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"HOPELESS" IN MY COFFEE
MADISON
Our baby, Trinity is 4 now. We had been trying to make an addition to our family for the last 9 years. Trinity was our heart and joy. Recently she became ill. They say it’s a rare disease. She had been in intensive care for over a month and she was very sensitive to light. We didn’t know what happened to our baby. We prayed and prayed. The doctors said that she will need a blood transfusion. Her own blood was contagious to her body. We raced to give our blood but there something went wrong. My husband’s blood was not a match. It was mind-boggling. After so many years of trying to have a baby, how could this be? We were both faithful. My husband was devastated looking to me for answers. I didn’t know what to say. My husband looked me squarely in the eyes. He wanted answers. Answers that I could not give him. I just knew there had to be a mistake. The blood must have gotten mixed up. I demanded another test for him. We took more test and still the same results. What was going on? I know that I wasn’t a cheater, nor was my husband. That I could recall. It was a very intense moment. My husband was confused and furious at the same time. I was baffled. I hauled a taxi home because my husband left me in a rage. I needed the time alone anyway. I began searching in back of my mind. How could this be? My baby’s father is not her father. And if he is not her father, who could it be? I’d think back and always drew a blank. I just didn’t have an answer. The cabby could see the confusion in my face. He asked me would I be ok. I just gazed out of the window. I didn’t want to go home so I told the cabby to take me to a friend’s house. A very close friend, someone I could talk to. Someone who could help me figure out the impossible, Max. He had been a friend to both me and my husband for many years. I knew he could help me straighten things out in my head. I knocked at his door. He was surprised to see me, alone. He was looking for Alex too. I walked in and asked for a drink, a strong drink. I sat down and began to tell my dilemma. Max was shocked just as much as we were. He couldn’t believe his ears. He reached over and poured himself a drink. I was surprised to see him drink. I had to ask him was he okay. He shook his head and continued on listening. As I finish with this terrifying story, I looked to him for answers. He then said to me, “You don’t remember Rashad?”
Rashad was tall dark and a distinguishing man. I met at the awards ceremony. He was very much a gentleman and he was so handsome but I wasn’t smitten by his aura like the other women. He was just an ordinary man to me. And I didn’t go to the awards’ ceremony to meet a man for I was married, happily married. As I prepared to leave, there he was at the concierge’s desk waiting for his car. I tried to take my eyes off him but I couldn’t. He extended his hand to me and said, “You are the most intriguing woman here. I’m not trying to be rude but can we go somewhere, sit and talk? I would love to get to know you better.” My mouth couldn’t speak. I was a statue in my shoes. “I’m married” is what I should have said but the words wouldn’t come out. He extended his hand to me and politely asked me to join him. My body motions said yes. We left and walked in the park. The scenery was all lit up with lights and decorations. We sat and talked. I felt like a different woman. For a strong, handsome man was on my arms. At the end of the night, he asked me to accompany him to his room. He had more surprises for me. I was reluctant but realized I hadn’t said no all night, so why should I start now. He opened the door to his hotel room and there were gift boxes all over the floor, rose petals shadowing the bed. It was like a Christmas wonderland. I turned to look at him as if he opened the wrong hotel room. He smiled and said, “they’re all for you.” This was a night to remember. Rashad and I talked and laugh so more, practically all night. He was a gentleman all night.
Max asked, “Well, who did you sleep with Madison because that baby has no father now?”
I was so confused. I didn’t know what to say. “You need to go to Rashad and ask him what really happened that night.”
I left Max’s place and went to Rashad’s penthouse. He bought the entire 21st floor for him and his staff. After checking in at the front door, Rashad was coming out of the bar with a drink in his hand. He was very surprised to see me. For I didn’t expect to ever see him again. He still had his smooth talk and sensual smell. He smiled at me and said, “I’ve been waiting for this day. Please don’t speak. Just follow me.”