Charmed By A Steel City Hustler
Chapter 2 — How It All Began

Lois:

Six Months Ago.

"Adonis, I am sick of this shit! Every other weekend it is the same thing a case this, client that. You care more about that company than me," I yelled through my phone. Adonis had been tapped a year ago to be in the running for partner since

a senior member had passed away. I was excited for my husband given this was a great opportunity for him, well us. I had been a legal assistant at his firm for two years now, working with the lower associates. For the past six months, he lived and breathed at that firm, barely coming home or spending any time with me. I had also heard water cooler rumors that he was sleeping with one of his clients. I never let the gossip bother me until his ass stopped coming home on the weekends.

"Lois, what the hell do you want me to do? This is big for me; I worked my whole life to get here. I'm not going to take a break because my wife wants to act like a child."

"A child you are unbelievable. When was the last time we did anything together? Hell, when was the last time we made love? I'm talking about longer than a morning quickie in the shower that you could barely get excited for." "Oh, so now you wanna say I don't satisfy you? Well just pull out all that raunchy shit you keep in the bottom nightstand drawer to satisfy your horny nympho ass!"

Adonis slammed the phone down in my ear. I wanted to cry, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. This sitting at home waiting on a man routine was not me, and I was over it. I showered and threw on a purple peplum dress with the six- inch stiletto heels to match. My hair was fresh in the Senegalese twists my little cousin put in. I pulled the top portion into a ball on my head and let the back hang free.

I walked out to my car with no destination in sight and hopped in peeling out on to the roadway. The drive was serene as there were few cars out, and the weather was decent. I saw the sign for Bash's Bar and decided to pull over. Sebastian, the owner, was my sister Lola's husband of the last two years, she met him at this bar, I think.

I always figured he was into illegal business given his style and constant slang speech. Bash was 6'2 caramel, muscles, and all kinds of artwork adorned his body. Lola had picked a winner, and a part of me envied that. He doted on her and gave her the world.

Lola took it all and flaunted that shit for those she considered haters. The bar had a nice vibe to it, live DJ and the crowd seemed to be a mix of all incomes. I took a seat on a high stool and ordered a double shot of Hennessey on the rocks. "That's a strong ass drink for such a small woman."

I heard Bash say from the other end of the bar. He walked over and told the bartender that he would serve me. I rolled my eyes because the last thing I wanted was another man telling me what to do or how to feel. "I am a paying customer and not in the mood for any crap. So, serve me what I requested, or I can go elsewhere," I said in a harsh but firm tone. Bash started busting out laughing, I must have missed the joke.

"Wow, sweetheart is that your upset tone? You need to loosen up, there is no need to be making threats. You are family and I would never send you away. Seems like you are going through it, so the bottle is on me tonight. Under one condition you hand over those keys. I will take you home tonight."

His smile was so beautiful, I handed them over in exchange for the first of many shots. Four hours later my head was floating from the brown cognac coursing through my veins. I had spilled my guts to Bash about my fight with Adonis. How he was a neglectful workaholic. A prick that cared only about his image and landing big cases. Bash listened and laughed when my 'posh tone' as he called it kicked in. He said I was too well spoken and needed to let my inner black person out. Who says stuff like that to people? What the hell is an inner black person?

The clock read 1:30 a.m. Last call, and the waiters started herding all the patrons out. Bash had logged out the register and notified the bartender to finish up. I stood up and felt like I was flying and ended up tumbling backward into Bash's awaiting arms. He smiled and picked me up bridal style and took me through the back door and up a pair of steps.

I was so dizzy from all the alcohol and bouncing up the steps I felt my stomach turning. He opened the door to what looked like a studio apartment. The urge to purge came flooding up my throat, and I quickly hopped out of his arms. "Down the hall to the left. Yo don't throw up all over my floor woman."

He yelled from behind me laughing, I couldn't even give a response. I emptied my stomach contents into the toilet bowl, then dry heaved for a few seconds. The last time I was this drunk was at a college party with my roommate. Standing up I looked through the medicine cabinet and found a new toothbrush to clean my mouth out.

The simple act of brushing my teeth was a challenge. This would be the last time I got shit-faced like this again. The room across from me had a bed that was calling my name I took three steps into it and let my body fall into the thick comforter. The warmth was so welcoming that sleep was going to take me in no time.

"I'm charging your ass a fee for being in my shit tonight. Starting rate is 59.95 gorgeous."

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I heard from behind me in a deep sexy voice. I rolled over to see Bash standing over me. He was in a white tank and pair of sweatpants that let all his glory be seen. He caught me staring and chuckled to himself. How embarrassing was that; the liquor had gotten the best of me.

"Aye, you are looking pretty hard there Lo. Let me replace out you got a hard-on for thug fools."

My face must have turned fifty shades of red, because he burst into a fit of laughter. To the point, tears were coming from his eyes. I was so ashamed regardless of my altered state of mind right now. Here I was drunk, emotional, and lusting after my sisters' husband. He said it was okay and came to sit next to my body.

That was entirely too close for my liking. I sat up to face him. My head started spinning again, and I leaned down into my palms. A few tears left my eyes as I relived the events of today. Here I was imposing on this man when I should be at home cutting up Adonis' favorite suit for payback on his selfish ass.

"Thank you for being a gentleman, Sebastian. I really needed this night to let my hair down."

I didn't finish my sentence as he pressed his lips to mine. Confusion fell over me as he pulled me closer, grabbing my right breast, and caressed it softly. I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to invade and explore with mine. He aggressively pushed me down and slipped in between my thighs.

"We can't! I love my husband, and you love Lola."

I managed to say and push him up from my face. He smiled down at me and spoke in a low, breathy voice.

"You need to feel affection tonight, and I got some pent-up frustration. Let's just be what each other needs in the moment for now. We can worry about the rest in the morning."

With that our torrid affair was born. Bash fucked me all night in every position imaginable, and he was not slow with it like Adonis. He was a pure animal with his lovemaking. He pounded my body roughly while kissing every inch of it. He licked from my toes all the way up to my forehead.

All the inner areas were thoroughly lashed by his wicked tongue game that had me crying out for mercy. I never had a man eat my pussy while suspended in mid-air. I found out that I was very flexible that night. Bash talked so dirty that I was feeling like a porno star. He had me speaking another language, and cumming at his will. I woke up the next day with not an ounce of guilt, but a new lease on life.

"Lois, do you hear me talking to you honey? Where are the multigrain cheerios at?"

Adonis was saying from the other side of the kitchen. I had zoned out on his voice when he started to complain about how last night could have gone better. He was never satisfied with anything that did not fully focus on him. Last night two people from the firm were celebrated, and he hated sharing the spotlight.

"Adonis, I made a grand buffet for breakfast, got up early to do it, and you want cold cereal?"

"Oh, please you are always up before Jesus and the Mexicans, pretending to exercise. You should go to the gym those home videos are not working at all. I am still stuffed from that gourmet food last night. A quick bowl of oats and coffee is just fine."

"Unbelievable!"

I yelled at him slamming the plate of food into the sink along with everything else. I had slaved over the hot ass stove to make. That food last night was flavorless, and the portion size was fit for a toddler.

Adonis yelled for me to come back and act like an adult, talk to him. I continued up the steps to grab my briefcase and purse for work. The sound of his hard bottom shoes could be heard behind me, and then his voice boomed through our bedroom.

"What the fuck has gotten into you lately Lois? Are you going through one of those midlife crisis things? You have been emotional and irrational. You barely interacted with anyone last night outside of Sebastian."

"You son of a...I am only 27, but since we're taking pot shots at one another. Are you going through one? Because your penis has the lifespan of a 70-year-old man! And those shoes are brand-the-fuck old from last season."

I finished collecting my work items and walked out the room. This routine was getting old, and I was tired of it. My marriage was turning into a sitcom. Where the audience would laugh at the scene we just acted out. By the final five Adonis and I would make up and be happy go lucky again. This was not television, and wiggly my nose like Samantha from Bewitched would not make everything better.