Home Sweet Home

Two weeks later Quisha was at Chad’s mansion. In the beginning staying there felt weird. She would have been ok if she didn’t have his nosy neighbors mistaking her for the help, or worse. While Chad worked she stayed home. She was often bored and called Bridget every chance she had.

“How does it feel being a stay-at-home-wife? Bridget asked.

“I don’t know. It’s not like it’s real. After his mother…” Quisha stopped.

“You got the break of a life time. If I were you, I would live it up,” Bridget said.

“I have been. I’m certainly taking advantage of having real money. Chad gives me whatever I want whenever I want,”

“Hmm, must be nice,” Bridget said.

“Not as nice as you think. His brother cornered me at the Christmas party and called me out, saying I didn’t belong in their funky ole family,” Quisha said.

“This relationship has lasted longer than some of your real relationships,” Bridget said absently.

“I know, weird huh?” Quisha shook her head. “I guess stranger things have happened.”

“Yeah, I guess. So, what are you going to do with your penthouse?” Bridget asked.

“What? I still live there,” Quisha said.

“Oh,” Bridget said. I was hoping since you stay at the mansion a lot, I could um, throw a hell of a party.”

“I don’t think so,” Quisha said.

“After what I did for you—invited you into my home, gave you a place to stay. And you can’t do this favor for me?”

Quisha rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Ok, I won’t be at my penthouse next weekend, so if you want to plan something do it then. I better come back to how I left it too,” Quisha warned.

“Don’t worry,” Bridget said.

* * *

“Did you get a chance to talk to your brother yet?” Quisha asked Chad. She was still upset about the Christmas party.

“Oh yes. I’m glad you brought it up,” Chad said. “He’s coming over later with his wife and he is personally going to apologize for what he did. I swear I was going to kick his ass that night.”

“I wish you would have,” Quisha said.

Chad laughed. “It wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve had to hand his ass to him. They’ll be here at eight,” Chad said and prepared to go to the office. “I’ll be back by five.”

“Ok,” She said and got on the phone with Bridget when he left.

“What should I make them?” Quisha asked Bridget.

“What?” Bridget asked. She was half listening.

“Chad’s brother and his wife are coming over tonight. He has to apologize to me for being an ass at the party.”

“Oh. Well, you know them better than me. You’re the one in their world. Make some tasteless White people food,” Bridget said. “They don’t know how to season their food.”

Quisha laughed. “No, they don’t, but the food at the party was pretty good.”

“Who made it?” Bridget asked.

“It was catered,” Quisha responded.

“Oh, that’s probably why it was decent,” Bridget said, laughing.

“Well, I don’t have all day to plan so I better get off this phone,” Quisha told her.

* * *

That night

When Chad got home the dinner table was set with a pretty center piece and candles.

“I’ve been in this house for five years and that table has never looked like that,” he said. He rarely entertained, choosing to leave the empty mansion when he wanted to have fun. By eight Bryan and his wife were at the house. He came in looking sheepish.

With eyes on them both Bryan stood face-to-face with Quisha and said,

“I’m sorry for my actions at the Christmas party. I was out of line. I apologize.”

“Ok,” she said, even though it was still unsettling for her.

They ate in uncomfortable silence until an interesting topic came up and everyone had something to chime in on.

When Bryan and Stacy left nothing was really solved. Quisha knew he was still going to be an ass. She got up from the table to do the dishes. Chad got up to help her clean up the kitchen.

“This can wait till morning,” he said and grabbed her around her waist.

“You’re taking advantage of this whole husband thing aren’t you?” she teased.

“Yes, I was wrong. I enjoy being married to you,” he said. He looked at her with a serious expression.

“I love you,”

Before she could answer, his lips covered hers and she was in his arms and he was heading for the stairs.

He laid her gently on the bed and pulled off his shirt and climbed on top of her. The kiss that they shared did not lose its momentum. He savored the silky smoothness of her skin as his hands explored every inch of her.

When his middle finger slid into her delicate folds she arched her back and cried out as he worked her body into what was going to be an explosive climax for both of them.