Total Surrender

7 - MINE

Venus slowly turned her cool gaze on him, purposely widening her eyes as if surprised to see him.

“Oh hi, Walter,” she said. She nodded politely at the woman standing by his side. But the woman sneered at her. Evidently she knew who Venus was and she was not pleased that Walter was talking to her. “Not that I’m obligated to answer you as we are no longer married, but I would think it’s obvious what I’m doing here. What does anyone do here? I intend to have fun… to live a little. I want to celebrate my new found freedom. As you’re aware, I’ve recently been let out of jail… or should I say hell. Regardless, whatever it was, I’m now free. So if you’ll excuse me, I need another drink before I head out onto the dance floor. I would say it was a pleasure to see you, but then I’d be lying. Do have a terrible evening,” she said with a smile as if she was wishing him all the happiness in the world.

She started to slip past him, but his hand flew out and cut painfully into her arm. She whirled in shock, staring at him like he’d lost his goddamn mind. Which he obviously had. For twenty years she had accepted him hitting her… using her as his personal punching bag. But she hadn’t expected him to lay hands on her now that they were divorced.

“Walter, you’re hurting me!” She said on a hiss of pain. But Walter ignored her and dug his fingers deeper into her arm.

“Ow,” she cried out in pain. “What the hell is wrong with you? Let go!” she demanded.

He laughed cruelly. “What’s your angle, Veevee? You decided to track me down? You think dressing like a slut will tempt me to take you back? You wanna beg me to take you back?”

“What I want is for you to let go of my arm so I can go about my merry way, you asshole,” she hissed quietly. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to them.

“Oh, you got fire in you now? You’re no longer the ice queen is that it? You want me to see you’ve thawed? Flaunting all your assets for the world to see?”

“Oh, I’ve got assets now? I thought I was a dried up prune no man would want?”

“Don’t give me no lip, Vee. You know I don’t play that game. Bitches have to know their place.”

“I don’t want to give you s**t. I do want you to let go of my arm, NOW,” she sneered.

“Nah. You playing games. You want me to manhandle you. You like it. You’re probably wet right now,” making as if he was going to grab her p***y right in the middle of the bar. Unsure as to whether or not he would touch her so inappropriately and in public, Venus side stepped him. However, she could not move too far as he still had a firm grip on her arm.

“What? You don’t want to go another round with me? Don’t act like that isn’t exactly why you’re here. You want some break up s*x. I can almost smell the desperation on you. You honestly think putting on this tight ass dress will make me want to stick my d**k in your shrivel up cunt? Come on now, Veevee. No one is that desperate. Sticking my d**k in your cunt was like rubbing it on a grater. No man wants to feel that shit.”

Venus was shocked by his coarse language and the fact that he was speaking loudly enough for the entire bar to hear. When they were married, he’d done everything in his power to keep their personal affairs private. In public, they always presented a united front... the perfect black couple: she the supportive home maker and him the hardworking bread winner. So this was unexpected. Her cheeks burned in mortification and she staggered as though he’d struck her.

“Let go of me,” she hissed again. It had felt good standing up to him. She was proud of herself for a nanosecond. But now she just wanted this whole situation to be over. Unfortunately, his grip only grew tighter, bruising her sensitive skin. She’d feel his fingers on her arms for days.

The woman at his side made a nervous laugh. The sound was forced and abrasive. It was obvious she had no idea who she was dating or how to act in such a situation.

“Um, Walter. Maybe we should just let her go and get back to our date. I was thinking we could go make use of one of those private rooms in the back,” she suggested in a silky smooth voice aimed at persuading him. She stared at Venus, pity in her eyes. “Don’t waste any more time on her. She was not woman enough to keep you,” she purred in his ears hard enough for Venus to hear. “But you can bet I’ll be woman enough to keep you satisfied. Let's go so I can demonstrate.”

Venus was too shocked, too mortified to respond. She was not sure if she should be thankful to or sorry for the new woman in Walter’s life. All she knew was that she needed to extract herself from this situation that was escalating by the second. Her bravado in the face of Walter would only last so long.

“No one asked you,” Walter snapped at his date. “Know your place. Keep your f*****g mouth shut until spoken to. And if you want to demonstrate how good you are, drop to your knees and suck my d**k right now, right here.” Raising an eye brow at his date, he waited for her response. She in return, lowered her head and remained silent.

"I thought so."

The vein at the side of his jaw was beating erratically and his nostril was flared like an angry cow. Venus knew those signs. They were the signs that s**t was about to hit the fan because Walter was on the verge of losing it. She needed to be gone, NOW.

“What I think,” she said, proud of her calm, even tone despite her inner turmoil, “is that you should listen to your little girly here and go on about your business so I can do the same. You so don’t want me pressing assault charges against you. Or worse yet, having to take out a restraining order for stalking.”

Walter’s eyes narrowed as fury washed over his features. His cheeks grew red and mottled as he advanced. For a brown skinned man, he was looking quite red at the moment. Enraged, he pushed farther into her space until she could feel and smell his hot, putrid breath blasting her face. Menace burned brightly in his eyes, and she knew it was about to get even uglier.

“You f*****g b***h!”