Chapter 4 Alexander “Bread” #2
Moments later, the elevator door opened, and her hand was in mine again. My room for tonight was at the end of the long hall. We walked down the hall in silence and entered my room in the same manner.
She declined my drink offer. “This is a nice room. I assume you have plans to bring a woman up here later.”
I unbuttoned my tux jacket, took it off, then laid it across the armchair in the lounge area of the room.
I walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink because I felt like I would need one for this conversation.
Once it was poured and a sip was taken, I responded.
“I didn’t have plans to bring a woman up here later.
I had plans to bring my woman up here, but the problem with that is I’m not too sure if I have one. ”
The cutesy smirk that she wore moments before dropped. She shifted her position on the bed. “What do you mean?”
I leaned back on the bar, then crossed one leg over the other at the ankle. “Let me ask you. What do you think this is between us? Do you think this is just a good time, or are we building something?”
She smiled as one of her shoulders lifted to her ear. “I mean, I’m having a good time. I know you are.”
I nodded before I stood to my full height. “Okay, cool. You can leave, beautiful.”
She jumped up from the bed with wide eyes. “Wait! What do you mean I can leave? What is happening right now?”
My hands slipped into the pockets of my pants.
With an angled head, I gazed at her. I sighed before I spoke.
“I will take some responsibility in us getting where we are right now. I made the mistake of going into this without explaining to you that this is not fun dick . . . It’s committal dick.
If I wanted to just have fun with some pussy, I would have never had it with my daughter’s mentor. ”
There was no way that I would risk my daughter’s relationship with a woman that she admired just because I wanted to get my dick wet.
There were too many women out here for that.
In this scenario with Hestia, I assumed that she understood where I wanted this to head.
There was no way that she could unequivocally know that, if I didn’t tell her.
“So, you want us to be in a relationship? Is that what you want, Alexander?” she asked with a raised brow.
My feet brought me into the space that I loved to be in, . . . hers. “That’s exactly what I want. Hestia, I’m forty years old with a setup life. I’m ready for my wife and my child with my wife. I don’t have time to play these get my dick wet games if it doesn’t lead to that. Understand?”
She swallowed hard. I thought she would need a minute to think about it, but she didn’t. “I don’t have a problem with that. What does that look like for you?”
“It looks like us committed to each other in every way. We are building toward forever. I will respect you, and you will respect me. Eventually, I will love you, and my love will be intense. Is that something that you can and are ready to handle? Love, I don’t have time for indecisiveness.”
There was this uncertainty in her eyes to my stance. “I’m ready for that. What happens if we realize that we’re not a match for each other?”
I wrapped my around her waist. “Hestia, trust me. If we weren’t a match for each other, I would have discerned that by now, . . . pussy aside. Your pussy is great, but not that great to overshadow a bad spirit.”
I had never been a man that was swayed by the feeling of pussy on my dick.
Even when I was out in the world at a younger age, on the fuck around, I still never fucked with women who had fucked up spirits.
My spirit was too precious for that. Melanie wasn’t a romantic match for me, but she didn’t have a bad spirit.
At the time that we fucked around, I wasn’t looking for the one.
I wanted the one I could fuck right now.
“Okay,” Hestia said with a smirk. “I’m happy that you know that I don’t have a fucked up spirit. Now that we’ve established that, does this mean that me and you are in an exclusive relationship?”
I took a moment to study her. The confidence that was once missing had returned. Confidence looked good on my woman. “Yes, that means that we are in an exclusive relationship.” My lips moved to her ear. “So, keep those niggas out of your face. As cool as I am, my heat burns.”
A Short Time Later
What Do You Think, Baby Girl . . .
The day was here to tell Eloise about Hestia’s and my relationship.
My baby wanted to wait a little longer, but I was good on that.
I gave a month’s grace past the night that we solidified our relationship.
It was time because I was tired of tiptoeing around.
I wanted my baby in my bed whenever I wanted her to be there.
Hestia and I sat down and planned how we wanted to have the conversation with Eloise. My baby girl loved my cooking, so it was a no-brainer for me to cook. I would break the news since I was her father. If she was cool with it, then I would call Hestia to come over. If she wasn’t, we would regroup.
“You must have been reading my mind, Daddy. I just told Jessica that you made the best shrimp and grits. Grandma, you taught him how to cook this?” Eloise asked my mama who sat next to her at my dining room table.
My parents at dinner tonight were not a part of the plan that Hestia and I discussed.
I decided to add that part to the plan later.
It made sense to hit three birds with one stone.
Why not tell my parents and Eloise about my relationship at the same time, then introduce Hestia to my parents as well.
My baby loved surprises, so we’d see how she felt about this one.
My mama, Doris, kissed her teeth. “Lil girl, you know I did. If it wasn’t for me, your daddy would have starved in college. Them lil hussies that he frolicked around with never fed him.”
“Mama, you stay doing too much. I ate just fine in college. I had a whole meal plan,” I said sarcastically.
I had to downplay it somehow. Our campus had plenty of food options. I wasn’t fucking with those females for meals.
Eloise was more tickled than I would have liked her to be. “Daddy! Let me find out that you were one of the dudes that you told me to stay away from when you were in college. Really, Daddy.”
I tittered. “I was a dude that knew that I wanted to play, so I governed myself accordingly. Your daddy also made it clear to girls that I dealt with what it was before we embarked on anything. I tell you to stay away from the dudes who don’t want to admit that they want to play, and sell dreams to females who want to live in those dreams. A man becomes a fuck boy when he forces his choices on to others by manipulation and lies. ”
“Just like I taught you, boy. No matter how bad it sounds, you be honest,” my father said.
He taught me well. I modeled myself after the man that my father was.
I wasn’t perfect, but I was a man of integrity, honor, grit, and a whole lot of crazy as fuck when you messed with the people that I loved.
“You did, Dad.” I glanced down at my watch. I needed to get this conversation started. “Mama, Dad, Eloise, I want to talk to y’all about something very important.”
My mother’s cheeks lifted and reddened a little. She side-eyed my dad. “See, Allie, I told you that he was finally gonna tell us who that lady was he’s been sneaking in on the weekends Ellie was gone.”
Well, damn, Ma! Eloise’s head snapped in my direction with her pretty eyes tightened. “What woman? Daddy, you have a girlfriend, and you didn’t tell me?”
I closed my eyes before I shook my head and chuckled. I opened my eyes to answer her question. “I have a woman. I’m too old to have a girlfriend. I wanted to wait to say something because I wanted to make sure that what I had with Hestia was real.”
Eloise jumped up from her seat. “Hestia! Daddy! You and Dr. Hestia Basil are seeing each other?”
My body leaned forward so my forearms could rest on the table. “Yes, Dr. Basil and I are in a committed relationship. I wanted you to know because we are about to go public with our relationship. I wanted y’all to know first. How do you feel about that, baby girl?”
She sat down and mimicked my body language.
“Okay, Daddy! I love this for you and me. Now, this comes with a lot of responsibilities because her heart and my future are in your hands. She’s my mentor and eventually could be my stepmother if you handle this right.
Now, if you fumble, there could be a lot of broken hearts, so don’t fumble. ”
My neck drew back a little. Not my baby girl laying down the laws of the land. “Okay, I promise you that I won’t fumble. Hestia and I both understand what is at stake.”
My mother clapped her hands, then raised them to the sky. “Thank God! You finally found a woman with some sense about herself, for herself, by her damn self.” She put her hand over Eloise’s hand. “No offenses to ya mama, baby.”
“No offense taken. I actually agree.” Eloise mumbled the last part.
That brought me pause, and I stuck a mental pin in my mind to revisit the topic.
The last few weekends that she was scheduled to go to her mother’s house, she didn’t want to go.
I had to damn near bribe her to go. In the past few months, something shifted on that end.
We would address that shift at a later date in the near future.
“Well, I thank you ladies for your approval. I am going to call Hestia and have her come over to have dessert with us.” I pushed my seat back and stood. “Excuse me for a second.”
My fingers dialed her number as I walked to my back deck. The phone didn’t ring twice before she answered. “What did she say?” Hestia’s nervousness radiated through her tone.
With a smile as if she could see me, I responded, “She told me not to fumble you. Are you coming over or not?”
Shifting was heard on her end. “I’m down the street. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
The line disconnected. Welp, I guess that was it. I wasn’t surprised that she was down the street.
There was a lively conversation in progress when I walked back into the dining room.
I sat down, took a sip of my drink, then joined the conversation.
It felt great that Eloise was happy about my relationship with her mentor.
I wasn’t worried about my parents loving her.
She wasn’t Melanie, so that was the first plus.
My parents’ recent feelings about Melanie were another subject.
The reveal of Hestia’s and my relationship to Eloise and my parents was part one of the plan to be fully public. The next part was to tell her family. Yeah, she’d find out about that part of the plan after she was laid out by some dick.