(Please listen to the musical selections that I include, as they really do assist in the vibe of the story. )
……They stood as still as they could, so that the plastic bags wouldn’t rustle, but when Dillon let out a light fart, Nadhira could all but hold it together. Dillon tried his best to hold in his laugh, while he clasped his massive hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. They could hear Evan stirring about in his kitchen and it sounded like he was getting a drink. They heard the sound of keys being thrown on his granite counter tops, then the kitchen went quiet. Neither of them knew how the hell they were gonna get out of there. Evan stood there feeling uneasy. He could have sworn he’d turned off the pot lights underneath the cupboards….
Dillon and Nadhira could only communicate through osmosis. She was trying her best to be still and muzzle her laughter, but there was this unexpected presence of her 5 year old self, jumping around like House of Pain inside her. It was as if she had been super imposed back into her living room, rolling around on the floor with her dad. He would tickle her and blow air bubbles onto her tummy and just about any part of her body that she flailed at him; her arms, her legs, whatever, causing her to scream with laughter. Her daddy was so awesome. She remembered laughing the most, when one time, they were laying on the floor singing “Rock it Baby” by Bob Marley and the Wailers.
He was using his thumb as the microphone. Then his thumb slowly started to bend and lay down.
“Daddy stop it! What you doin’ to the microphone? I can’t get to sing.”
“Dee, the mike is broken and I’m tired.”
“But we not finish singing yet dad!”
“Well you gotta fix it then.” He replied.
Nadhira reached for his thumb, which was hanging down and sad-looking and she held it by its joint, trying to get her dad’s thumb to go upright again. As she grabbed it and pulled it upwards, he let out a loud fart, which caused her to scream with laughter and disgust. He would let his finger go limp again and she would try to straighten it out again, only to have the same result of a resounding echoing fart. They laughed like vagabonds. Her mother was absolutely disgusted by them both.
“Ewwww ! Daddy, that’s gross! She said laughing.
“Nicolas and Nadhira Thompson! What the hell is going on out there? Nicolas, you can’t be seriously doing that with our child. What is wrong with you? That is just disgusting. Nadhhira, what your father is doing is not funny, so please just stop laughing.”
Her mother may as well have been talking to the pots and pans in the kitchen, because it was as if they did not even hear her.
Dillon could hardly keep it together himself and hold in the other fart he had brewing. With his hand still tight over her mouth, he began to shake her head from side to side, in an attempt to shake the laughter away from her, but it was not working. Of all the times to have a laughing fit, this was the worst possible time. Out of sheer frustration, he released the grip from her mouth and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into a kiss. Nadhira gripped the handles for the plastic bags tightly and let out a soft sigh between his lips. She didn’t feel like laughing any more. After about a minute, he pulled away gently and smiled at her.
“You cool now?” he whispered.
“Yeah,..just don’t fart again. Besides you see we in here locked up with no window. Wha’ you a try fu do, stifle me?
She felt the corners of her lips move upwards.
“We gotta get outta here.” he whispered again.
“No shit Sherlock.”
They stood absolutely still for a moment and did not speak. Nadhira could swear she heard the click of the switch being flipped, to turn off the pot lights beneath the cupboards. They heard no more stirring about the kitchen, then about a minute after, they heard the sound of footsteps treading up carpeted stairs.
“He’s going upstairs, we gotta get out now!”
Dillon immediately reached into her front pocket and took out both keys. He gave her Evan’s house key which she dropped into one of the plastic bags she was holding, then they both took a deep breath, quickly exited the utility room, yanked the side door open, and ran like Kunta Kente. They knew they only had seconds, because the moment he entered his bedroom, he would begin his ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’ monologue. Also, if he looked out his bedroom window, he would see where she was parked, so they had to move like the wind. They didn’t even bother closing the door, out of fear that it would make a sound drawing Evan back downstairs. She jumped into the passenger side of the vehicle, and tossed the bags she was holding on the back seat, and he jumped in the drivers side tossed the bag he was holding on her lap, and peeled rubber. When they were about 2 minutes away from the house, he pulled over and stared at her. They immediately began screaming with laughter.
“Oh my God! You are absolutely nuts?!”
“You’re no better. You were the one who planted the idea in my head in the first place.” She replied, still unable to curb her enthusiasm about what had just transpired.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” Dillon said.
“Me either. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a rush, and the most fun I’ve had in a long ass time.” Nadhira replied.
He leaned over and kissed her passionately. He’d never felt that way before about anyone, nor had he ever experienced the rush and intensity of emotions he had just moments prior. It wasn’t just about what they’d done in terms of crashing Evan’s house, but the fire he felt within himself and saw in her was downright overwhelming, addictive and a little bit scary. He had a lot swirling around in his mind. Most importantly, was the fact that when they had sex that night, he did not withdraw when he came, like he was accustomed to. He was absolutely flabbergasted at his thought process or lack there of , when that reckless decision was made. It was a heavy topic and he believed that it was on her mind as well, but he decided against bringing it up, as he suspected it would bring them down from their high. What was to be, would be.
“So where we gonna go next Robin Hood?” He asked cheekily.
“Negro, you see what time it is? Let’s not push our luck. Are you gonna sleep by me, or am I gonna sleep by you?”
“Come stay with me. You never stayed a whole night at my place and I have at yours. It won’t be as much fun as what we just did, but then again, what would be?” he started laughing again.”
“Maybe we can do it again. You know, become the key bandits. We’ll search homes for spare keys outside and when they’re gone, we go all Goldilocks gangsta on their ass. We just wait for them to leave and take over their house for a few hours.” She laughed and shook her head simultaneously at her outrageous suggestion.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” He replied, still smiling.
When they pulled up in his driveway,..they reclined their seats and relaxed, both feeling very lazy to get up. Nadhira started looking through the plastic bag of goodies to see what was left.
“You want the kit kat or the munch?”
“Gimme the munch?”
They laid back and in their seats feeling a weird sense of contentment and tiredness.
“Are we gonna talk about it?” She asked softly.
“Talk about what baby?”
“What we did at Evan’s.”
“I thought that was what we were doing.” He replied.
“Yeah, I don’t mean that, I mean….”
” I know you mean.” He interrupted..
“I dunno what to say. It happened. Do you want me to say I’m sorry that I did it?” He asked.
“No. I want you to just say how you feel. And no,..you didn’t do anything. We both did. I don’t recall asking you to stop. To be honest, I don’t think I wanted you to stop.”
Dillon stopped eating his munch and studied her face. She looked worried.
“Are you scared?”
“Shitless.” she smiled nervously.
Nadhira’s mind was reeling. Everything between them happened incredibly fast and neither of them seemed to have enough common sense to slow it down.
“Don’t be. Don’t ever be scared of me.”
“But what if…”
“What if nothing. What will be will be. Stop being scared. Look at it this way. What if I turn out to be an asshole? The kind of woman that you are and the position that you are in your life, you’d still thrive, regardless of what I do or any man you’d ever allow into your life. You don’t need anyone, you don’t need me. And while we’re being honest, that scares me a little. I’ve never been with anyone who didn’t need me in some kinda way. Maybe I had hero syndrome. But you? You could tell me to kick rocks any second and not flinch. As much as I love your independence, it scares me. You remind me of my mother so much in that way, who by the way I think its time you meet. A man and a woman don’t break into someone’s house together and not be serious enough to introduce each other to their parents.” He couldn’t contain his smile.
“Now you’re saying we broke in?!” she laughed.
“Ok , we illegally let ourselves in.”
They laughter re-emerged. He reached over and touched her face.
“Seriously baby, I dunno why we allowed what happened in that bed to happen, but I’m not sorry. At all. I don’t think you are either. I’ll just have to make an honest woman outta ya, sooner than I’d intended. That’s all.”
Nadhira didn’t respond. Her mind was so full, she couldn’t pick out randomly connected words to form a proper sentence.
As confident as he sounded, she could tell something weighed heavily on his mind. No doubt, as much as he was trying to be bold for her, the thought of her possibly getting pregnant was the elephant in the jeep that they still danced a jig around. She wasn’t going to press. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it. After she finished her kit-kat, she told him she was ready to go inside. They’d had a helluva night and she was still very tired. All she wanted to do was get in his bed and curl up next to him and go to sleep.
It didn’t take very long to find slumber and he held her as tightly as he could without suffocating her.He loved the comfort she gave him. At around 4 am, Dillon awakened and was unable to fall back asleep. He finally released her, and sat up resting his head at the back of his headboard in a soft thud. It instantly brought back memories of Evan’s headboard. He began stroking the back of her head, as her body was turned away from him. The last thing he was worried about ,was if she was pregnant. Yes it was cause for concern, but what he had to talk to her about, was way more pressing. After about 45 minutes, he scooched back down and embraced her warm body.
Throughout the remainder of the weekend, they chilled out at his house, never leaving once. Nadhira lounged around in his t-shirts and boxer shorts, looking as cute as he’d ever seen her and he loved every minute of it. He adored seeing her so comfortable in his space. Things were laid back and relaxed, and they spent most of it in Dillon’s bed, happy no not be rushed to get out of it. Sunday evening was when she became overly concerned about their Friday night escapade, because she KNEW that Evan would be waiting for her like a cross dog. He would’ve suspected no one else. It had to have been obvious that it wasn’t some random intruder breaking in and robbing his place, simply because all that was taken were her cd’s and her clothes. Who else would do that? She had no idea how she was going to play it off, but her only viable strategy was to AVOID, AVOID, AVOID! Then avoid some more.
“Why you look so worried?”
“I’m not really worried. I’m just dreading seeing you know who.”
“He can’t do a thing to you.It doesn’t matter what he knows or suspects. Don’t even think about it anymore.”
“I’ll try not to.”
As she sat in her jeep, finally leaving to go home, Dillon leaned in her window and kissed her passionately, making him want her to stay the night again. He just always wanted her. Nadhira was definitely a keeper,and he just hoped that she was going to want to keep him.
Monday morning brought about a similar sense of dread, though this time, it was multiplied to the 10th power. She stood in front of her mirror and pep talked herself.
“It doesn’t matter what he says, he can’t prove anything. Just don’t let him get to you.”
She took one last look in the mirror, clicked her heels three times like Dorothy, then headed for work. She braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. Nadhira may have been an optimist, but she was no fool. When she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Evan’s car, gleaming in the morning sunlight. She prayed she could make it to her office, without running into him. When the elevator dinged open to her floor, she hustled her feet as fast as she could, to get to her office. It was a pretty typical morning. By about 10’o clock, she had begun to feel at ease. She wasn’t completely relaxed, but she was not as edgy as she was when she’d first arrived. Every footstep outside her door did not cause he to jump anymore. Nadhira began to feel a bit of an upset stomach, so she called Natalie to ask her to get her some tea, but she was not at her desk. That meant she had to go get it herself.
She peaked out the door of her office, to check out the activity in the hallway. There was hardly anybody moving about, so she decided to bolt and go get her tea, quick fast and in a hurry. She made it there successfully, made her tea then bolted back out. There he was, with a grimace like Lurch from the Adams family. He was having a conversation with Glen Taft and two other associates that she was familiar with.
“Play it cool ‘Dhira. He can’t do a damn thing to you.” She whispered to herself.
She saw Evan mouth the words, ‘excuse me’ to the gentlemen, then headed her way. All she could think was ‘Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit!
“We need to talk.” he growled softly.
“No we do not.” She growled back.
“If you think I won’t cause a scene in here, you need to think again.” He replied.
“Cause a scene then. It’ll be your ass, not mine.”
She was so infuriating to him. Without thinking, he grabbed her forearm and squeezed. He knew that she would not cry out, because she was so damn dignified in the office.
“Let go of me.! Have you lost your mind?” she questioned sternly.
He tightened his grip. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Nadhira noticed Glen looking over in their direction with concern on his face, but he still did not stop his conversation. She heard the ding of the elevator door opening and looked around. Dillon must have felt her need for him, because there he stood, gloriously heroic. He was such a welcomed site. Evan immediately released Nadhira’s arm and took an uneasy step back. Dillon stared at Evan as if he was a lion ready to pounce on his prey. He slowly walked towards his woman and Evan and stared menacingly at him. Upon seeing the young man approach Evan and Nadhira, Glen Taft immediately left his conversation and headed towards the three of them. As he got closer to them, the widest smile Nadhira had ever seen on his face, appeared. He extended his hand to Dillon as if he’d known him for years.
“Michael! My boy it’s so good to see you. How are you?How is that old bastard you call a father?”
“He’s doing well, very well.”
Evan and Nadhira looked at each other with the same quizzical wtf expression on their faces.
“I’m sorry. You two know each other?” Nadhira asked, feeling very surprised by the interaction between her man and Glen Taft, one of the senior partners in the company she worked for.
“I’ve known him for many years. I watched him grow up into a fine young man!”
“Come again?” replied Nadhira.
“This is Michael Sheilds, Lucas Shields son.”
“Lucas Shields, as in senior partner, Lucas Shields?” Nadhira asked, feeling like she was gut punched.
Dillon Micheal-Shields stood there, never expecting to run into either of the other two partners in his father’ company. This was not the way he had intended to tell her……