I couldn't stop thinking about my pain. "Where is he keeping those divorce papers? If a divorce is what he wants, I will give it to him!"
The more and more I thought and imagined Copeland and Lizzy laughing about how he humiliated me tonight in front of everyone by causing a scene and then spilling champagne all over my beautiful gown. It infuriated me to no end!
"Where are those stupid papers?!" I shouted.
I want to get this over with now! I broke down crying. All I wanted was to devote tonight to openly weeping-deep, heart-wrenching sobs that begin to unleash on their own.
"Tomorrow, I'm heading home to my job and life in Paris. I don't have to stay here and be humiliated this way!"
Unexpected Visit _ Copeland (POV)
I pulled into the driveway, parking the car at the side door entrance leading directly to the kitchen. I came into the house, which was dark, calling out. "Tameka! Are you here?"
There was no answer to my call. "I guess Tameka went to Lynette's house. I can't believe she's so angry and wants a divorce over me spilling a little champagne." I dropped my keys on the counter and walked out of the kitchen. I suddenly stop as I see the light shining under the bedroom door.I think to myself. 'Who in the world could be here? I paused, and I had to think for a minute. And for some reason, I let out a sigh of relief. 'Oh, she didn't leave and go nowhere else. Good, she's here. I need to talk to her anyway about tonight and Joel's intentions. I can't believe she allowed him to get that close to her in front of everybody. What was she thinking?' I go into the bedroom to remove my shoes and dress clothes. Two minutes later, I saw someone, my eyes bulged, and my other anatomy quickly followed. We both stood there in shock staring at one another. Then I hear Tameka scream. Her piercing sound that escaped her lips almost busts my eardrums, startling me. I stumble back, and when I look again, I see her beautiful shapely nude body step back out of the room and take off, running back into the bathroom. My eyes couldn't help but be fixed on the image I just saw. I couldn't believe it was the woman I was married to, and it was my first time seeing her that way!Strange as it may seem for me as a man to say. During the few months we lived together, we never consummated the marriage. I was so angry with her for following my parents' orders regarding this marriage. I had no thought of physically ever getting with my wife. I figured she had to want me, and I refused to give her that satisfaction three years ago!But after what I just saw, I'm starting to regret I didn't seal the deal. Tameka has a beautiful body. And I almost can't believe I just saw her in the nude! Butt naked! While trying to cover a set of beautiful full breasts, screaming at me, "What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here!"
I hear her shouting through the closed bathroom door! ""I'm sorry I didn't..." Before I can finish explaining.Screeching screams escape her mouth again. She made me stumble and fumble in a perplexed state. "Why would she come out of the bathroom undressed? She had to know I would be coming home." I found myself breathing hard and heavily as I stand there trying to figure it out. I briskly walked back and forth, trying to breathe. "Should I face her again, or should I avoid her and sleep in the guest room? But No, no, don't! Just stay put, Copeland.' I tell myself, we are married people.
I'll go and change into my pajamas in the main bathroom. So we won't have any more surprises.
I shook my head, trying to get her image out of my head. But it wasn't working. I pulled off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. 'I need to shower in nothing but cold water right now! So yes, I won't acknowledge what I saw, and I will go straight to bed.
Tameka's (reaction)
As if things couldn't get any worst! I hope he only saw a glimpse of me when I entered the bedroom, as much as I hate to admit it. But I know he saw everything. The look on his face told me that much. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and got my sleepwear and robe.
'Why! Why! Why me? He saw me completely naked...' I hurried and got into my nightgown, and crawled into bed.
I tossed and turned. Thinking about the embarrassment, I wondered if Copeland was still in the house or gone. I got up to see if I could hear any movement upstairs. Straining to listen for what seemed like at least 60 seconds or more, my eyelids were drooping. I forced them back open, still trying to see if I could hear anything. Before I knew it, I sank into the pillow, the comfort took over, and I was fast asleep.
Copeland (thoughts)
For me, the struggle was real. After taking my shower, I slid into my black silk pajama pants and climbed onto the lounger. Tameka was fast asleep as if nothing didn't happen. I rubbed my eyes and counted to twenty, knowing it wouldn't do a thing for my aching groin. Not even a cold shower seemed to do much for me after what I just saw.
I told myself. 'Gosh, my libido is craving Tameka. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I never knew my wife had such an amazing body! She has it all, too, unlike Lizzy, who is nice but not the full package. I can't seem to understand why my cravings are so strong. I've never sexually desired my wife before now. What I'm experiencing has to be just physical temptation. Finally, I can get over these feelings.' Well, I lied. I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'she is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?
'Position change might help,' but they were all the same in the end. If I took such liberties, wife or not, Tameka would never forgive me, even if I used the excuse, I'm your husband! It would be true. I've never behaved remotely like a husband toward her for three years. I get my mind back on track. Tonight has been extraordinary and has thrown me completely off! No, Tameka was incredibly appealing tonight, from when I spotted her in that fantastic gown at the party to seeing her butt naked! My wife, the married woman, is like a sea of pedigreed roses. Making all the other women tonight look like wildflowers. And now I'm about to lose her. I thought sadly.
If only my eyes had been open this way like they were right now three years ago. Back then, Tameka looked like a child three years ago, but now she is a rose that has fully bloomed. I was so caught up in Lizzy back then I couldn't see straight and resigned myself years ago not to have a love for her the way she wanted and deserved. I don't love Lizzy, but I care deeply for her. I guess I've gotten those two emotions confused. Because if I loved Lizzy, there is no way I should be craving to get to know Tameka. Why did I feel all these years it was Tameka suffocating me when it had to be Lizzy who was holding me down and back? All this time, I've been pushing my wife away. And now, I may have gone too far and pushed her right into the arms of another man, my best friend. The thought that I might lose her to Joel makes me so jealous! I know Joel could take her away from me. But do I want to let her go?
Copeland thoughts: I sadly lay over here on this lounge sofa, uncomfortable, thinking and looking at my wife; she is a perfect stranger to me. On our wedding day, I had her wrapped around my finger. The sun was shining on her, but I was too blind to see how she smiled at me. I was also too blind to see love was calling us. But I had my mind made up. I was never going to love my wife. I never thought I could love anyone else but Lizzy, but now my feelings for Tameka have surfaced. Is this a moment of weakness? I think about the day she left me for Paris without speaking and how it affected me. I must have felt something and was too prideful to admit it. But now that she's been back in my life this week. She has made me laugh, something I haven't done in a while. Tameka had my back when Gigi and mom were here. I felt loved. Something must be there between us, and why wouldn't there be? She's my sweet, adorable, sexy, and elegant wife. I never thought I would love or want her, but now
Of course, I was dressed and ready with five minutes to spare. So I sat on the sofa waiting, drinking a glass of water. Copeland finally made his way down the stairs. I pretended not to notice him, but how could I not? Copeland walked before me, tucking his shirt down in his jeans. 'I can't believe I'm married to this man!' He's even more handsome now than he was three years ago. But, then, his early twenties only touched the surface of what he has become today. My goodness! Copeland had the perfect butt, and his jeans seemed to take pleasure in cupping it just right. A well-fitted T-shirt that showed off those broad manly shoulders. Copeland's hair is perfectly combed and in place. I sank into my chair, sipping my water as I shifted my eyes in another direction. "I see it still takes you forever to get dressed?" I uttered. "I still have a minute before I'm actually on time. Thank you very much, Mrs. Morton!" Copeland smiled as the feeling of freedom eased it's way back into h
"Why do we act like strangers toward one another?" Copeland inquired of me."I don't know. It was so long ago when we were friends.""Remember when we first met? I do." Copeland proves this by sharing the full account with me. "Hi, we met Friday. So well sought of, my name is Copeland.""Copeland? I don't remember meeting anyone Friday.""I'm the guy you almost killed last Friday with your mop bucket.""Oh!!! I remember now! You mean, you almost ran me down last Friday. My name is Tameka."Yes, the attraction was mutual. In talking with you, I discovered your name was Tameka Latisha Love. But here comes the monkey wrench. When you told me you were sixteen. I had to slam on the brakes!"You don't look no sixteen," I tell you, remember? I laughed, recalling all the details as I listened."But I am sixteen," I reply.Just when everything was going so great! Once you told me how old you were, I knew I had to back off. I wasn't trying
"So, where are we going now?" I asked Copeland as we got in the car, and he drove off. "I know you think I forgot all your pleasures, and even though it's been years, if I don't do this one thing, you will be out of here on the fastest plane leaving tomorrow. But, of course, knowing you, you'll probably take off while I'm sleeping." "What on earth on you talking about now? I hope you keep in mind that I'm not sixteen. I'm a young lady in my twenties now. So whatever you think you still know about me, I could have changed that." "I don't think so..." Copeland teased. "You change. That's unlikely." Copeland says, looking over at me as he's driving. "No, when I think about it. I've changed. I probably like doing this more now than you." He said, winking at me. "I squinted my eyes at him, trying to figure out what was he talking about now?" "I love it when I have you all worked up and confused, especially with that look on your face. Listen carefully. I have Instructions miss fo
"I understand, Tameka, and you don't have to give me an answer yet. The evening has just begun, and I still have time to convince you of my sincerity. But, everyone, including Lizzy, is under the wrong misconception, that's all." "Is it possible you are under the wrong misconception, Copeland?" "I don't think so. I know my reasons for staying by Lizzy's side. But I have a feeling; she thinks I have stronger feelings for her than I do." He said, holding his head down. "You gave her reason to think that way.""But I stayed married to you for three years, never once asking you for a divorce." "What were you hoping staying married to me would do for Lizzy?" "I was hoping she would eventually see that I didn't want to end our marriage and had chosen to make my marriage work.""Humph, if you wanted her to know that you wanted this marriage, Copeland, you would have asked me to come to be with you. Not give you a divorce. I don't understand your logic at all." "I was waiting for you
We entered this very upscale nightclub of famous and elite business people. Once we were seated, we made small talk, and before I knew it, I finished my second strawberry delight and rum frozen drink. I felt good, perfect. I slid from my chair, tugged on my thigh-length dress, and took Copeland by the hand. Then, moving with precise steps in my Navy blue stilettos, Copeland followed me to the dance floor. "So you do know me after all!" I said, looking back at him over my shoulder and grinning happily. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit! The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Copeland knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights provide me with fractured glimpses of Copeland, who I was guiding into the gyrating crowd.When
The sun had risen the next day when I opened my eyes. All my thoughts went to my wife, who was only sleeping a few away. It was the start of a beautiful weekend. I couldn't believe me, and Tameka was on talking terms. And if I didn't want it to end, I don't. I need to free myself up for the rest of this weekend. But, mmm, last night, she was so temptingly beautiful. I knew I had to buy time. I smiled. My heart felt light as I tugged up my underwear. I paced back and forth, wondering what type of excuse I could give to Lizzy as to why I couldn't be around. "Oh, my new appointment as the CEO is perfect! I'll call and let Lizzy know I will be working on moving into my new position and office." "Hey, baby, are you coming over for breakfast? I can't wait to hear about the party.""Good morning Lizzy. How are you feeling?" "I feel like I usually do. Are you coming over for breakfast this morning? I miss you." "No, I can't. I won't be able to come to your house. Since the party, I've be
The uncertainty was too substantial for me. But was I making a mistake by walking away from something so unique? I didn't want to be hurt again, the way I was three years ago when I left and went to Paris. So I need to be sure there will be no walking away this time.Copeland held me tight, hugging me as if he didn't want to lose me again. "Copeland! I know you hear me calling you." "Yes, I do. Let me hold you one more minute." I chuckled, then, finally, he released me. I went busy myself in the kitchen. It was a lovely evening, so I prepared dinner. I wanted to eat dinner tonight out under the stars. The setting was a perfect starlit summer evening for an elegant dinner. I searched through the playlist Copeland had. I laughed, remembering the music he used to listen to all the time. I see how he still loves light rock and R&B. I pressed the playlist entitled "Lovers." The surround sound played a nostalgic melody throughout the house. Later I lit the candles, and I turned off t