W hen we arrived at Sax , a French restaurant in downtown D.C., I paid for a valet. My wife looked gorgeous tonight, as always. Her silky skin glinted underneath the moonlight and it took everything in me to not cancel the reservation and take her ass back in the house.
I wanted to taste her pussy again. Yeah, I know I cheat on her, but I never eat another hoe’s pussy. There are some things I reserve for my wife.
Placing my hand at her lower back, we entered the restaurant, where the hostess guided us to a balcony table overlooking the entire place. It had been a few weeks since we had a real date since I had been so caught up with work. I really was trying to secure this promotion.
“What are you thinking about getting?” she asked me while her eyes scanned the decadent menu.
“Surf and turf. That Kobe beef with lobster sounds delicious.” My stomach growled at the description of the dish. I didn’t even wince when I saw the price of $145. Fuck it, sometimes you have to treat yourself.
“What about you?” I asked her in return.
“The salmon or the scallops. I can’t decide.” Her eyes never lifted off of the menu.
“Get both,” I suggested.
Her eyes lifted from the menu and stared at mine as if to say, are you serious?
“Get both. Eat a little bit of them each and take the rest home. You shouldn’t have to only pick one. Get whatever you like.” I tried to treat my lady to whatever she wanted. It was my goal to ensure that she never wanted for anything. No matter what it took.
When I saw her eyes light up over that necklace in Harry Winston, I knew I had to get it for her. It was well out of my price range. But when there’s a will, there is a way. I finagled with the finances at my job and borrowed some money to get her the necklace. I have a huge contract at the end of the month; if it all goes well then I will be able to put the money back before anyone notices. I’m 99% sure the contract is going through, so I’m not worried.
After we sat there talking, our waitress approached us. And when I looked up to see who it was, my stomach knotted. I swear I even almost swallowed my tongue. My waitress was Kinasha.
“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Shelton,” she greeted with a glare of mischief in her eye. She always called me by my last name in front of my wife and other coworkers. But what in the fuck was she doing here?
“Oh hey, Kinasha. How long have you been working here?” My naïve wife asked Kinasha, who looked at us both as if she were about to spill the beans.
I prayed that she didn’t say anything, but even if she did, I would deny that shit and have her fired.
“I need a new car, and you know Durden doesn’t pay me nearly enough.” She rolled her eyes at me before refocusing her attention on my wife.
“That’s terrible. My husband tells me you’re a wonderful assistant. Babe, she’s been with you for two years, you can’t request to get her a raise?” I wanted to tell my wife to shut the fuck up.
The truth of the matter is, she’s a shitty assistant. She takes lengthy lunch breaks, talks on her phone, eats at her desk, and is occasionally rude to visitors. The office wants me to fire her, but instead I’ve told them she is on probation. If she fucks up again, she will be fired. But I fear she will snitch about our union, which is why I try to leave no evidence of us fucking.
“Yeah, Mr. Shelton, can you speak up for me and get me a raise? You know how much work I put in. I do what I do really good too,” she slickly added. She was playing games right now, and if she kept up, I was going to toss her little ass over the balcony.
“Stop by my office first thing in the morning, and we can talk about it,” I spat between gritted teeth.
She giggled before taking our orders. In addition to the food, I made sure to add a bottle of champagne. It was going to be a long ass night and I didn’t trust her not to spit in our food. But if I was tipsy, I wouldn’t be able to think about it.
While we waited for our dinner to arrive, Nova began to talk to me about her mother, further driving me to drink.
“And she and that nigga got married!” she exclaimed across from me. I picked up a bottle of the bubbly and poured me another glass before tossing it down my throat.
“Slow down, you have to drive,” she nagged. “I can’t believe she did that. She doesn’t know him. I feel like he is just going to use her…” Nova continued. Her voice was beginning to aggravate me. But it wasn’t really her. It was the fact that Kinasha was in here serving us.
The pressure became almost too much to bear. Before I knew it I said in between clenched teeth, “Shut the hell up about your hoe ass mother.”
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck is your problem?” Nova appeared startled. It even shocked me that I had spoken to her that way. Out the corner of my eye I could see Kinasha staring at us.
“I’m tired of hearing about your mother. All you do is complain about her sometimes. Let that shit go.” I finished off another glass of champagne, which concluded the whole bottle.
In a flash, Kinasha was at our side.
“Would you all like another bottle? You sure finished that fast.” She giggled.
“Yes, please,” Nova answered without tearing her eyes away from me. Kinasha walked away with a pep in her step as if she knew that my wife and I were arguing.
The stress of her waiting on us was wearing me out. I wanted to leave but I didn’t want to ruin this night even more than I already did.
“What is your problem? If I can’t come to you, my own husband, about my family shit, who can I come to? I need someone to listen to me. Not someone who shuts me down every time I try to talk about my feelings.”
But before I could reply, a busboy brought our food. Although I was too stressed to eat it, I stuck my knife and fork in the lobster, hoping Nova would do the same.
Instead, she just stared at me with disbelief in her eyes.
“You’re really blocking me out? You’re just going to sit up here and eat and not respond to me.”
“Damn Nova, a nigga can’t even enjoy his meal with you out here nagging. This steak is 150 bucks. All I want to do is enjoy it, shit. But no, you want to come in here complaining about your mother. I got you that necklace you wanted. Took you out. Ate your pussy. Now you want to fight?!” I flipped on her.
I was still keeping my voice low so that no one could hear me. But the truth is, I was ready to leave. I no longer wanted to be here. And while I wasn’t truly mad at my wife, she added fuel to the fire. I was really pissed at Kinasha.
When that little bitch saw that she was waitress, she could have asked for another table, given me a head nod, and kept it moving.
“You know what Ty, fuck you. I’m leaving,” she said before lifting away from the chair. She grabbed her purse and darted past Kinasha and another busboy before marching down the stairs.
Kinasha quickly walked over as I stood from the table so that I could catch up with my wife.
“Trouble in paradise?” she instigated.
“Bitch, you know damn well what you’re doing.” I shook my head while peeling off a few hundreds.
“It’s not my fault that you all don’t pay me enough and I have to work here. It ain’t my fault that she doesn’t make you happy. I see you stressed out. Come by after I get off of work.”
“Get the fuck out of my face,” I replied, leaving a wad of cash on the table.
“Fine, be like that, baby. But I will be in your office on Monday inquiring about my raise,” she giggled as I waved her off and headed downstairs.
When I got there, Nova was nowhere in sight. I tried calling her several times but it just went straight to voicemail. The valet brought my car back around and I circled the block looking for her.
I guess she must’ve gone home.