ChapterThirteen
Carla
I don’t know what came over me last night, crying and asking Asher for a baby. When I woke up this morning all of yesterday’s events came trickling back to me. I have been so busy setting goals and destroying them that I have neglected everything else. I am proud of all I accomplished in my professional life but after it’s all said and done what do I have? My dad is married and happy, and I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so when I can no longer practice law, I’ll be all alone. Yes, it brought me the notoriety, and a very comfortable lifestyle, not just for myself but for my dad as well, but that can’t love me, or hold me. It’s weird that I hadn’t really thought about that until I held T and Angie’s baby, but it was like scales we pulled from my eyes the minute I had him in my arms. Once Asher coaxed what was wrong out of me, he told me we had a lot to talk about. I asked him if we could talk today because I was too worn out from all of today’s events and revelations, but I got a call earlier this morning from a friend of a client whose son has been arrested and asked for me to represent him. So instead of lying-in bed with Asher and talking about babies and perhaps practicing making them I’m going to be heading off to Summer Springs to get a kid out of jail.
I stretch like a languid cat in this huge ass bed, what size bed is this anyway. I mean, yeah, Asher is way above average size, but damn! And he is nowhere to be seen. I wonder where he…my thoughts get cut off when he walks in carrying a tray ladened with food. I sit up and push myself against the headboard, right before he sets the tray over my lap and climbs in next to me.
“Make sure you eat enough; I don’t want you sick. Are you staying in Hillwood today or is business taking you out of the city?” He asks me as he takes a bite of the bacon, he plucked off the plate.
“No, I’ll be in another city for a couple of days handling a case.”
“When are you coming back to me little one?”
“In a few days.” I say, mad now that I have to be away from him at all.
“When you get back, we’ll finish our conversation, this is too important to try to squeeze into a get ready with me session. And you fell asleep last night before we could get into it.”
“I was tired Asher. I am feeling bullied right now.”
He leans over and gives me a syrupy kiss on my lips. “I wouldn’t dare bully you. Hurry up and eat baby doll, you have a couple of busy days ahead of you.”
Just a little over an hour later I am being kissed goodbye if you could call what he is doing to me kissing. I am on the verge of risking it all and saying fuck work, but duty calls. I snatch my lips from him and take a step back while I still have two brain cells working. He takes a step towards me again and I throw my hands up like a shield to stop him from possibly fucking me in this doorway.
“I have to go Oishin,” I say and watch his eyes darken.
“You are asking for a spanking, Carla, or for me to snatch off those panties that I know are wet and fuck you right here in this doorway in front of God, nature and possibly my family, calling me that name.”
I gasp, “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me dove.”
I damn near fall out the door, backing away from Asher before he makes good on his threat, and head to work.
Asher
Once Carla is gone, I call my doctor and make an appointment to talk about reversing my vasectomy. Carla and I did not get a chance to talk about anything once I finally got her to admit what was wrong. A smirk crawls across my lips as I think about her coming in and turning my life plans upside down. Before her I hadn’t given kids a thought but after Carla and all the children that came into our lives because of our growing family I am excited to have a child of my own with Carla. Only with Carla. Dr. Brown was able to fit me in his schedule this morning, so I head to my closet to get dressed for the day.
“Well Asher you are in great health, I don’t see why we can’t go ahead and reverse the vasectomy if that’s what you want. I’m curious even though I’m more or less sure I already know the answer, why now?”
“I met my wife, and we want children.”
“I have been your doctor for years and I have never even heard you talk about a woman with any sense of permanency, she must be a very special woman.”
“She’s everything.” I tell him with conviction, and I leave his office with an appointment for the procedure. Once Carla comes home, we’ll take the time to have the conversation that we didn’t get to have. I can’t wait to see her swollen with my baby, but she’s so little and I know my kid is going to be huge. We’ll have to have a contingency plan for when she has to go on bed rest. She is not the type to be still, and I know she’ll go stir crazy laid up in a bed until she goes into labor. So, I start forming plans in my head to modify my suite to accommodate her, her bedrest, and our child. I think back to the day when Josh came to me wanting me to redesign his wing of the house for his wife and kids when he hadn’t even proposed to Savvy yet and how I thought he was a whipped loon and here I am doing the same thing. I guess you really shouldn’t pass judgment on people until you’ve walked in their shoes, and sometimes not even then.
Two Weeks Later
Asher
Two weeks! She’s been gone to two whole weeks, and I have been like a hormonal teenager without her. We talk on the phone every chance we get, facetime, and text like teenagers. I get why she took longer but I don’t have to like it. But tonight, she is coming home and we have a lot of talking and catching up to do.
I took advantage of the time by working on the club, we used part of the crew we used for the housing project since that is all but done. I’m glad we had more work for them and didn’t have to lay anyone off. We hired a lot of new workers for this project, knowing we wouldn’t be able to sustain keeping that many crew members. We always provide a generous severance package to the employees who are laid off. For those who want to stay on and work they have the opportunity with this project.
We have been phasing ourselves out of the day to day running of the company, but since this is my project, we are in charge of the building. The restaurant and club are being built first, then the other businesses will come next. Once the club is mostly done, we will begin taking applications for the businesses that are interested in renting or buying a space. I really want to help new businesses and that is where most of the spaces will go, but I also want to incorporate established businesses as well. With the mind frame that once people are there to visit the established business they will be intrigued with the other business and visit them as well.
The restaurant will be a draw all by itself with its multi-level design that will cater to whatever the patron is in the mood for. Bree is putting another lounge on a floor. There will be a sports bar, a multicultural culinary restaurant on another floor that will feature different regional foods from around the world, even a smoke lounge with liquor and cigars that easily cost five to six figures. But what I am most proud of is the main level that will be fine dining and will feature a stream running through the restaurant. You have to take a gondola from the parking garage to the restaurant. The stream is enclosed in glass to protect it from the elements while letting the riders enjoy the beautiful scenery and night sky. Likewise, the bottom of the gondola is glass permitting the rider to enjoy the koi fish and other water creatures in the stream. It’s stunning and I can’t wait for the grand opening.
I’ve already had several magazines request an exclusive photoshoot and interview. I didn’t commit to anything yet, but I know I will. The club is all subterrain and can either be accessed through the restaurant or the parking garage. Hedonism 2 won’t have as many floors as the original, but it will be more amazing than its predecessor was. After dropping all the members who tucked tail and run when I was accused of murder and thinning out members that have been dormant, I have a respectable membership and the new club will be more than adequate to fulfill any desires they may have. The membership fees alone bring in almost one hundred million dollars a year. It allows me to pay my workers a good wage, but more importantly it buys the member anonymity. They know they can come and live out their fantasies in a safe, clean and confidential manner and you can’t put a dollar amount on that. If people knew that their governor likes to be led around on a leash, be put in a dog cage and eat out of a dog bowl, I doubt they would get reelected. I am not one to judge, but a lot of people would not accept being tied up with a ball jag, suspended from the ceiling, being spanked, flogged, or wear a collar.