Love Like This

  Love Like This

  Sylvia Hubbard

  Published: 2008

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  Part 1

  Beginning

  LOVE LIKE THIS

  Sylvia Hubbard

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  Detroit, Michigan

  Love Like This

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

  When the sound of her snoring filled the room, Ethan thought it safe to get out of the bed. Lynne was a hard sleeper and he knew the workout he had given her would most definitely put her out until the early morning lights when she would be craving for more. Picking up the two condoms he had used, he dumped them in the garbage. The slut hadn't even notice he'd faked an orgasm. He'd been doing this for the past three times they had intercourse. He was trying to be the unsuspecting husband, but it was difficult when the stupid cunt didn't even make an effort anymore to hide her infidelity from him. She just thought he was downright stupid. Three lovers he'd found already and he worried there were more of them well placed with easy access to her open arms.

  Staring down at her, he felt an inclination to kill her. He could take the thick king size pillow and cover her face up so she would never utter another word again and never enjoy being in the arms of another man. The lying stupid cunt. Damn! Why did she have to be his wife?

  Crossing the large bedroom, furnished in black wood and purple - his favorite colors - he picked up her purse and opened the organizer. Did she purposely write in her lover's appointment times knowing he could look, or did she think he was just too stupid to look? Either way, he had found out about the many lovers of Lynne Gray-Black about two months ago or the thought of her sleeping with other men didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. He had never loved her in the beginning. She was just something to do, but when she became pregnant three years ago, he was honorable man and married her. She lost the baby in its eighth month when she decided to get drunk and crash a brand new Mercedes into a tree at eighty miles and hour. The doctor said the little boy was practically ripped out the placenta and the cord around his neck choked him to death.

  His son had never had a chance and now Ethan wasn't going to give Lynne a chance. He would find something to hurt her just like she was hurting him. Flipping through her organizer he found the address he needed and quickly wrote it down. Nanna Gray lived on the west side of town. He knew she owned a Laundromat, which was being run by a stepson, Marvin Clark. Nanna was old and sick from a recent stroke and she was basically home bound for the rest of her life, but she depended upon Marvin to keep her business going.

  Ethan had hired a detective to investigate Lynne's past and he had found out a great deal of information on his wife. Nanna had had two daughters, Ecole and Lynne who were twins. Ecole had been a very bright child, while Lynne was lazy and slow. Ecole had graduated four years early from middle school and completed high school in a year then went on to college. She married at the age of sixteen to Marvin Clark, but then she died having a child at the age of seventeen. Marvin was only eighteen and since he had no other family he stayed with Nanna to help her with the business. Although from the reports, he was more like Lynne - very lazy, but Nanna had no one else to help her.

  Meanwhile, at the age of thirteen, Ethan found out that Lynne had a daughter out of wedlock. No one was sure who the father was, but Lynne didn't care about the child. Nanna ordered Lynne to have the child and give the parental rights to Nanna. Lynne obeyed, but soon after the child was born, Lynne left the house for New York to pursue a modeling career.

  Ethan had found her there when he had attended a building convention in the city five years ago working as an escort to an upscale place. She was great in bed and he convinced her to come back to Detroit and lived with him in the outskirts of the city in Auburn Hills. He had a large house in Detroit, but never used it because he never liked living in the city.

  Even with his powerful stamina, which he was very famous for, it wasn't enough to satisfy his insatiable wife. She seemed to crave men and he found out through the detective that when he was away at work, she was having two to three trysts a day. Sometimes they were with more than one man. Realizing this sickened him and he knew he would never have any emotions for his wife for the rest of his life.

  This meant also that he could divorce her and she wouldn't get a dime of his money because of the prenuptial agreement his father had her sign. There were pictures, receipts, notes, and witnesses that could attest that Lynne had not been faithful to Ethan.

  Yet, this wasn't what pissed Ethan off the most.

  Finding his wife making love to his own brother in Ethan's bed was what had pushed him to the limit. He was in the opinion his father planned it, by sending his son home early from a Upper Peninsular job two days early.

  Ethan had heard noises upstairs and strangely the rest of the house was empty. Going toward the noises he knew it was his wife, but then coming around the corner to see the man she was riding was enough to rip his gut out.

  Lynne stirred in her sleep a little, but this didn't bother him. Lighting a cigarette he wondered how would he get his wife back. How would he make her so emotionally disabled he could bring tears to those cold black eyes?

  When morning came, Ethan had not slept all night, but he had a somewhat plan in mind, except he needed to find out more information.

  After getting dressed, he picked up the organizer and looked at her schedule. She was due to go over Nanna's house to check on her. Every Tuesday she did this. Ethan had a feeling Lynne was just waiting for her mother to die so she could take control of the Laundromat and sell it off. She had already talked to buyers when Nanna had her first stroke and this weekly visit was only to make people think she was actually concerned about her mother, but in truth would be making a small fortune on the business, which received high traffic due to the location.

  Never once had Lynne ever invited him over to see Nanna. She had repeatedly told him he wouldn't be accepted because of his color in her part of the neighborhood. She didn't want anybody to bother Nanna in her condition when they found out Lynne had married a white man. She was quick to say color didn't matter to her, but people in the neighborhood wouldn't understand.

  He wanted to know what she had to hide over at Nanna's place? Was it the child? It had to be because she never made the effort to tell Ethan about the girl.

  Driving his custom van to the office, he changed clothes to something casual with a hat. With the dark tan he naturally sported and the curly hair with a cap, he wouldn't be that recognizable in the hood. He borrowed one of his employees '93 Dodge Shadow and drove it to Nanna's block to wait.

  About an hour into his wait, he saw a female come out the house toting garbage. Since it was cold out, she had on a hat and thick ankle length brown coat with a fur collar. The hat was pulled low on her face so he couldn't see the features well. After she dumped the trash in the large black courville garbage container, she walked in the opposite direction to where Ethan was sitting. From
the look of her, she couldn't be more than sixteen, but then if that was the daughter, she would be nineteen.

  Ethan had gotten a brief history on the girl from the detective.

  She was very sheltered. Mainly she took care of Nanna, even going so far as to drop out of high school at fifteen and take care of her grandmother and the home. At night she worked at the Laundromat and read different books. The detective noted once he saw her reading War and Peace. When she wasn't taking care of Nanna or working, she earned extra money tutoring elementary mathematics to children in the neighborhood. She was a numbers genius according to past teachers, but since she never finished high school many thought she had gone to waste. The detective said when she had turned eighteen she had opened an account and deposited money earned from tutoring in there without her uncle knowing about it.

  Her personality was invert. She didn't go anywhere other than home or work. Presently she was trying to earn her GED in secret through a mail in school being delivered to one of her tutoring student's homes and also taking a home study course in accounting.

  The uncle was a different story. He had married Lynne's twin, Ecole Gray, and now stayed permanently at Nanna's home after his wife died in labor of their first child which also died. Ethan was positive no one knew about the man's penchant to visit the city casinos and bet thousand a night wasting money and borrowing from the wrong people. They were car less and almost houseless because of this man. He was slowly deteriorating the family business by taking money from the business to support his gambling habit and according to the detective he owed a lot of money to the wrong people who would kill him if he didn't pay up soon.

  Ethan didn't follow the girl. He waited another hour when Lynne finally pulled up in the driveway. A man came out who stood about six feet, very lanky and ungroomed. Lynne got out the car and gave him a long kiss on the lips. They laughed together at something he said and then with a swat to her butt, they rushed in the house.

  Putting out the third cigarette, Ethan got out the car and went around the alley until he got to Nanna's backyard. He climbed the fence and went around to various windows until he found the one he wanted.

  They were half locked in an embrace desperately trying to get their clothes off, kissing and rubbing each other all over. She was a nymphet craving every touch he placed on her body with his hands and mouth. Ethan could hear their groaning and panting outside the window.

  "Damn baby, you so wet!" Marvin moaned as he plunged repeatedly into her. She clutched him as if her life depended on it.

  "Ohh baby, I'm coming," he warned.

  "Not yet," she begged.

  "Oh shit."

  "Not yet."

  "Arrrrrrrrgh."

  "Damn!"

  He collapsed on top of her his body shaking as if he were having a conniption, and then relaxing. "I'm sorry baby," he said panting into her neck. "I'll hold out longer next time. You just so good to my dick, I can't help it."

  She cursed again. "You said that shit last time, Marv." Angrily she pushed him off of her and put her clothes back on. "Where is she?"

  He sluggishly put his clothes on too. "Nanna's sleeping."

  Lynne smacked him on the back of the head. "I'm not talking about the old bat, you idiot. I know Nanna sleeps all day. I want to know about the brat."

  "When you called and said you'd be here in five, I sent her to the Laundromat like usual. You said you didn't want her around when you're here."

  "I know what I said." She snorted combing her thousand dollar weaved waist length light brown hair. "I talked to the doctor and he said Nanna's not going to make it past the New Year without a transplant, but he don't think he can push her up on the list anymore than what he already has. In any case, I talked to the lawyer and she hasn't changed her will either. Me and you still get everything and we can push the brat out the way easily once the old bat is out the picture." She lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. "Did you stop the aspirins?"

  "It's pretty hard when the kid is around. She takes care of the old lady out of habit. It's like if Nanna's sick, she don't function well and until Nanna's out the way we need her for the business. The better the books look to the investors, the higher we can sell. The kid keeps everything running smoothly."

  Lynne poked him in the chest with her fifty dollar manicured nails. "You'll just tell her to concentrate on keeping the business running while you take away those pills. Those are about the only thing keeping that bitch's blood from clotting. If we can get one more stroke by the end of the year, we can have a nice New Year's Day funeral."

  "What about your husband?"

  "What about him? He has no clue about anything and I do mean anything." She put the cigarette out and took out her organizer. "He's got a big meeting downtown and he won't be back to the Hills until a week from now, but who cares. I got people to see and places to go."

  "You gonna tell me that rich cracker gives you all that shit and money then don't give a shit what you do?"

  "I got him wrapped around my finger, lover. Just like I got you." With that she gave him a very generous tongue bathing with her mouth to his. It was disgusting to watch, but Ethan did anyway interested in how the lovers interacted. The man was clearly pussy whipped with Lynne just like his brother and the other men she slept with. He was glad that he had awakened to smell the bullshit Lynne dealt out and it didn't small pretty at all.

  "You want some more?" he asked amazed.

  She went over to her purse to fix her lipstick. "Later, I got to spend some of my husband's money, then I'll be back later to say hello to the old bat."

  Ethan ducked when he saw her coming to the window.

  "When you come back baby, I'll be already for you," Marvin promised following her to the window.

  He pressed his large body against the house praying she didn't look down as she opened the window to air out the smoke and the smell of sex. He didn't move until he heard their footsteps move away from the window, and then he ran to the back, leaped over the fence. His long thick legs carried him down the alley in a hurry.

  He was so intent on getting back to the car; he didn't see the person coming up the alley to duck into it. They bumped so hard into each other; Ethan fell back on his butt hard. When he was able to gain his balance and stand up he looked around to where the other body had fallen. It was a female he bumped and when he looked down at her, he gasped not believing he was looking into a younger more beautiful version of Lynne.

  She scrambled up and took his hand pulling him to the side of the garage belonging to the first house on her corner. A car was coming towards them, but before he could look to see if it was Lynne the girl was pulling his face down to kisses her.

  The feel of her lips against his was a rush to his system, the thrill of her sweet innocent taste on the tip of his tongue made him forget where he was and the cold biting at his ears. Her fingers moved up his nape and wrapped in his hair as she deepened the kiss parting her lips and inviting his own tongue in to taste him. The soft moan escaped her throat, as he pressed closer against her inviting body wrapping his arms around her slim waist. She teasingly licked at the corners of his mouth creating a totally new sensation for him arousing his manhood to come alive.

  The feel of his arousal against her stomach, must have made her aware first of their surroundings, because she broke the kiss breathlessly trying to push him away.

  Reluctantly, he let her go. "What the hell did you do that for?"

  "My mother was coming around the corner," she explained. "I didn't want her to see me and I didn't know what else to do." She looked him up and down. "You aren't from around here are you?"

  He wiped his mouth as if the taste of her disgusted him. "That's none of your fucking business," he sneered.

  "If kissing me was that bad, why didn't you stop it?"

  "Shut your mouth little girl."

  "You're the one out of your neighborhood, cracker." She started walking away from her home.

  He watched her
walk away wanting to say something, but to upset at himself for acting like a child to call her back. Had she been spying too? Did she know about what they planned on doing to Nanna? Marvin said the kid was protective of the old woman and the detective had said the child had a lot of smarts.

  He wanted to know more about her.

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 2

  Byron knocked on the glass for the third time. "What the hell is wrong wit' ya girl?" he snapped.

  Cleo came to her defense from behind her. "Shut up and git your change elsewhere ya big bully."

  Bryon's beady little brown eyes gave Cleo a "why-don't-you-shut-your-mouth" glare. "Cause I can get it here, whore."

  Being called a whore didn't bother Cleo. "Don't you read asshole?" She pointed to the sign above Nicole's head, which read, "NO CHANGE OVER TEN." Marvin had instilled that ruled because some of the cashier's were being short changed by changed artist.

  Byron looked directly at Nicole. "Give me the change, Nick, or I'll tell your brother you've been giving out favors like your whore friend does."

  Nicole took the twenty he slid under the bullet proofed glass and changed it out quickly in the drawer. When she set the bills back under the glass, Cleo grabbed two dollars.

  "Give me my money, whore," Byron ordered pounding on the glass.

  Cleo giggled. "That's change cashing fees, asshole." She threw the bills in the tip cup by the glass. "Now get your scrawny self out our face."

  He hit the glass with his fist one last time before walking away.

  "What's gotten into you, Nicole?" Cleo asked.

  "Nothing."

  "You've been staring at page two of that book for the past hour and there's nothing wrong. Is your uncle pestering you again?"