Chapter Four- The Shower

The shower enclosure was frosted but she could see the outline of a tall, athletic black man. The anger she felt had seemed to have dulled the sense of decency that she was brought up to have. Yanking the shower door open, she felt the spray of warm water on her face and wiped her face. Startled, Jason yelped and jumped as he hit his head on the showerhead.

"Sienta what the hell are you doing in the shower? Can I please have some privacy? What the hell could be so damned important Sienta that you have to invade the shower?" he mumbled as he rubbed his sore head.

Sienta fumed and shouted.

"What the hell is happening between you and my mother?"

She felt the natural urge to look downwards and was trying hard to resist, but one little peek would not hurt she thought but the rage she felt restrained her and she held his gaze. Without missing a beat Jason turned around slowly to face Sienta. He was unashamed of his nakedness of the fact that he was in a state of arousal. He purposefully held her gaze and pulled her eyes downwards until he felt the burn of her eyes on his engorged shaft and then he deliberately asked after a little pause,

"What were you saying again Sienta?"

"Shaving cream."

She took a long hard swallow. Her colour changed from red to purple to white. Jason knew he had disarmed her. How the hell can one man be that loaded and keep that secret from her all these years. She was embarrassed and Jason upon realising reached for his towel to cover his toned structure he said in a quiet voice,

"Sienta, nothing is happening between your mother and me. However, I must say we have become good friends."

He knew he was lying but he did not want to make a bad situation worse, and he watched her face to see if she bought the line hook and sinker. However, she had on her poker face.

She mulled over his response and spat in his face.

"You're taking me for an idiot I have seen the body language between the two of you."

He felt butterflies in his stomach, and it was as if his blood got hot.

"Sienta," he stuttered as he wiped the spit from his face and reached out to touch her shoulder with his other hand. The towel slowly fell to the floor.

"It just happened Sienta. It was never planned, nor did I go out of my way and chase her. What did you expect me to do? Could I have simply come and tell you that I got involved with your mother?"

"Jason, my mother is old enough to be your own mother. There is no explanation that you could provide that could make me feel satisfied. How could you Jason? How could you really do that? What about my father what happens if he finds out?"

Jason remained silent.

"What about us, Jason?"

His mouth fell open in shock.

"Us?"

"Yes, Jason, because for years we have been friends and the attraction was natural."

"Sienta, I never knew I had a chance of a snowball in hell."

"Well, it's too late Jason, I want you to leave and leave tonight."

"You're crazy Sienta. I am not going to leave just like that. This is bigger than you and I. How can I walk away from all of this that I've worked so hard to build?"

"What the hell are you talking about Jason? You are our bloody driver the blood hired help. What have you built?"

The words cut deep in Jason's soul and tears came to his eyes, he could not believe the vile and contempt that Sienta was displaying towards him. He narrowed his eyes and in cold anger he responded with a voice that could slice through her disgust.

"Anyway, Ms Alexander, you were not the one who hired me and there is no way you can terminate me."

As he walked away his tight, firm posterior caught her eyes and she muttered,

"What a waste Jason. You are a damn gold digger and my mother was an old misguided cougar trying to desperately stay young. By the way Jason, I've changed the locks on the apartment in Shortwood. Your clothes are at the security posts in plastic bags."

Those words stopped him in his tracks and every sinew of muscle stood up in his arms and his fists clenched tight. What do I do with the body if I snapped her neck right here and now? He thought in a chilly, flash of anger. Then he realised where her anger was coming from and the love that they always shared flowed back in his veins and the tension left his body. He took a breath before he answered,

"Sienta, you're angry and you are evidently not thinking straight. In the morning we will talk this through as reasonable people," he said quietly.

He had fallen for Yolande and had reaped the benefits of the hard work and had placed his conscience on pause, being patient and was not about to let Sienta or anybody else sabotage his dreams. He needed to speak with Yolande to determine his next move and he wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. So, what if Mr Alexander wanted to come home?

There was no need for any great excitement there was always room for two men in Yolande's life. Yolande had taught him so much in the short time and had made him realise what he had been missing out on all this time. The love and care displayed by a mature woman could not be matched by young girls that he had ever encountered, plus she had the financial resources that made him even happier.

The attraction that he had for Sienta was purely curiosity mixed with a little lust. The morning could not come fast enough as he dozed off to sleep the look on Sienta's face was priceless though when she looked at his love stick. A smile crept across his face as he closed his eyes.

It was a hard decision to make but confrontation was the only language that Yolande Alexander could understand at this time in her life, she had everything else that a woman her age would want. The solid, oak door did not stop the fiery, young Alexander who pushed her way into the master bedroom of the Alexander mansion. She stormed across the bamboo, parquet floor and looked with disgust as her mother slept serenely in the king-sized bed.

"Mom, wake up, wake up mummy."

She tugged at the comforter that embraced her mother's body. The climate control in the room was amazing and as the morning sun eased through the curtains, the heat that it attempted to provide the room was weak, so it still felt cool and cozy. She watched as her mother's eye lids fluttered open and took time to focus as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Sienta, what is it so important that you are waking me up at 8:30 a.m. on a Friday morning?"

"Well, you have a lot of explaining to do, I found out that you and Jason has been having an affair. Daddy is coming home after two years overseas and worse you are planning a weekend in Negril with Jason. How could you Mummy? I am sure Daddy has made a huge sacrifice working so far away from home and gave you everything you have around you. Then you proceed to cheat on him with a boy that could have been your son. I am ashamed of you Mummy."

"My child I am sorry you feel this way and right now you are thinking that your Mummy is a whore and the worst kind of scum, however, there are many things in life that you just would not understand. You were born with a gold spoon in your mouth and everything that you ever wanted was provided to you on a gold platter, your first taste of drugs, sex on the beach in Hellshire was all a part of you becoming a woman. Yes, I allowed those things to happen while your father had gone off to chase the windmills like Don Quote. Sure, I am wrong to have gotten involved with a man half my age, but what should I have done gone to church and become president of the women's fellowship and let cobwebs grow? Hell no. My husband knew the risks when he was signing the contract to take that job in Dubai. I told him I was not sure I could stay faithful for so long and he promised to be home every six months, but each time it was one excuse after another. His life centred around you Sienta to make sure that you get the best in life.

Yet, all you do since you have been back is to troll the party scenes and have fun, Grow up Sienta, life will not be so simple after this, get a job and stop believing that the sun sets on you. How do you know what your father has been up to in Dubai? Yes, I am wrong and may be condemned for the choices that I've made, but I will be damned if I allow you to come into my bedroom in my house and dictate any terms and conditions to me. Get the hell out of my room and get a job you spoiled little bitch."

"I don't care what you have done with your body, Mummy but the money that you took and bought that apartment in Shortwood belongs to Daddy and therefore mine and I made sure to change the locks."

The comforter was thrown on the floor beside the bed, the yellow teddy clung to Yolande's body and left very little to the imagination of her curves and her ebony-coloured skin was free from pimples or dimples.

"Listen to me you little spoilt wretch don't you ever interfere with things that do not concern you. Do you think the little karate bullshit that you and Jason do can stop me from beating the day light out of you little girl? Come out of my house now. Any how I find you in this house in an hour it is the undertaker that will be removing your body."

The white, bedside table contained the pearl handled .380 pistol and Yolande's hand gripped the handle and pointed it towards Sienta's head.

"Get out and don't set foot in here ever again, where is the respect and the honour you should have for your mother and father?"

"How can I respect you Mummy? You are willing to throw me out in the street because I confronted you about your affair with Jason?"

"It is very simple Sienta, my roof, my rules and besides two bulls cannot rule in the same pen and since you felt you have enough 'cohones' to come into my bedroom to verbally assault me it means you are no longer welcomed here. If you also believe that running to Daddy will solve your problem, think again. I will transfer three hundred thousand dollars to your account and Jason will drop you to a hotel before he returns to carry me on my weekend."

Seinta was shocked at her mother's response but believed in the sanctity of marriage and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. In the twinkling of an eye her entire world had changed. The life that she had grown up in was on the verge of being thrown behind her and having to fend for herself with the gold spoon yanked from her mouth by the very woman who helped to place the spoon in her clutches. In her mind principle won over practicality and she would survive based on the knowledge that she had garnered in her education and those principles were drilled into her by her father.