Deadbeat Mother

Wrong Moves

~Mia~

Uh, no, we don’t need to talk. As a matter of fact, I want you as far away from me as humanly possible, and I want that now! Did I say all of that? Nope. I couldn’t say that to Steven even before Neela’s revelation, but especially after.

Steven has always made me uncomfortable, and I’ve always been wary of him. Now I know that he is completely dangerous, and I don’t want to have anything to do with him. I need to figure out how to get out of this as quickly and quietly as possible.

I step to the right, but Steven follows me. I step to the left with the same result. Clearly, I’m not getting out of this without dealing with Steven. I stand still and wait for whatever’s going to happen next.

Steven trails his fingers down my face, causing me to flinch. I can see his eyes tighten, and I hold my breath. “We’ve never really spent much time together.”

“I know my role. I’m here to assist your wife and nothing else.” Steven steps closer to me, and I resist the urge to step back.

“This is true and I’m glad that you know where you belong. I just wonder if we could be of service to each other.” I don’t know what that means, but I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to know.

“I….I don’t understand.” Steven steps closer to me, pressing his body to mine. His hand finds my back and slides down to cup my ass. I feel gross and want to push him away from me. I’m afraid of the response I will get, so I hold off.

“If you give me information, I will gladly give you what you’ve been craving.” What the hell is he talking about? This is more than an awkward experience for me, and I would like it to be over. Steven grabs me and smashes his lips to mine, grinding his groin on me. I struggle and push against him. As soon as I’m able to free myself, I wipe my mouth off, glaring at him.

“I don’t know what that was about, but I’m not that type of woman. You are married and, more importantly, my boss’s husband. Please keep your hands off of me.”

~Steven~

I watch her turn and storm off, flabbergasted. I can’t believe that happened. Usually, it doesn’t take much for a woman to be interested in me. I’ve never had to work too hard at bedding a woman, and being married didn’t change that.

There’s got to be some way to get to Mia, though I’m not sure what that would be. I slowly follow Mia back to the tent we left my wife and that i***t in. I watch her speak to Neela and grab her things to go. I stand by quietly, watching her leave the tent. Neela turns and looks at me, putting a smile on her face. I guess Mia didn’t tell her what happened. I should be able to use that to my advantage.

I walk over to the table and lean in close to Neela. “I think it’s time to go.” She looks at Nokio and touches his hand.

“Thank you for lunch. I look forward to tomorrow.” Nokio nods, eyeing me. I straighten up and back away, helping Neela up. I walk her out of the tent toward the car I arrived in. As we walk, my grip on her arm tightens. Neela hisses, and I tighten it more.

“I don’t like your hands on other men, you know that.” I move my hand from her elbow as we get to the car. I wave the driver away from the open door, and as he walks to the driver’s side, I push Neela into the car. I quickly get in and press the button to raise the partition. Neela is scrambling to get up. Pulling her head back, I yank her onto the seat by her hair. “Why do you make me do things like this?”

The tears are gathering in her eyes, and I have to admit that I get off on her pain. I use my finger and trace her jawline. It’s almost like I can smell her fear, turning me on. My phone rings, and I sigh. I push Neela away from me and pull my phone out of my pocket. “Hello?” Damn, it’s my father. “I’m a bit bus-” I sigh. “OK. OKAY! I’ll be there.” I turn to Neela, seeing her smashed up against the door. “I’m dropping you off at the house. I need to meet with my father. I guess you got lucky.”

~Evan~

Neither of us has said a word for some time. I don’t really know what to say at this point. I didn’t want to be so blunt with her, but what else could I do? I just wanted to be honest; this is how it came out. I keep looking at Natalia, but she’s staring into space. “Because I’m not her…… I’m not her.”

I swallow and scoot over a bit. I have a feeling this may turn physical, and I don’t want to be close if it does. Natalia slowly turns to look at me, and I grimace. The rage in her eyes is enough to put me on edge. I guess I deserve this, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready for it.

Natalia stands up and walks over to me. I look into her eyes, making sure I don’t back down. My head is rocked by the slap she serves me. I place my hand to my face and look at her. Tears are running down her face. “So that’s it? All these years that I’ve been here for you, helping you, and that’s all you have for me? Because you aren’t her? Well, F**K HER!!! You think she’s so f**king great, huh? Then where the f**k is she?! Where the f**k has she been all these years?! If she’s so f**king great, why the f**k did she leave you and Cooper high and dry?!” All valid questions, and I have no answers for any of them.

Natalia then descends upon me, slapping me everywhere she can reach. I’m hit over and over again, and I’m even scratched a few times. I don’t make a sound, and I don’t move. I take what she dishes out; maybe I deserve it. I hear a noise behind me. “Get off my daddy! Stop hitting him!” The assault stops, and I look up at Natalia. She’s looking at Cooper with remorse all over her face. She backs up slowly while Cooper runs over to me. He throws himself on me and wraps his arms around my neck.

“Natalia…” she shakes her head and runs out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you okay, daddy?” I look down at Cooper and wipe a tear away.

“I’m fine, champ. I promise.” I’m not fine because I’m pretty sure I just lost a friend.