Jessica got to the school twenty-two minutes late. Debbie didn’t seem to notice because she was chatting with three girls. Apparently, their parents were late picking them up, too.
Xavier blew the horn as Jessica lowered the back window of the limo. She waved to let Debbie know it was her.
Her daughter’s eyebrows rose as the three girls she was talking to looked Jessica’s way with smiles. One girl nodded her head up and down and said something to Debbie.
Xavier put the car in park and got out.
Debbie shyly smiled and waved at Jessica. She said her goodbyes to her friends and started walking to the limo. When Debbie got closer, Xavier opened the door for her to get in.
It was Monday afternoon, and Calvin was heading back to his office. He had just concluded a meeting with all the VPs. He had to admit, Charles was doing a decent job so far. He was in negotiations with a Canadian clothing company who was looking for American investors. When the time was right, they also wanted to go public. Charles was trying to talk the Canadian executives into using Michelson Investments to pair them with investors and take them to the next level. The company was worth forty million dollars. However, if Charles was successful, it would be a hundred-million-dollar deal. “Not bad for your first month,” Calvin had said to his cousin as they left the meeting. Charles had smirked and gotten off on the nineteenth floor without saying a wo
Jessica had fixed spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. It was one of Debbie’s favorite dishes, but she barely touched it. She had said she wasn’t hungry because she had a big lunch. She had asked if Jessica could pack some of it to take to school tomorrow for lunch. While Jessica was cleaning the kitchen, the doorbell rang. As she walked to the door, her visitor started banging on it. “Jessica, I know you’re in there,” Charles said. He had called three times since their afternoon romp, and Jessica hadn’t answered her cell. She had no idea how he got her number. She cracked the door open. “Charles, keep your voice down. My daughter is upstairs doing the rest of her homework.” 
Charles and Jessica were getting dressed as the limo started to slowly move. Jessica pulled a comb out of her purse. She combed her hair as Charles buttoned his shirt. “Jessica, I want us to start seeing each other,” he stated. “We belong together.” She wanted to. She wanted to turn back the clock, but now was not the time. Debbie was so young. Jessica was afraid she wouldn’t understand why she made the decisions she had made. Her and Drake’s plan was to tell Debbie the truth about her paternity when she graduated college. However, if she went to graduate school, they would wait until she completed that. Debbie barely knew Charles, and to introduce him into her life now could be detrimental to her development. Her daughter was practical
Two weeks later . . . Jessica was in her home studio working on the paintings Eric James had commissioned for his restaurants. Debbie was at school. Charles was at work. The last two weeks with Charles had been a dream. Of course, they were discrete when they went out to dinner because they didn’t want rumors of a romance to appear in the society pages. Jessica didn’t want Debbie to find out her mother was dating a man in the newspapers, and she surely didn’t want one of the kids at her school asking her about it. Charles had sent his limousine for her for a romantic dinner at his townhouse for Valentine’s Day. He had given her a ruby necklace and then carried her upstairs to his lavish bedroom. They had made love all night.
Calvin ordered a sandwich from the café on the second floor and worked through lunch. The stock prices were volatile today, and he didn’t want to take his eye off the screen until the market closed. His office door opened. It was his mother. She closed the door behind her as she greeted him. “Hey, Mom,” he said and looked back at the computer screen. “What are you doing here?” “I was in town and thought I’d stop in. I went by Charles’s office, but his secretary said he was in a meeting and wasn’t due back for another hour. He’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” she said with a know-it-all tone.
One week later . . . Jessica lay naked on her back giggling as Charles ate a small vine of grapes covering her nether region. She had gotten a full bikini wax three days before. When Charles saw it, he had gotten the idea of having a snack down there. Charles’s bedroom was plush. He had a round bed with white sheets that were softer than a baby’s bottom. The comforter was fluffy and purple. There was a mirror over the bed. The walls were lilac. A feminine color for a man, but Charles’s decorator had told him it was a color that would make him feel calm at night. The bedroom furniture was large, solid wood that was painted white. He had an adjoining bathroom that had a Jacuzzi tub, dual sinks, and a large, walk-in shower with raining shower heads that sprayed their entire bodies. The towels had his last i
Charles had just gotten out of the shower. He toweled off and walked to his bedroom. He lowered his naked form between the sheets of his bed. He could still smell Jessica’s honey and spice perfume on the linen. He wished she was there to lie beside him. He reminded himself to be patient. She would come around soon. Charles picked up his phone to check the stock prices. He had three missed calls. Two were from Calvin and one was from Mason. He pressed the button for his voicemail “Today, one ten p.m.,” the automated voice said. “Charles, it’s Calvin. We’ve had an emergency at the Madison location. Six mad men busted through the doors and started shooting everything
It was five o’clock, and Debbie was still in surgery. No one on the medical staff could tell her anything — or wouldn’t. Jessica didn’t know which. She had called her parents when she had arrived at the hospital. Her mother sat beside her. Her father was on the other side. Jessica had called the detective who left her a message. She had said that she was in the middle of something, but she and her partner would come to the hospital to speak to her personally along with the other parents. She looked up at the other worried parents in the OR waiting room. She wondered if she had the same concern, anguish, and frustration on her face. Claire and Yvonne Michelson walked into the
Three months later. . . The living perpetrators who were responsible for the mass shooting at Michelson Investments on Madison Avenue were captured eight weeks ago. Their trials would start in two months. They were sitting in the city jail without bond. Calvin had been right. They shot up the place and everyone they could out of some sort of entitlement of justice for losing their jobs.The Michelsons and the Washingtons sat in the spectator seating in the courtroom. Charles, Jessica, and Debbie sat at a table several feet away from the bench. Arthur Whitman had just finished his petition to the court to have Debbie’s last name legally changed.Jessica had filed an application to change Debbie’s birth certificate to state that Charles was her father. But in the state of the New York, they had to
Debbie’s head fell forward. Charles quickly caught her in his arms. She was out like a light. He pulled the side of her shirt up. Blood had soaked the large gauze that covered where she was shot. The other gauze where she had surgery was starting to bleed, too. “Calvin!” he yelled frantically. The door swung open. Calvin dashed over to him. “What happen?” “She passed out. Calvin, she’s burning up, and she’s bleeding,” he explained as he adjusted his hold on her. “We have to get her back to the hospital.” They were back in the Range Rover within minutes. His unco
After Charles had carried an unconscious Jessica to a hospital room for the nurse to examine her, he walked with Drake and Bobby to the hospital employees’ elevator. The maintenance guy had said he had never seen anything like it. Debbie had pried the panel off the wall and rewired the elevator to do what she wanted it to do. “It’s sloppy, but they got the job done,” the maintenance man had said. Security had a camera in the elevator. Everyone’s mouths had dropped open when they saw Debbie enter the elevator with a coat and boots on. She had looked half dead on her feet. She got off in the employee garage. Three security officers along with Bobby, Drake, and Charles had searched the garage, and there was no sign of her.
Debbie quickly trotted down the sidewalk in Manhattan with the coat that she stole out of the maintenance closet and the boots that were two sizes too big for her feet. However, she was still cold. The hospital gown was not made for cold weather. She had found ten dollars in the coat. She was saving it for food. She had plenty of cash stashed in her bedroom at home, but she didn’t have her house keys to get in. She had always saved ten dollars from her allowance in case of emergencies since she was nine. Debbie wasn’t sure where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to get out of there. They were all getting on her last nerve. She needed her space, not drugs.Luckily the sedative had worn off while no one was in the room. Despite the fact that she was groggy, she had rummaged through the drawers and found gauze and
Jessica had left. Bobby stepped to Charles. They were eye to eye. Neither one of them blinked. “If I had seen you fourteen years ago right after I found out she was pregnant, I would have busted yo ass. Job or no job,” Bobby said darkly. “Now that you know that you’re a father, I’m sure you understand.” He understood. If some guy got Debbie pregnant, he would shoot him in the face. “I do. But I hope you know that I was in love with her. It wasn’t a one-night stand. I love her still, and I told her so.” Bobby’s thick eyebrows rose. “What’d she say?” &
It had been an hour and a half since Debbie’s break down. The staff had let Jessica and Drake look in on her only once during that time. They were limiting her visitors until she woke up and a child psychiatrist had a chance to speak with her. Jessica didn’t like it, but she knew that it was best for Debbie. Jessica didn’t want her daughter to be traumatized for the rest of her childhood. She and Drake hoped it was just an outburst of frustration and nothing deeper had taken root because of the truth. Jessica was in the hospital chapel alone. Drake and her parents had gone to the cafeteria. All of a sudden, Yvonne Michelson sat next to her in the pew. Jessica didn’t even hear
It was five thirty, and Drake and Jessica were sitting at Debbie’s bedside. Debbie had just finished picking at her dinner.“Baby, you should eat some more. You need to keep up your strength,” Jessica mumbled.“Oh, Ma, that’s not food. It’s a science experiment, and lunch wasn’t that much better,” Debbie said with a deep frown. “Daddy, can’t you get me a cheeseburger with mayo?”“Sweetheart, the doctor doesn’t want you to eat anything greasy for a while,” Drake said solemnly.“You two seem down about something. I thought the doctor said that I was going to be okay,” Debbie said.“You are, honey,” Jessica said quickly. “It’s just . . . we have something to tell you, and we don’t know how to . . . tell you.”Debbie looked at her and then she looked at Drake.“You know I love you, don’t you, Debb
Charles had been at the townhouse for two hours drinking wine out of bottles. He had excused Xavier for the evening. He wasn’t going anywhere. What for? He wasn’t needed or wanted by anybody. Someone rang the doorbell. Charles drunkenly made his way to the door. Whoever it was rang the doorbell again, and then started banging on the door. Charles stopped in the foyer. “I don’t want to talk to you, Jessica! Go away!” he slurred loudly. “It’s Calvin, you fool. Open the door!”&n
Thanks to Charles’s blood donation, Debbie survived the night. Drake, Jessica, and her parents stayed at the hospital. They slept on and off in the waiting room in the ICU. They were allowed to see Debbie two at a time and for only ten minutes at a time. Debbie had been unconscious most of the night. She had opened her eyes once when Jessica and Drake were in the room, but her eyes fluttered closed within five seconds. The staff said the doctor wanted Debbie sedated for the night so she could rest and to make sure she didn’t make any sudden movements that would tear her stitches. Charles had been gracious enough to spend the night at the hospital just in case Debbie needed more blood. Plus, the hospital staff wanted him to stay close by because they had slowly drawn two pints from him. Of course, it wasn’t all at once, but two