Love Delivered
by Love Belvin
Chapter 1
June 2007
~Stenton~
“YOU DID WHAT?” Chesney slowly removed his glasses and placed them behind him on his desk.
At first, he was motionless, but as the seconds passed and he had the time to process the insanity I just shared with him, he moved closer to me.
“Ches, man, you heard what the hell I said,” I returned.
“Mmmm-Unnn.” He shook his head emphatically. “You don’t get off on an assumption here. Please repeat that preposterous story you just spoke to me.”
I let out a long breath, debating if I was going to play this goddamned game with him. I knew what I was proposing was fucking ridiculous, but I wasn’t backing out; it was likely too late if my plan worked.
“I got someone pregnant…on purpose, but she doesn’t know it yet.”
“Pre—” he tried to echoed. “On purp—” he tried again. Chesney pinched his nose. “I can’t even repeat that tomfoolery. It is utterly asinine.” He inhaled deeply.
Then he started pacing in front of his credenza. That went on for far too long. I started to feel like a kid in the principal’s office. I knew what I did was fucked up, but I felt no remorse.
“Chesney, I came here to discuss this.” I tried to pull him back into the conversation.
His head popped up and he looked around the office, coyly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just rolodexing my law recollection to determine if what you’re saying you did is illegal and punishable by law!” His voice grew louder with each word, starting with is.
I shook my head. Here comes the bullshit. I was prepared. There was nothing he could say to me that would prove how selfish and fucked up an individual I am that I hadn’t already told myself. Edward Chesney was my spitfire attorney. I’d been with him since I decided to clean my shitty reputation. He was recommended by a mutual friend. Chesney did not take the job right away. The fucker had the audacity to interview me first. I was taken aback, thinking it should have gone in the opposite direction. Not with Chesney. He was in a class by himself. Now, I had to call on him to aid in my most recent selfish, risky and fucked up venture.
Zoey…
Chesney wiggled his index finger in the air while his opposite fist rested on his hip. “You know, I thought you were a low risk, easy-going, compliant client. When we scouted you, I knew you had a history of minor anger management issues, fist fights and a few terroristic threats, but since you’ve signed on my roster”—he continued to pace—“you’ve been easy peasy. You haven’t given me any trouble. But now this?”
Now this is news. I was scouted?
“Look, Chesney, man, our agreement was for full disclosure. When you took me on you said your number one requirement was full disclosure. You said if I rape somebody, to call you first; if I shoot somebody, to call you first; if I’m being extorted, to call you first. So, now I’m hoping to be expecting a child…” I looked him square in the face. “I’m coming to you first!”
“Is this your thing…your quirk…your vice…your freaky side? Do you get off on secretly impregnating unassuming women? Because I mean…you’re the quiet, laid back, hey…look at my cool tats and my ability to appear introspective type of guy. Everyone has that one oddity they try to closet. Is this yours?”
He clapped his hands hard and piercingly, causing me to jump in my damn chair.