Forbidden (Completed) EDITING - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Erica
"Girl, will you call that damn man and stop being so stubborn," Tammy said to me as she rolled her eyes. "You know he's waiting."
It's been two weeks since he professed his love for me. I haven't seen him outside of class. He's been calling me but I never pick up the phone. The calls usually are followed by a text of him asking did he do something wrong. I make up some shitty excuse for why I can't talk.
"T, I can't do this. Maybe he and I should just call it quits." I shrugged, not really believing the words coming out of my mouth.
Tammy grabbed the pillow next to her. "I should take this pillow and smother you with it!" She threatened. "You know damn well you don't want that. Why the hell are you making this so hard?"
"Because I have never done anything like this before," I whined as I laid back into the couch. "At first it was just me worried about me losing my job. I mean I still am worried but not as much. I can't believe that he really wants to be with me. I thought it was just about the sex for the both of us and now it turned into love."
I sipped my wine.
Everything in my life has been practical or ruled by logic. I never suspected the one illogical and unpractical thing in my life to be a situation like this. I love him. Only God knows how much I do. I had been juggling with describing the way had been feeling about him for months. I couldn't put a name on it.
"Okay, I'm still not understanding the issue. What's the problem with loving him and being with him?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's not right. This isn't supposed to be happening."
"Erica, says who? The world is changing. Look at Kris Jenner.... her boyfriend is the same age as one of her kids. So what?" she held her hands up. "You know I never was one to give two fucks about what people think about me even if something wasn't acceptable. You need to do the same! You are finally free from that ass hole! You need to start living for Erica."
She's right but I wanna be right too.
I sighed heavily. "You're right, you're right. What should I do?"
"Call him and tell him you came to your senses and then fuck the shit out of him. Simple." she smiled.
I shook my head and laughed. "You are a mess."
"I know but you love me." She dived on me and squeezed me tightly into a hug as if she was a small child.
I stared at myself for a good ten minutes. This is like the 5th lingerie I've tried on. I have no clue why I even went to Victoria's Secret and made all this fuss. I haven't worn one in years. If I did, the night turned out to be a bust.
I listened to Tammy's advice and went on and bit the bullet. I called Demarcus as soon as she left. He answered me on the first ring. I don't even think I had a chance to fully click his contact. He showed up right away. He's even cooking dinner for us tonight.
I am pleasantly surprised.
"Queen, what's taking you so long?" He called out from the kitchen.
"I'm coming." I grabbed my robe and tied it up.
I walked out into the kitchen. It smelled delightful. I have no idea what he's cooking. He showed up with grocery bags and a smile. He said he wanted to cook for me for a change.
It's about time.
"What you were doing back there?" He turned around from the stove. His biceps had nowhere to hide in his tank top.
"Nothing." I smiled slightly.
"Stop playing." He got closer to me. "Why are you hiding what you got on under there? Let me see." He tugged on the string to my robe.
I shamelessly opened it. I quickly closed it just as fast I opened it. "Are you happy?"
"Hell yeah, you look fucking amazing."
He always has a way of making me feel better about myself when I feel like crap. I've been married to a man for thirty years who always made me feel a certain way about how I look especially after I had kids. To go from that to being with someone who doesn't care if I have on makeup, my hair done or if I have any clothes on at all.
This is major transformation for me.
It feels almost foreign to me. It's uncomfortable. It feels like I don't deserve to be treated like this for being neglected all those years.
"You're just saying that." I fanned him away.
His hands tightly gripped my waist. The look he had in his eyes, felt like he was staring into my soul.
"I'm not just saying that." He placed his finger under my chin. "Erica, I tell you that you're beautiful every day. I'm not that man you were married to. You gotta trust that I would never put you down like that. You trust me don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then, you have nothing to worry about." He moved my hair that was in my face. He cupped my cheek with his large hand. Our lips connected. His tongue slid into my mouth.
Every time he kisses me, I feel how much he loves me.
"I love you," I said breathlessly, as I broke the kiss. "I'm sorry for the wait."
It feels scary to say this. I'm glad I'm saying it. I've been scared to do the things I've always wanted to do. I guess this is the first thing crossed off my list. I finally know what real love feels like even if it's not normal.
"I love you." He grinned.
"So, what have you been messing up my kitchen for?" I asked as I folded my arms. I usually don't let anyone else cook in my kitchen.
He's lucky.
"Something slight. Just some Chicken Alfredo with my special Alfredo sauce. They should be actually selling this in the stores." He gloated.
"Oh really? I'll be the judge of that."
"You really make me wanna skip dinner and get straight to dessert." He licked his lips. "You knew what you were doing putting this on."
One thing I noticed about men young or older.... they can never be patient when it comes to sex. Granted it's been two weeks so I can understand the torture he had been enduring.
"I guess I did," I smirked. "You are gonna have to wait because I am hungry. I've been holding off eating all day since you said you were cooking."
"I'm hungry too." He pouted. "For something else..." He leaned into the crook of my neck and started sucking on it.
My knees started to weaken. This is the one thing I can't resist. His lips and his tongue send a chill down every nerve ending in my body. Making me want him more and more.
"Demarcus, st-stop," I said sternly. "We have all night."
"You right. I can wait."
Thank God.
I rubbed his big arms. "Good! Now I'm going to set the table for us to enjoy this lovely meal you've prepared." I quickly pecked his lips.
As I began to set the table my phone started ringing. I placed our plates down before I grabbed it from the counter. As I looked at the caller ID I was in shock. It was Terrance. He has no business calling me at almost 9:00. If it was something serious, Briana would've called me herself.
I ignored it.
"Who is that calling you?" Demarcus asked as he heard my ringer going off for the second time.
I sighed deeply before I answered. "Umm, It's Terrance."
"Fuck he want?" He raised an eyebrow from across the room. "You want me to answer it?" He began walking towards me.
"No, I got it." I smiled sheepishly.
His third time calling I finally picked it up. "Hello, Terrance... I am kind of busy right now...excuse me? You cannot tell me what the hell to do with my life! Oh really? You are really the fucking worse!" I hung up the phone.
My blood boiled. I was so angry I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I am not sad. I am angry as hell. I knew this divorce wasn't going to go as smoothly as I wanted it to be. I guessed this type of behavior but I thought he would be civil for once in his life.
"Erica?" Demarcus stood in front of me holding my arms. "What's wrong? What he say that got you so upset?"
I quickly wiped my eyes. "He said that he knows who I've been seeing. He said If I don't quit... he's gonna tell the school."
My fear was happening. It's worse than me bringing it on myself. That's how I imagined it when Demarcus and I first started seeing each other. I thought I would slip up on something and they would question me. I never thought this.
"This is just like him!" I shook my head in disgust. "Everything I ever did to contribute to my happiness had always fallen through because he didn't like something I was doing! We're not even together anymore and he still has that same control!"
I appreciate Demarcus for just standing here and listening to me get this out. He took me into his arms. My head rested against his chest. More tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them.
"I'm not gonna let that shit happen. I promise." He reassured me by placing a kiss on the top of my head.