Chapter Three - Juicy Fruit

Yolande was sweet and treated him like he was her equal and shared her most intimate thoughts with him. Her marriage was a sham and she wanted intimacy and love with a real live person and not a virtual husband. Her sex drive was at its peak and vibrators and dildos did not do the trick. After twenty odd years of marriage, she did not want more money she needed passionate love, intimacy and rigorous sex. Jason was slowly falling for Yolande and the age difference made no difference to him as in public he remembered his station in life. Their secret was safe with him, but it made his stomach dip and roll each time her heard her talking to her husband knowing fully well that she was living a double life with him as her accomplice.

Yolande had transferred funds to his account so that he could pay down on an apartment in Short wood it would be their secret spot, finally he was able to move out from the clutches of the ghetto and live somewhere that was respectable. Sugar momma or cougar, he never had a problem as when he was around Yolande the world was at peace. It never mattered that he was a guy from the innercity; he was now an uptown guy dating a more mature woman who needed what he had.

Jason had one problem. He had money, a car, a house uptown and a rich woman who pampered him while fulfilling his innermost dreams, however, it had to be kept secret. The one person who he wanted to tell was his best friend, but he had to keep the secret and it gnawed at his conscience.

Sienta just hung up the phone from talking to her daddy and her anxiety to express the news she just heard was bubbling over. She needed to share her excitement on the great news with her best friend.

"Jason, I have big news and I can't wait to see the look on mummy's face when she hears that my daddy will be coming home for good."

As the last word left her lips and slapped his ears Jason' stomach went weak and queasy. His dolly house was about to come tumbling down. What would he do he had fallen madly in love with Yolande he lived in her honey hole more than a crab lived in his own hole. Their love nest was the escape from the real world. His last thought before he fell asleep at nights was Yolande Alexander and she was the first thing on his mind when he woke up in the morning.

She had even told him that she loved him last night and that her period was strangely late. How could this be happening to him for the first time in his life he was happy and got a glimpse of heaven? All this would have been lost upon the return of Sir Roger. After all the money was Yolande's and he had her heart, body and was in inches of having her soul. His seed was now beating within her womb.

Nobody was going to take that away from him. After all, Sienta would just have to accept it and move on with her life. She would have to accept the fact that he would likely become her stepfather once her daddy was dead. Did he just think that? he asked himself. Dead…was he really so far gone he was imagining Roger's death? Even worse could he do anything that would cause it? Did he love her that much or was this an obsession? His head and his conscience were in a constant quarrel and this time it was two heads against one conscience. Cold sweat washed his body at the thought of what he had to do to secure his dream.

Meanwhile in another part of town

Sienta Alexander was waiting impatiently to be picked up. She tapped her red heels impatiently as she waited on Jason. He was late but he had sent a text saying he was ten minutes away. Sienta hated waiting, she had been catered to all her life and she saw no reason to wait on anyone or anything. She always got what she wanted. Except for one thing. Sienta wanted to be free of the expectations that her parents had for life. She was expected to marry up in life and arrangements were far advanced in finalising negotiations with the prospective groom's family. As far as her mother was concerned at 22 years old, life was not about love, it was a business to ensure financial stability and acceptance in the upper echelons of the society. Love and companionship could always be bought later. Even though she felt empty inside when she thought about the trajectory of her life, at least she had Jason cater to her every whim and fancy which was her only comfort.

What else was there in life anyway? Not much according to her mother. She recalled her mother telling her about God and that if she drank the water that he provided she would not thirst again. However, in her mind that was for the poor and the old and she had many years before she could be called old, and she certainly was not poor. She shifted from one foot to the other and sighed. Her mother was a piece of work. That woman was like a barracuda shark. She was nothing like her and never would be. Right now she was probably sipping a chardonnay by the pool.

Somewhere across town

Yolande eased back in her lounge chair. She raised a glass of wine to her lips and delicately sipped. She glanced at a picture of Sienta on the bureau and sighed. She was such a lovely young woman. She had her mother's inherent sexiness and her father's classic good looks. Any man would be proud to have her by his side.

Yolande had drummed it in Sienta's brain from an early age that life was for living comfortably. The only thing that guaranteed comfort was money and that was only followed by status. Therefore, this marriage between Sienta and the heir of the Juicy Juice Company would solidify the Alexander name and set the foundations for generations to come. Later in life Sienta could acquire her own toy boy. Yolande had done all the hard work and had caught the big fish and now it was up to Sienta to build on her hard work.

That silly girl was always talking nonsense about marrying for love and having principles and Yolande could not understand what had changed in her daughter over the past two years. If she only knew half the sacrifices that Yolande had to make for Sienta to keep such a privileged life.

Yolande had prostituted her body for a young boy from the ghetto and let him believe that she cared about him. The coup de grace was convincing him that she was pregnant and she wanted to leave Roger and start afresh with vim, vigour and vitality.

She could not understand what was so wrong in benefiting for some strong vigorous sex while counting or watching the bank account grow. After all Roger had been nagging her about wanting to retire and enjoy the fruits of his hard work. The hours had been taking a toll on his body and he was diagnosed with a mystery illness that would be costly to treat. Fortunately, she had taking out the mortgage on the house in Miami in his name, as well as the US $1,000,000.00 insurance policy on him a year ago without his knowledge. She needed to set the stage and ensure that Jason felt he had a chance of living happily ever after with her and her hard-earned money.

If anything happened to Roger, she knew she would be fine financially for the rest of her life. As long as she had money, she would always be able to afford anything else. Her face and body would be the subject of sculpting and relaxation and men where always falling for a pretty face and a hot sexy body. Men like Jason were a dime a dozen and she had more than enough dimes to last more than one lifetime especially if Roger departed this life.

Dubai – in a hotel room

Roger stood and looked at the Dubai skyline but he wasn't really seeing the buildings at all. Instead, in his mind's eye he saw his home back in Kingston. He wanted to be home with his wife and daughter who he loved dearly. Being a virtual husband and father was not what he wanted, but he had to give in to his wife's wishes to have Sienta schooled overseas. It was extremely expensive to maintain and therefore the job in Dubai was a godsend.

He was a man who had made well his relationship with his maker and ensured that he prayed and worshipped his God. He had put the past behind him and had felt forgiven for the things he did in the past to provide a livelihood for a young ambitious wife.

Working in Dubai, as a white man, a Christian and a foreigner, ensured that he would be treated differently from those who were Muslims or had their roots in Dubai. He was often lonely and relied on reading his bible and making video calls but that wife of his was always busy and occupied with some new cause. His contract would expire in another two months, and he would surprise his wife with his decision. He told his princess Sienta that he was coming home but he had neglected to tell her when. He felt a little guilty based on the lies he had told Yolande. He had said to her that he was diagnosed with a mystery illness, he was healthy as a horse but was homesick and he longed to be with his wife in a biblical sense.

He read the book of Solomon and pictured in his mind the things he wanted to do to her and she was nice enough to send him the picture when she was by the pool topless. Her eyes seemed so seductive and reminded him of her bedroom eyes after they had just made love and she wanted another round of hard sex. The only thing that concerned him was that he glimpsed the leg of a dark man in shorts in the background.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he wondered why Yolande was topless at the pool at the same time when the pool man was servicing it. He knew she was a hedonist but there was a knot in his stomach. He gave himself a mental shake. He could not let those seeds of doubt sprout in his mind. Just remembering that picture made him shift uncomfortably in his seat and he unconsciously reached down and adjusted his pants. That picture had helped him out a lot on those lonely nights when the urge to have female company was too strong to bear. Even from 12,000 miles away Yolande was making him cum and now that it would soon be a reality, he could not wait to feel her in his arms and to kiss those plump lips.

Meanwhile back at the house in Kingston

The pieces of puzzle were slowly coming together for Seinta. She had observed her mother hugging Jason by the pool deck this morning and it seemed as if the hug lingered for a while.

She wondered what the devil was going on in Roger Alexander's house!

She swore under her breath.

Dad had been gone for two years and her mother was no slouch and liked to be entertained by the opposite sex, but of all the men why Jason?

Her thoughts whirled around and around in her head until she decided that she had to confront Jason about it once and for all. Storming into the staff quarters, she stamped her feet loudly as she approached where she was sure she would find Jason.

"Jason!"

Her voice sounded extremely strained as she tried to ensure that he could hear the anger in her voice.

The water in the shower was running and the acoustics in the bathroom was poor, so Sienta's voice was drowned out. To make things worse, he was singing at the top of his voice.

What the hell is he deaf? Sienta thought as she heard the strains of 'Nuff gal' song coming from the staff shower.

Sienta did not care about the fact that she was about to invade Jason's privacy, as she had a burning concern that was potentially a threat to what she knew as a happy home. Plus, there was a tinge of curiosity to see what was so special about the man she had heard so many whispers about from her girlfriends on the party circuit.