Deadbeat Mother

Getting Dressed

~Steven~

When I left Natalia’s place, I went straight to the house we were staying at. I took a long shower, scrubbing away any lingering scent from Natalia. I knew Neela wouldn’t be there because her photoshoot would start early. I knew I needed to be there.

My intention was to make my presence known. Clearly, my men weren’t enough to keep that i***t in check. With him running to my dad for every little thing, I felt that I needed to be around. I dare him to run to Dad again. I plan to have words with him, but I will wait until the job is finished.

The Uber drops me off at the pier, and I check my surroundings. Everyone is on the move, getting ready to get this shoot done. I don’t see my wife or Natalia. I know she’ll be here, but I also know that she knows how to be discreet. It isn’t that I’m afraid of Neela finding out that I was with her. I just don’t feel like going through the motions with her; what I do is none of her business.

I hear a truck start up and turn in the direction of the sound. I squint and can see that piece of s**t is in the driver’s seat. I look around, but I don’t see my wife anywhere. That’s a good thing, but it doesn’t tell me she had no contact with him. If I find out they spoke, I will pull her from this s**tshow right now, my father be damned.

I know Neela was supposed to be in some dressing tent; my men texted me. He wasn’t coming from the tent, so that’s a good sign. As I approach the tent, I see Natalia up ahead. She’s staring off into space with a solemn look on her face. I’m not interested in her issues at the moment; I need to make sure my wife remembered her place.

I walk into the tent, and Neela stands with her back toward me. I grab her wrist and spin her around. I smash my lips onto hers and push my tongue into her mouth. She tastes sweet as always, and there isn’t a change to her taste. That tells me that she’s kept her mouth to herself. I’ll have to check the rest of her at home. If her p***y doesn’t mold around my d**k, we have a problem.

I remove my mouth from hers and pull back to look at her. She’s gorgeous as ever, and her makeup just enhances her beauty. I run a hand down her face; her skin is warm and soft. “Hello, my wife. I’m glad I got here in time to watch your photoshoot.” She smiles slightly and rubs my arm.

Neela walks behind a curtain, and I follow her. I stand next to the curtain and cross my arms. She’s straightening the clothes on the hanger, and then she turns to me. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m just going to change into this outfit if you want to wait out there.” I feel my jaw tick slightly. Why is she trying to get rid of me? What doesn’t she want me to see?

“I’m good here.” Neela looks like she wants to respond, but she holds her tongue, knowing better than to talk back. She turns her back to me, and her arms move in front of her. I walk behind her and run my hands down her arms. I remove the robe ties that she holds in each hand. I push the robe off her shoulders and run my hands down her back. She shivers in pleasure, and I love it. It could also be fear, which I love just as much.

I look down at her body, checking for any sign that someone has touched what’s mine. “I….I really need to get changed.” I sigh and continue running my hands and fingers over her body.

“I’m going to help you.” I trail my hands up her neck and over her chin.

“I’m okay, Steven. I can do it.” I grip her chin tightly and push her head back. Her eyes hold the level of fear that I love to see.

“I SAID I’m going to help you. I didn’t ask if that was what you wanted. Do you understand?” She whimpers and shakes her head. I tighten my grip slightly.

“Yyyes.” I let go of her chin, not wanting to risk a mark.

“Good girl.” I grab the hanger and start to take the clothes off to put on her body. Neela cooperates, lifting limbs as needed. We don’t speak, but we don’t need to. I just need to make sure that she’s untouched. “Did you see him?” Neela doesn’t respond, so I move my hand down her backside. I use my thumb and pointer finger and get a chunk of her ass between them. I squeeze, and she flinches. “Did you see him?” I let go so she could answer.

“Ssssee wwhhhooo?” I rub my cheek down her head until my mouth is at her ear.

“Did you see that b***h you left for me?” Neela’s eyes turn to me, and I take her features in.

“No. Why would I want to?” I look at her, waiting for her eyes to tell me she’s lying, but nothing’s there. I finish dressing her like the doll she can be.

“Oh…I’m sorry to interrupt.” I look up and see Mia looking between us. I give her a smile, but I don’t get one in return. I’m sure she’s trying to save face in front of Neela, so I let it go. I zip Neela up and push her forward a bit.

“It’s okay, we have just finished. I will leave you two to finish getting ready.” I kiss Neela’s head while keeping my eyes on Mia. She shifts on her feet and looks down. I’m sure that I’m getting to her. I step away and leave the women to finish.

~Mia~

I didn’t expect to see him today. I didn’t want to see him at all. He had his hands all over Neela, but she looked more frightened than anything else. I have no idea what I interrupted, but I’m worried for my friend. Now that I know what I know and I saw what I saw, I’m very worried about her well-being.

Steven walks past me, and I swear he purposely brushes up against me. I’m not a vain person, but I know what I know. I ignore him and keep my eyes on Neela. As soon as he leaves the area, I rush to her and grab her hand. “Are you okay?” Neela nods, but she doesn’t look okay. I say nothing but continue to help her dress.

We step from behind the curtain, and Neela sits in the seat to allow the makeup artists to finish her look. My heart breaks for her; I wish I could help her get out of this life. I would never have guessed she was going through so much. She is the quietest, sweetest person I’ve ever met. She treats everyone as if they are made of gold, and I treasure the time we’ve spent together. I’m so grateful that I can call her my boss. I just need to find a way to help her other than keeping her secrets. I need to help her get out. Nokio pops his head in and greets us. An idea is starting to form in my head, and he may be the person to help me.