Chapter 3: Make Me a 'Gangsta'
Blair was eleven hours in labor and had refused a spinal for the pain. Just before they rolled her into delivery, she shouted for me to get the fuck out of her room. So off I went, my shirt pocket stuffed with bubble gum cigars that I ended up tossing in the trash on my way for a third cup of coffee.
I stopped back at the loft for what I told myself was a quick change of clothes when I really wanted to run into Tammy. She wasn't there, so it was back to the hospital. By the time I returned, I was the proud father of twins, and they'd been taken to the well-baby nursery so their mother could rest.
I checked in on Blair. She looked like a sleeping rag mop, so I went to the nurse's station and asked about seeing the twins. I looked through the viewing pane in disbelief, and the nurse kept pointing to the same babies saying, "God bless," and, "They're so beautiful."
They were beautiful enough, but they weren't mine. Ray Charles could have seen it. I had a sense of outrage building inside me, and I knew I had to decide then and there about how I'd handle it. And then the nurse brought one of the babies out and unwrapped it. When I touched his hand, his tiny digits circled my index finger, and I realized he was a warm little person who needed to make his way in the world. So, I swallowed my pride and went to visit Blair.
She'd had a rough go of it, and they wanted her to stay the night for observation, so I headed home.
The following day, the doctors let us take the babies home. We rolled into the loft, two babies and Blair in a wheelchair, straight up to the master on the top level where the infants suckled and their mother rested.
I immediately went searching for Tammy, elated at last to finally see her again. But the nanny who greeted me was Teresa, a lovely girl in her own right but not nearly as attractive as Tammy. Teresa had drawn the short straw to work the first ten days after delivery. She stared curiously at our bundles of joy, glancing back and forth between the babies and me. I tried for a smile and walked out of the room. It was easy to see what she was thinking. Anyone who saw them would think the same.
The nanny quietly took her position beside my fiancé and kept watch continuously for the next several days. It wasn't Teresa's first rodeo. I would wait more than a week before Tammy returned.
***
"I suppose we should talk about the babies." Blair sat beside the breakfast table and sipped her coffee. Teresa was upstairs with the infants in the nursery. It was the first time Blair had been downstairs since arriving home after delivery.
"Yes, I suppose we should," I echoed, standing by the sink with arms folded in disgust. My moment had come, I was ready to vent my outrage, or so I thought.
"What would you like to know?" Blair asked coldly.
"Who is the father, for starters? From there, I'd like to know why."
"Why what?"
"Why did you cheat, Blair? We're not even married yet, for Christ's sake."
Blair let go with a peal of derisive laughter and shook her head. "I was pregnant when you proposed, Adam, and you knew it. The fact that the twins aren't yours hardly constitutes cheating. We've been having sex since that dinner you attended, and as best I remember, neither of us has ever made demands for monogamy. Did I miss something?"
"What the fuck!" I shouted, knotting my fingers in my hair. "You let me believe the babies were mine! Didn't it occur to you to at least suggest I might not be the father? Did you stop for one minute to consider my feelings should the babies belong to someone else?"
Blair looked blankly out the window, her voice turning hoarse and her eyes welling up as she choked down a muffin.
"Adam, I was all but certain that the babies were yours. I didn't think they could be his... just don't ask me to apologize, Adam. Don't ever do it."
I stepped forward and touched her shoulder. "Don't," she said, turning away in sudden embarrassment.
"Who?" I demanded. "One of the board members? Some high-ranking executive?"
I thought about the bad luck I've had in my life, all the disappointment. I was crazy to think it could have worked out between me and Blair. I'd fallen under her spell, a sucker for her promises and charm. I was inexperienced in love. She was a manipulative siren. Suddenly Blair's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hell no, Adam. I'm not fucking those prickless weasels... not unless I'm pegging them up the ass with a crowbar. I can't get involved with those people, not that I'd ever want to be. Cedric works in public relations. You wouldn't know him. He's far removed from your geographic location."
"And how long has this been going on?"
"Longer than It's been going on with you, Adam." Blair stood up and strolled towards the sink. "Do you seriously think this is what I wanted? To give birth to black babies? Do you have any idea the situation this puts me in with the board, with my national and international business partners? Even if we put the children in boarding school, there's no way we will ever keep this out of the public spotlight."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My fiancé's concerns were completely about herself. "Why don't you ask Cedric to marry you?"
Blair smiled through her tears. "Cedric's already married."
"Well, ask another black guy in one of your businesses. I'm sure somebody will take you up on the offer."
A stinging slap from Blair shut me up and set my face to burning. "I'm not marrying a black man any more than I'll continue to listen to you whine about proposing, Adam. You assume too much. I'm a multi-millionaire. You're a salaried employee who dressed like a lumberjack at your job interview. I pulled you out of a snow drift and gave you an opportunity. I brought you to my room at the lodge. I bought my own engagement ring because it would take you a lifetime to pay for something acceptable, and I didn't want you to be embarrassed when people asked to see it. I own companies, Adam. I own people."
Blair kissed me sweetly in the same burning spot she'd slapped me. Then, she kissed my lips, and I felt myself falling. For a lady who had just given birth to twins, she looked quite amazing; all dolled up in make-up with her hair in a bun. Vanity at its finest. Power at its sleekest.
"Don't you realize, Adam, that men in my position fuck a different Vogue model every day? Their wives stand by and watch because they're well taken care of. They know their place. Who would they be without their husbands? Nobody. Tolerance and obedience are what's expected. How quickly you've forgotten our discussion about obedience, Don't talk to me about fucking until you own your own business. You fuck who I say. I fuck who I want."
"I'm leaving, Blair. I'm done with you."
She laughed in my face, then picked up her coffee and sipped with a condescending smirk. "Fine," she responded. "Let's see where that gets you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means, Adam. I won't be embarrassed. I lifted you out of a bog you called your life, and now you're sitting in the castle on a hill. Everyone that works for me knows that, and everyone wishes they were you... but they won't after you leave me. They will all be glad to be just where they are."
"That's a threat," I retorted.
"It's a promise." Blair lifted her eyebrows subtly, but the seal was on her message.
"You embarrassed me, Blair." I softened my voice. "You embarrassed me from the beginning at the lodge in that meeting."
"You mean the interview?" she asked.
"Yes," I confirmed. "When you put your hand under the table. All those people could see."
"Did that bother you, baby, that I was playing with your dick right in front of them? Do you think it was an accident that my table was turned to face the audience, and I invited you to sit beside me? It was my prerogative to get you hard for the board members to witness. It was a lesson for everyone. You didn't complain about it then, did you? You came trotting to my room afterward with your toothbrush and comb. Everyone knew you would come. They all heard my invitation."
My mind went back to the lodge, back to Blair's room in the penthouse. I never expected Blair would do what she did.
"Why did you agree to marry me?" I asked.
"Because I like you, Adam. Don't misunderstand me. I don't love you or need you. I don't plan on loving or needing any man. But I find you attractive in your own special way, and I think you'd make a good father. You have that parental quality and concern about you, and I know you'll look after things without causing a fuss. That's why I know you won't leave me. That's how I know your threats are empty, and you know that mine aren't."
Blair kissed me again and let her fingers trail down my stomach to my crotch. "I know how to take care of you, Adam. I know what you need, just like that night at the lodge. I know what will excite you, even when you don't." She squeezed my cock gently just the way that she did in front of everyone on the board.
At that exact moment, the door opened to the nursery on the top floor. I could hear Teresa's steps heading for the stairs. Blair unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. I reached down to stop her, but she swatted my hand away. "Blair, no. Please don't."
"You like this, Adam," she said confidently, stroking my shaft to full attention. She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants to my knees as Teresa's footsteps hit the first floor, heading for the kitchen. The floor plan was completely open. Teresa wasn't even paying attention, no doubt making a run for more formula and exhausted from her long hours. The young girl stopped dead in her tracks.
I looked around the room; the Venicasa black marble dining table, the imported Italian furniture, Shakuff chandeliers, original Erte paintings, even the stainless Sub-Zero refrigerator where I kept my beer... Blair's collection of exquisite things... and I, among them, on display. Teresa's eyes widened.
"Can you believe this?" Blair asked nonchalantly. She was jerking me firmly, slinging my balls in a circle. The young lady looked horrified; her eyes fixed on my genitals as I neared my explosion. "How big do you think he is... I mean, how many inches?" Teresa shook her head, unable to answer as my precum started oozing to the surface.
"Not very big," she finally whispered, less concerned about my feelings than Blair's satisfaction.
My humiliation was nearly complete yet eclipsed by a curious exhilaration. When would I become a man and be done with the pleasure of degradation? When would I ever stand up to Blair, stop being her toy and her showpiece? My cock was throbbing in her hand, and I was powerless to stop it. A real man would have grabbed her and shoved her away. A real man would have taken charge.
"Here he comes," Blair announced. "Get over here and have a closer look, honey." Begrudgingly, Teresa approached me. She had a lovely round face with dark chestnut hair. Her breasts were voluptuous, spilling out of her button-down top. "Lean over and watch this," Blair insisted, recognizing that I was studying the nanny's big tits.
