A New Toy (16 page)

As I collapsed in total nirvana, surrender and exhaustion, he resurfaced from between my thighs with a big sexy grin on his face. “Call your boss back and then meet me in the room.” He said as he retrieved my phone from the large end table.

“What? You're not going to...”

“No. Call your boss back first. I'd hate for you to get fired because of me. We can finish this later.”

“Fuck that job! Fuck him and fuck that! We need to finish what you just started.”

“I thought I just did.” He laughed as he put the phone in my hand before running off upstairs.

“Oh my God! This fuckin man is going to make me quit my fuckin job if I keep fucking around with him.” I remarked as I looked down to make sure that my pussy was still intact. Rubbing it briskly to see if it was still alive I concluded that it was a little dazed and confused but still very much alive, functional and extremely fuckin happy. Dazed and confused or not we both agreed on one damn thing. Nothing or no one could pry us away from the good, good loving of that magnificent man, not even my dumb ass boss or that shitty ass Public Defenders job that I both loved and loathed.

After finally regaining my ability to simultaneously think and speak, I returned my boss' call. “Hi this is Zatoya Waters. I'm returning a call from Walter Warfield.”

“Hey Toy. It's Becky. I heard you had a nasty accident on Christmas Eve. Are you okay?” His secretary asked.

“Hi Becky. Yeah I'm a lot better. Thanks for asking.”

“Glad to hear that. Hold tight I'll get Walt.”

Minutes later my boss, Walter Warfield a tough old bird with a soft heart picked up the phone. “Hi Toy. Happy Holidays!”

“Happy Holidays to you too Walt.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better, thanks.”

“Good, because the District Attorney's office wants to meet to discuss the Steve Madison case before it goes to trial.”

“Steve Madison... What do they want to discuss? Are they offering a deal?”

“Toy, I don't know. All I know is that they're making a onetime offer and they want to meet with you today.”

“Walt it's New Year's Eve and I'm off. I made plans for tonight.”

“I know and I hate to ask you to, but you need to come in and handle this. You're the only one that's versed enough on the case to take care of this. You know I wouldn't ask you to unless I had no other choice. So meet me here for a briefing at two.”

“Okay. I'll be there.” I reluctantly agreed.

After hanging up the phone I realized that the Fairy Tale was now over. Sucked back into the turmoil of my oh so shitty, pre Logic life I realized that I had to leave Logic to go to fuckin work.

“This is bullshit!” I screamed.

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I entered the bedroom to find Logic in the shower. Frustrated that I didn't really have time to join him I set on the bed and tried to find a way to tell him that I had to go. In retrospect it really wouldn't have been hard to do if he wasn't so damn good and hard all of the damn time. Oh yeah and if I ironically had not just told him that I was about to take all my shit and run.

Too pressed for time to wait my turn in the shower I decided to go to another master suite to shower. The feminine decor was breathtakingly beautiful, but the new designer clothes that hung in the closet were awe inspiring. Dresses, suits, evening gowns, jeans, coats, bags and even shoes- new with price tags still on them, filled the giant walk in closet. Incredibly they were all my size. There's a God and he loves me. Oh my God here it comes and there it goes, orgasm number four.

“What the fuck!” I gasped.

“Oh yeah, those are yours too. Pick out what you want and I'll donate the rest to charity.” Logic's deep voice nonchalantly responded.

“Logic are you serious?”

“Don't start Toy... You promised.”

“I know but this is way too...”

“Zatoya Waters... Stop! Take what you want and give the rest away.” Logic insisted as he continued to towel himself dry without a care in the world.

“Alright. I'm not even going to go there, right now, but...”

“Then don't.” Logic abruptly interrupted. “What did your boss want?” He asked as he tied the towel around his waist and set on the gigantic California King size sleigh bed.

“Oh yeah.” I sighed. “I got to go back to DC.”

“For how long? What's wrong?”

“I have to meet with the prosecutor of an important case that I'm working on. She's offering a onetime only deal for a client of mine that could really use a break. I'm the only one that knows the case well enough to broker a good deal. So I have to take the meeting.”

“How long is it going to take?” He asked a little disappointed.

“See that's the thing.” I hesitated. “The meeting will be over and done no later than six, but...”

“But what?”

“The Mayor's Holiday Ball is tonight and I have to attend.” I waited for a response, but Logic didn't offer one. “So, I'm not sure if I'll be up for a drive to Baltimore after that. I don't really want to go but I have to.”

“So, you're not coming back to Baltimore tonight.”

“No, I don't see how I can.”

“Alright, I needed to talk to you about something anyway, so we might as well do it now.”

Instantly something or someone sucked the air out of my chest as I realized that this man was about to dump me on my ass. “Look Logic it is what it is and it was what it was. You don't owe me any long drawn out bullshit that goes, 'It's not you. It's me. You're great. I'm just too damaged to be in a relationship, so soon.' So just save it. I don't need it and I sure as hell don't want to hear it.”

“I see you unpacked Crazy Ass Lady again.” Logic laughed. “I thought we agreed to leave her ass in a box beneath the Christmas tree until next year. Damn!”

“You're the crazy ass one Logic, if you think I'm giving you any of this shit you gave me back after you dump me like seven day old garbage. Fuck that!” I retaliated.

“Calm down and listen. Nobody is dumping anybody. If you had just let me talk you would have found that that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You're not trying to dump me?” I asked confused.

“Why the hell would I do that?” Logic asked as he pulled me on the bed beside him and kissed me on my frontal lobe. “Zatoya, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you.”

“Then what did you want to talk about?” I asked relieved, but confused.

“I need to talk to you about Nakeisha”

“What about her?”

“Wow this is hard.” Logic hesitated.

“What did you kill her and make a dress out of her skin? You can tell me. I won't be mad. Hell, I'm glad the bitch is gone.” I teased.

Logic laughed as he summoned up the courage to say what he had to say. “Okay, here we go. The truth is that Nakeisha is actually the rebound chick. We've been hanging out for a long time in Vegas while I waited for my girl in Baltimore to make up her mind what or should I say who she wanted to do.”

Realizing that I was now the rebound chick’s, rebound affair I decided to remain absolutely silent and still or else I would prematurely tick off and beat Logic's bitch ass for getting me caught up in all of this bullshit!

“So, basically I was going to ask Nakeisha to marry me after my girl in Baltimore got engaged and married. Honestly the only reason I even planned to ask her was because she had been down for me. She put up with a lot of shit with me behind this girl. Nakeisha knew about us, but she just dealt with it, because she loved me. So I guess Mookey was just her way of coping with my Humpty Dumpy sitting on the fence bullshit. The betrayal hurt me more than anything. I'm cool with them hooking up. Actually they're both hood rats by nature, so they are perfect for each other.”

“So what does this have to do with me?”

“Everything, I just want you to know that I don't need to get over Nakeisha because I really wasn't that invested in her. I love her as a friend, but...”

“Well what about the other girl? Are you over her?”

“Honestly Toy, I'm not one hundred percent there, but I'm getting there. I've loved Mye Queen since I was twelve. And we've been on again and off again since we were sixteen. We just couldn't seem to keep it together. Now that she's married and pregnant I have to face the fact that she's finally moved on. And I think I'm finally ready to do the same.”

“So you still call her your queen? What's that shit about? How can you even be close to getting over her?”

“Oh no, you don't understand. Her name is Mye Queen. You know, first name Mye- like my with a silent e and last name Queen. Everyone just calls her Queen.”

“Oh I get it. So why are you telling me this now. Considering the fact that you've just made me the secondhand rebound chick.”

“Actually, that clears you of all rebound status, as Nakeisha was the real rebound chick. You're really my first chance at finding true love.”

“What?”

“Queen's happily married and due to have a baby in a few months. You and I are having an amazing time connecting, getting to know each other and don't even get me started on the sex. I'm not ready for this to end.”

“I still don't get what you're talking about?” I asked confused.

“Baltimore is my hometown, but I live in Vegas. My life, my career and everything that I am is attached to Vegas. My dad passed away a little while ago, but my mom's still here. I have some good friends here too. And yes, before you even ask, of course Queen is one. I bought this house to stay in when I visited my family and friends, but Zatoya I live in Vegas.”

“So what are you trying to say, Logic?”

“I'm not trying to say anything. What I'm trying to ask you is, “Do you think you can practice law in Vegas?”

Stunned I was absolutely speechless. And anybody who knows me would tell you that, that was a damn miracle. I'm an attorney, a damn good one I might add. Hell, I always have something to say at any given moment.

“I didn't want to spring it on you so soon, but I can't even conceive of not sleeping in your arms tonight. FYI, that shit's not going to happen. I'll get us a limo, we'll go to Washington to your job, to your house, to your party and where ever the fuck else you need to go. But I am not going to be without you tonight or any other night if I don’t have to.

Overwhelmed, I jumped in Logic’s arms and kissed his mouth hard. “That's the most romantic thing anybody has ever said to me.”

“So, you'll think about it?”

“Yes, I'll think about it.” I nodded as I wiped tears that leaked uncontrollably from the corners of my eyes.

I arrived at my office just a little before two. After reviewing the case file I briefed Walt and two other Public Defenders about the case. Satisfied that we were ready to entertain any offer from the DA's office that would keep my client out of jail I confidently waited for Sally Rogers, the Assistant District Attorney handling the case.

Dressed in one of my many new designer suits I looked and felt like a million dollar bill. Trust me, after looking at the price tags on those clothes I had every right to feel that way. Damn! If Logic spoiled the rebound chick like this imagine what he'd do for the woman he loved. What was her damn name again...? Oh yeah, Mye Fuckin Queen. Unbelievable! …Another dumb ass idiot that let this delicious man slip right through their fingers. Well you know what they say, “One bitches trash is another bitches treasure.”

Logic Hart may have been treated like last week's trash, but Zatoya Waters will treat him like the King he truly is.

Yes, I felt amazing. I was happy, healthy and so damn satisfied. It should be outlawed in fifty states just how good I felt. And damn did I look good! It felt good to be me. I was a new Toy with a new, New Year's toy and I was loving it. Then in walks this Mother Fucka with his monkey ass bullshit!

“Hi Walt, it's been awhile.”

“District Attorney Tyson, it's good to see you. Although I must admit that we weren't expecting you.” Walt stuttered as he stood to greet William Branford Tyson, the newly appointed DA. “You know our Public Defender, Zatoya Water's right?”

“Yes as a matter of fact I do. We've tussled a time or two, right Ms. Waters?”

“Yes, that would be correct.” I casually replied as I suppressed the extremely urgent urge to smack the orangutan shit out of his condescending ass. “What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked myself.

“I heard you had a car accident, I trust everything is okay.” His smooth, sultry baritone voice asked cutting me to the very core of my spine.

“No this Mother Fucka didn't!” My brain screamed as I summoned every ounce of energy in my body to maintain my composure to keep me from jumping across this conference table and beating his bitch ass.

“I'm fine.” I calmly acknowledged.

“That you are.” He mumbled beneath his breath, before coughing and clearing his throat. “Okay, so let's get started.”

“No disrespect District Attorney Tyson, but we were expecting Assistant DA, Rogers.” I asked responded.