world. God intended for men to find a wife and have children. Don’t go and be a fool and pass up a great opportunity. It’s no fun growing old by your lonesome.”
“I hear you, Ben. I hear you.”
“Don’t just hear me. Act upon it.”
Ben and Salvador spent a solid hour fishing and conversing. After their fishing excursion ended, Ben picked up his pail and headed back towards the guest house so he could clean the fish and prep them for dinner. When they reached the back of the estate, Ben and Salvador parted ways. Salvador mounted the back steps to the deck, and Ben headed for the guest house.
Tired and beat from the brutal rays of the blistering sun, Ben grasped the doorknob and entered the guest house. Smelling like the beach, he dropped the fish off in the kitchen and headed to his bedroom. When Ben stepped inside the bedroom, his mouth shot open. “Dear God.”
Lucy lay asleep on the bed, clenching a beer bottle to her boobs. Her pink dress was rolled up to her hips, and her legs were spread wide open, revealing her white panties. What should I do? Should I call Salvador? Should I toss her out? If Salvador thought he was fooling around with his mother, his feelings for him would change. And he’d be out on the streets. Perhaps that would be a good thing. For all of them. Little did Salvador know, but as soon as his leg got to be one hundred percent healthy, he was going to leave anyway. The longer I stay here, the more I put Salvador, Lucy, and Sasha’s life in danger. I can’t risk them getting hurt.
Ben stalked up to the bed where Lucy lay asleep. When he withdrew the beer bottle from Lucy’s grip, she stirred. He tossed the empty bottle in the trash beside his bed. Hoping Salvador didn’t find out she’d been drinking, Ben placed a hand on Lucy’s shoulder and shook her. “Lucy. Wake up.”
Lucy’s eyes slowly peeled open. Yawning, she eased up on her elbows. “I’ve been waiting on you, Ben. What took you so long to get back?”
She’s drunk as a skunk. “Lucy, you can’t be coming in here doing stuff like this.”
“Stuff like what?”
“Like getting in my bed and waiting for me.”
Another yawn eased from Lucy’s mouth. “Like Goldilocks, I just fell asleep in Poppa Bear’s bed.” Ben couldn’t help but shake his darn head. Lucy looked to the right of the mattress, and then to the left. “Where’s my beer? I know you better not had drank it.” She gave Ben an accusing stare.
Ben sighed. “I didn’t drink your beer, Lucy. I don’t even drink, lady. The bottle was empty, so I threw it in the trash. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think it’s time for you to go. I’m about to clean some fish for dinner. Why don’t you go up to the main house, get cleaned up, and join Salvador and me for some good eating later?”
Lucy turned her legs sideways and got out of the bed. Her hands came down hard on Ben’s shoulders. A sensual glow in her eyes, she pressed her boobs to his chest. “If you want something good to eat, how about eating me?!” Ben’s jaws dropped. Goodgodalmighty! Lucy threw her arm around his shoulder, whipped out her cell, and held it up in front of them. “Say cheese, Ben.” Holding the camera above their heads, she snapped a photo of the two of them.
Chapter Eighteen
I have some serious writer’s block. Sitting on the bed with her legs folded on Sunday afternoon, Sasha put the tip of the ink pen in her mouth and sought some words to finish crafting her R&B breakup song. Of course, the song’s idea had originally stemmed from her breakup with Reggie. Humming a slow melody, Sasha began writing the song she hoped someday would get published.
Verse Two
When I was with you…you wanted to hang out with your boys
When I was with you…you treated me like a wind-up toy
When I was with you…you treated me so bad
You used me, abused me, took my kindness for granted
When things ended, I felt broken
When things ended, I felt alone
When things ended, it nearly destroyed me
I cried and cried, and asked God to hold me
Rereading what she’d just written, Sasha had to admit, she felt it was good writing material. At least she hoped so. Desperately wanting to finish the breakup song she’d entitled I’ve Changed today,