels of the house. This house was built when he married Ms. Cheron and they wanted separate suites. I think they were trying to out due one another, and as usual, Mr. Peare won.”

“I take it he doesn’t like to lose.”

“He is not fond of losing.” Anna giggled.

Going to the door, Melissa noted there were even locks on the door and she relaxed. “Are these for me?”

“No, Ms. Cheron put that on her door once she moved in because Dyson’s tendencies to…” Anna blushed.


“Well, I use to listen to conversations she would have with girlfriends and it’s known that when Dyson is attracted to a female, he is insatiable. Some people think he killed his first wife by … well, you know, doing it to her to death.”

Melissa gasped. “He was married before?”

“He married at seventeen for two years, but according to the death record, she had a weak heart and had been having conditions prior to her death, but she did not make him aware of her condition.”

That was a shocker and she was truly speechless.

“Would you like me to get Roberts to draw you a bath?” Anna asked.

“I prefer showers,” she said. “Will Daniel be okay?”

“That boy could careless about anything. Mr. Peare should be returning before dinner.” Anna handed her a key. “That is to this door. Only Roberts has a copy.”

Melissa wanted to get as much time alone as possible in a nice hot shower.

Once Anna was gone, Melissa couldn’t get to the shower fast enough to feel the hot water on her skin. She scrubbed over four times and then just enjoyed the water on her skin. She washed her hair three times and afterwards, she made two corn rolls that reached her shoulders. Looking like an Indian girl, she stepped out the bathroom and found some jeans and t-shirt and then
noticed it was almost seven.

Had she taken a two-hour shower?

Throwing lotion on her skin and putting on some socks and shoes, she left out her bedroom, got lost and finally made it to the dining room where everyone was seated.

Dyson was there talking on the phone and he shot her a bothered look, pointing to the watch. He was dressed in jeans and a nice shirt which accentuated his brawniness and she wanted to really stare since she had never seen him dressed so informally.

Daniel and Royce were sniggering quietly across the table from each other at some secret joke. Roberts looked a bit annoyed as well just like Dyson for having to wait as he led her to the other end of the table.

She didn’t take the seat he offered. “I’d much rather sit by my son,” she said. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to sit at the end of the table.” So I can watch him eat and he can watch me.

There were no other chairs around the table and Roberts only looked at her as if she weren’t speaking English. She looked over at Dyson who was still on the phone and he wasn’t paying attention to them.

“Can’t I move my chair to the side?” she asked.

Roberts just continued to stare at her like an idiot. She decided she’d make sure she got to the table early and sat down on the side where her son was sitting or move her chair to the side.

He slammed the phone down making everyone jump and then looked up at her. “Nice of you to finally join us.”

“The time got away with you.”

“Along with twenty gallons of water,” he smirked.

“If it’s a problem-“

He cut her off. “None, at all. Say grace Royce.”

His son said grace, but she wasn’t praying over the food she was going to eat, she was praying that she could stop looking at Dyson as if she were hungry for him.

Sex Weed Part 6.2 (c) 2007 Sylvia Hubbard



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