We Didn’t See it Coming (2 page)

Once again, the gossip that Aniyah shared with him ran across his mind like a marathon runner.
It can't be true.
Everyone who
works for him knew the Houston Rule. Plain and simple—nobody dealt with any of his girls. Period! It was his duty to pick the right men for them.

Baron was his longtime attorney for all of his personal and work business. Rupert trusted him like he was his son, but to clear any doubts he called the Chavis Law Firm again.

“Sara, get Baron on the line immediately.”

Baron again picked up. “Mr. Houston, you needed something else?”

“Are you or are you not messing with one of my girls?” he asked calmly.

Mr. Chavis hesitated. “Noelle and I only met up one time at a coffee shop. We chatted over a cup of hot coffee,” he said, speaking of the second of Houston's three daughters.

“You son of a bitch.” Rupert realized that Aniyah's gossip was true. “What happened after that?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Baron fibbed to cover himself.

Rupert marched back and forth on the white carpet below his feet; tension etched furrows in his forehead. He didn't believe a word that his attorney was saying.

“I'm warning you, Baron, there better not be anything else.”

“I promise you, Mr. Houston, it was a brief encounter.”

“Get off my phone.” He hung up and called Aniyah back.

“I spoke to Baron and he swore to me that he and my Noelle only met for a cup of hot coffee.”

“Your precious girl is your lawyer's whore,” Aniyah insisted.

Rupert yelled, “No one bad mouths one of my girls. Aniyah, you're despicable!”

“Your lawyer is lying to protect his ass. He's banging her and I can prove it.” The phone beeped.

“Hold on, I'm not finished with you. I have another call,” Rupert said as he switched over to another line.

“Yes, Kenley.”

“Dad,” his youngest daughter said, but was corrected in the background by her oldest sister, Milandra.

“I mean,
Father
, I need to talk to you.”

“I'm busy. Make it quick. What is it?” he asked abruptly.

Kenley talked a hundred miles per minute. “My sixteenth birthday is coming up. I realize my sisters had their parties at the yacht club,” she explained. She sat across from her mother and two older sisters as they waited on their lunch. “Father, it's a new day. I want to have my party by the pool at home. Can I please break this crazy tradition?”

“Damn it, you called me for that? Speak to your mother!” he yelled and hung up.

Rupert switched back to the other line. “Aniyah, take back what you said about my Noelle.”

“Get your ass to a computer.”

Rupert went to the far end of the east wing of the house to his study. He logged on to the Internet on his laptop that sat on a desk with a gorgeous cherry finish.

“What's your email address?” she asked curiously.

He was hesitant about giving Aniyah any of his email addresses, but Rupert gave up an email address he barely used.

“You better not be playing around. I have no time for foolishness.”

“Shut up! Just get ready to see with your own cutie eyes,” she flirted.

The email finally came through to his computer screen. He clicked on it and downloaded the image. There, in vivid color, was his daughter, Noelle, in the arms of Baron. Her breasts were partially exposed.

“Now who's telling the truth, dear Papa? My half-sister looks great in that position.” Aniyah laughed. “I'm sure your friends would love to get a copy. Don't play with me; I'm no one to mess with.” She threatened and hung up on him.

Rupert called the Chavis Law Firm again. The secretary picked up and turned the call over to her boss.

“Yes, Mr. Houston.”

“Baron, you're lucky you're not here right now. I would strangle you to death.”

“You can't be serious. You're not still sweating me about Noelle and me having a cup of coffee together, are you?”

“I saw it with my own eyes. I've got the email to prove it. You're sleeping with my Noelle. No one touches my girls, you bastard. You're fired! Send over all the files from my company and my personal files, too. Do it right away and stay the hell away from my Noelle or I'll strangle you with my bare hands.”

“Okay, I admit, we had a little kiss. Is that any reason to fire me?”

Houston clearly saw the email image in his mind. “Liar!” he yelled and threw the cell phone across the room, smashing it against the wall.

First Aniyah, now you, Baron, and my precious daughter have betrayed me behind my back.
Rupert started to get up and felt lightheaded. He gasped for breath and his chest tightened. He grabbed his chest, attempting to unbutton his shirt, as blood rushed to his head. Trying to make his way out of the bedroom, he tumbled onto the floor.

There Rupert lay with his right hand on his chest. He mumbled, “My life is over.”

On the third Friday of every month, the Houston daughters had lunch with their mother. This was their time to bond.

After they dined on baked chicken parmesan and a Caesar salad, Milandra Houston, the oldest daughter of Rupert and Alana Houston, led the way out of the Italian restaurant. Wearing a two-piece, soft-pink linen pantsuit, she strutted in her open-toe pumps. Her handbag coordinated beautifully with her outfit. Each tap from the heels of her pumps was like a melody being played by a pianist. Her dark-brown hair was combed back off her face into a French roll, enhancing her glowing caramel complexion.

Walking by her side was her youngest sister, Kenley, dressed in a mint-green, sleeveless linen dress. She would have preferred wearing a pair of casual shorts and a tee shirt. Her hair, pulled away from her face, showed off her golden complexion.

Noelle, the middle daughter, took a bite out of a walnut cookie. She fastidiously brushed crumbs from her turquoise linen pantsuit. Her light-brown hair, which bounced against her shoulders, framed her warm milk chocolate complexion perfectly.

“You don't want to mess up that figure you worked so hard to obtain,” their mother called as she caught up to them after taking care of the check. Pearl-colored polish gleamed on her perfectly manicured nails as she clenched her black-and-white clutch purse.
She studied Noelle—her lookalike. She admired her daughter for shedding thirty pounds within the past year.

“Noelle, that's about five pounds you've added back onto your waistline or hips,” Alana said as she watched Noelle devour the cookie in two bites.

“Unbelievable,” Milandra said, noticing her sister, too.

“I'll work it off playing tennis or swimming a few laps around the pool,” Noelle said as she and Milandra had taken time out from their tennis games to join their mother for lunch.

They made their way through the door to see that the limo had arrived to pick them up. The driver tilted his black hat as if to say hello. He opened the door.

“What did Father say about your birthday party?” Milandra asked Kenley as she was the first to get into the limo.

“He screamed at me,” Kenley whined.

“That's not like Father,” Milandra said.

“He's a busy man. He's probably on a construction site,” Noelle said in her father's defense.

“You can talk with your father this evening when he comes home,” their mother said.

Kenley mumbled, “Discuss it with Mother. That's the last thing he said.”

Her sisters giggled.

“It's not funny at all. You two are way older than me. Yacht club parties are not for today's teenagers. A pool party at home is the best. At the yacht club, my friends and I will have to listen to boring piano music. At home, we can listen to current hip-hop and pop music.”

“Mother, see what happens when you have an ‘oops' baby?” Milandra teased.

“You're plain old mean.” Kenley pouted.

Alana Houston was startled when the doctor told her that she was pregnant with Kenley. She knew exactly what day she had conceived. Her husband had not touched her in months. She felt he was going elsewhere to satisfy his sexual hunger. But one night, his so-called meeting must have ended earlier than he expected and he came to bed craving her, as if he was a wild animal starving for food. He awakened her from her sleep. Alana felt as if he was raping her instead of making love to her. He ripped her silk-lace gown from her body. Plunging on top of her, he entered with force. After three humps, he ran out of gas. Kenley was born nine months later. She saw to it that Kenley was home-schooled by a private tutor.

Kenley made new friends with her busy schedule—taking tennis and piano lessons and belonging to social teen clubs. Her sisters coached her in piano and tennis. After all, they were skilled in the same activities. Unlike her family members, who were Harvard University graduates, Kenley's goal was to break the family tradition and attend Spelman College.

Mrs. Houston glimpsed down at her diamond watch. “We have a little time to go pick out Kenley's party dress.”

“I'll need a new bathing suit,” Kenley hinted.

“Nonsense. You must follow the family tradition. Every daughter of mine celebrates her birthday at the yacht club.”

“That's awful! It'll be boring and my friends won't have any fun,” Kenley cried.

“It's traditional,” her mother reminded her. “Kenley Houston, you will not embarrass me in public the way you talk.”

“Mother,” Kenley said.

“No back talk.” Milandra jumped in as they headed to their next destination.

Kenley looked out of the window as they drove off. She folded her arms and sat back in her seat, pouting.

“Why are you so quiet, Noelle? Is there something you want to talk about?” Alana asked, noticing her daughter was lost in her thoughts.

“No, Mother, I'm just not in a talkative mood. Kenley has a mouthful for all of us.”

“Yes, she does,” Milandra agreed.

Noelle wanted to spill her thoughts. The secret she held would overshadow her baby sister's argument about a party. It would be a long lecture about what a Houston should do or not do. She wanted no parts of hearing the Houston book of rules, and she dared not share her secret. Her mother would be furious. After having a heart attack a year ago, her delicate heart might not be up to par for such a secret.

“Mother, did you take your medicine this morning?” Noelle asked her.

“Not as of yet. I'm changing my medicine schedule. I'll start taking it in the evening, after supper.”

“Mother,” Milandra said, “don't go changing things around. You'll take the medicine as soon as you get home.”

Alana Houston loved the concern her daughters had for her. Their attentiveness to her health made her admire them even more. “I will. I want to be around to do many lunches with my daughters.”

• • •

“Mother, this is too much,” Kenley told her as she turned around in front of a three-way mirror in the dressing room. She went over to a chair and tried to sit down. The excessive fabric made it difficult for her to sit. “See, I can't sit down,” she complained.

“You'll be dancing the night away. No need for sitting,” Noelle said as she peeked down into her handbag at her cell phone. She
noticed Baron's number displayed on the screen. She was not happy that she was not able to return his call.

“It's lovely, Kenley,” Milandra commented.

The final decision was supposed to be her mother's, but as usual, the majority ruled. Therefore, Kenley was outvoted.

The salesperson hung a garment bag over the peach-colored satin dress with a crinoline slip attached underneath, below the bodice. She handed it to Kenley, who carried it out of the boutique. The Houstons loaded up into the limo and headed home.

As they drove up to the front of the estate, Alana surprised Kenley. “I've decided you will be the first to have two parties, one by the poolside and the other at the yacht club.”

Kenley scooted over her sisters to give her mother a grateful hug. “I love you, Mother. Thanks so much.”

“Mother, I knew you would give in,” Milandra said annoyed, looking out at the carpet of grass that covered the grounds.
Any golfer in South Carolina would think the grass was an ideal spot to putt.

The heat from the sun beamed down on them, but the view of the water fountain in the front yard gave them a vision of coolness. Kenley, the first out of the limo, noticed that the limo her father rode home in every day was parked near the house. She dashed through the front door. “Father, you're home,” she called, but got no response.

Her mother followed closely behind her daughter. “Kenley, go hang your garment up in your closet. You have plenty of time to show it off to your father. He's probably handling business in his study.”

Kenley made her way up the staircase to the west wing of the house. As she entered her room, a world of bold shades of pink, green and orange showered her with colors. The drapes were drawn,
letting in the brilliant sunlight. Before she went and hung up her dress, she glimpsed lots of water from her window—the placid lake and the pool with a cascading waterfall.

Alana made her way up the stairs. Milandra kept talking, holding Noelle up from making her one phone call.

Milandra looked at her mother. “Mother, take your heart pill,” she reminded her.

Alana reached the top of the staircase and took a deep breath. She made her way down the long hallway to her bedroom, located in the east wing of the house.

Reaching for the door, she discovered her husband's arms stretched out on the floor into the hallway. Startled by the sight and fearful for her husband, she dropped her black-and-white clutch purse on the floor near his hand. She tried to belt out a loud scream, but her vocal cords seemed numb.

Holding on to the wall, she backed up all the way down the hallway until she reached the top of the staircase. Her daughters noticed the flushed look on their mother's face. They noticed that she tried to speak, but no words came out of her mouth.