Justice For Juniper (Tatienne Richard) novel Chapter 11

New Home – Part I

A short drive later, they pulled into a parking garage in an extremely expensive condo block, and she frowned. This was not the same level of living she engaged in with Kyst. This was clearly a more affluent neighborhood. Did they bring her home with one of them?

“Where are we?” She leaned down to look over Phineas’ arm as

he leaned against the front seat.

“Your new place.” Phineas said seriously. “We told you we were taking you to your new place. Are you in so much pain you forgot?”

She rolled her eyes. “You said a comparable place. This is out of my tax bracket. I probably make the same amount of money the doorman makes in a building like his.”

“I pay you better than the doorman.”

“Do you? How would you know considering you didn’t even know my face before today,” she shot back angrily. “This is too much. I can’t live in a condo worth million.”

“I destroyed your view of the world. At least let me give you a better one while you’re healing.”

“You wrote poetry for the girls in college didn’t you,” she shot him an annoyed glance as he stared into her eyes when he spoke.

“Only one and it rhymed from beginning to end.” He smiled as he nudged her with his shoulder, “come on. At least come up and look. You may find once you’re here, you never want to leave again.”

“Considering there is no way I can go home to the place I share with Kyst after what I saw him doing on my sofa, I feel my choices are removed.” The car pulled into a designated spot, and she shook her head. “Designated parking? There is designated underground parking? Is it part of the HOA or is it extra? I needed to park in a crappy lot five minutes from my building and my car got broken into three times and I live in a decent part of the city.”

“You own two spots; one for your vehicle and one in case you have visitors.” Benicio nodded as if this was all normal, “when I was looking for places last week, I wanted to make sure you were given all the luxury you deserve. I still feel terrible we’re ruining your life.”

“You were planning on asking me to do this this for the last week?”

“Two weeks,” Phineas corrected as Adil parked the car. “But Beni voiced strong reservations about our participation in the implosion of your marriage. To quote Benicio; we’re going to shatter her illusions of a perfect marriage, and we can’t take this lightly.”

“No!” Beni turned in the front seat and was up on his knees to look at her where she sat with Phineas. “Don’t you dare take any of this blame onto yourself. He’s complaining you didn’t give him sex every single day. Do you know how many men would be thrilled with a couple times a week, or once a week? No man needs sex every single day. We can get by with our fists and even then a couple times a week at most.”

“Oh.” She frowned, aware once again how these men tended to share way too much information and decided to join in on the fray, “he wasn’t like this at first. It was my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were in high school, we were typical horny teenagers. My mother put me on the shot for a reason. She didn’t trust my birth control pills would work. We were pawing at each other all the time but in college things shifted and with courseloads, especially when he was studying for the bar, it changed. It was once or a twice a week if at all. He overheard me drunkenly telling one of my girlfriends from college how I needed my daily orgasm, so I bought a vibrator. He was livid. He went through my nightstand, found the offending device, and declared himself in charge of all my daily orgasms from there on out and threw out my toy.”

“He threw out your vibrator?” Phineas sneered, “he should have used it on you and with you, not tossed it out.”

“A couple of years ago we bought one together.” She was looking at the floor mats and sighed, “Like I said yesterday, we’ve always had a healthy sexy life. We kept things interesting. However, he never used to need it all the time, until five or six years ago. We’ve been together more than fourteen years as a couple, longer if you count our friendship where we simply were two kids who lived in the same apartment building and went to the same schools most of our lives. Even now, he’s not once given me the smallest inclination he’s suffering because he’s not getting laid. In fact,” she looked away her cheeks burning, unsure of why she was revealing of this to these men, “I took care of him in other ways.”