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  Disrespectfully Yours

  Raynesha Pittman

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Part One - Disrespectfully Me

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Part Two - Disrespectfully Mine

  Chapter Three

  Part Three - Disrespectfully His

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Part Four - Disrespectfully Dead

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Part Five - Disrespectfully Hers

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Part Six - Disrespectfully Ours

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Part Seven - Disrespectfully Yours

  Epilogue

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  Disrespectfully Yours

  Copyright © 2021 Raynesha Pittman

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  ISBN: 978-1-6455-6181-1

  eISBN 13: 978-1-64556-182-8

  eISBN 10: 1-64556-182-8

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  Meagan’s foot pressed the gas pedal to the floor, but her Mercury Bobcat refused to go over seventy miles per hour. She despised driving the 1980s heap of junk, as she liked to call to it, but it was a graduation present from her boyfriend, William, and that made the ten-year-old pile of scrap metal on wheels priceless. Baby girl was in love, and that was all that mattered to her. Everything within her arm’s reach could go up in flames and transform into the pits of hell, and she would welcome the devil into her personal space with a smile. As long as she had William burning alongside her, neither their location nor their situation mattered.

  He was the boss, her boss, that is, and the owner of the diner where she worked. He was a fair employer, though sometimes too demanding, but he never asked his employees to take on a task he hadn’t already tackled first. William had the focus of an expensive camera, and when he locked that focus on a target or task, he didn’t detach from until it was picture perfect. It had taken him years to perfect the craft of cheating on his wife and getting away with it. Now that he had, he was fucking a variety of women, and to his surprise, Meagan was still one of them. With the poise only a true “in denial” pedophile could have, William had taught her how to mix business with pleasure. And being spread eagle on the desk of this forty-year-old man, who had once sung alto in the same youth choir as her mother, excited the meaty space between her nineteen-year-old thighs.

  Why should Meagan give a damn about William being married to the woman her mother forced her to call Godmama? There wasn’t any DNA bonding them, and if it wasn’t for her mother’s longing for the sister she never had, Clara, William’s wife, wouldn’t be a factor in her life at all. That small piece of candy-coated bullshit she fed herself was enough to keep the fling she was having with her godfather going.

  Meagan’s young age had betrayed her, as it enabled her to confuse love and William’s thirst to lay pipe in her fountain of youth. The genuine feelings she had for this older man spilled out into everything she did, and she was ready to have William all to herself.

  “He loves me . . . He loves me not,” she chanted while she tore each petal off the rose until she was down to the final petals. With a sigh that released all the doubt that destroying this once healthy flower had created in her mind, she screamed, “He loves me!” And there was nothing that could convince her otherwise.

  The day had finally come when all their sneaking around, lying, and hiding their love from the world would finally pay her dividends. William had heard her heartbreaking pleas to be his one and only, and he was going to give his wife her walking papers, with Meagan sitting front-row center to witness it. He had it all planned out and had told her where and what time it would go down. At 11:30 a.m. in his restaurant, the same place where their love story had begun, he would break one woman’s heart and mend another’s.

  The plan was for him to meet his wife and her best friend/godsister, Rita, who also happened to be Meagan’s mother, for lunch to share some life-changing news. He had told his wife that the news was about his diner, but he really planned to ask Rita for Meagan’s hand in marriage while he handed Clara divorce documents all in the same breath. He had gone over his plan with Meagan every day that week, and although he had given Meagan that Saturday off to prepare for their engagement announcement, she was headed to the restaurant to help her man with the early morning rush. She had been too excited to sleep last night, and William hadn’t been there to hold her and put her to sleep, as she had grown accustomed to. But she understood that he had been obligated to play husband one more time to a wife he hadn’t loved or desired in years.

  William was a walking dreamer with a pocketful of goals. He intended to achieve each one, and whenever he had shared those dreams with Clara, she’d shot them down like she was playing a game of Duck Hunt on Nintendo. She even had had the nerve to laugh at his short-term goals when he’d failed to reach them, like that annoying brown dog would after missing a duck. His words had no effect on his wife anymore. He was days away from opening his first restaurant, just shy of two hundred miles away in Atlanta, Georgia, and he didn’t want to carry Clara’s country-ass baggage to the big city with him. It wasn’t Clara’s words that had encouraged him to venture beyond Albany, Georgia. It was his goddaughter’s. From the time Meagan was a small child with pigtails, she had made it clear that she thought the world of him, and this had become even more evident to William when she came of age.

  Meagan had begged her godfather to escort her to her high school prom and had lied about not being able to secure a date. She had been beautiful with her honey-toned skin and her overly curvy body for a minor, but the bifocals she’d worn and the thick train tracks of braces across her teeth had made her story believable. It hadn’t been until the prom was over that William realized he’d been bamboozled by the closest thing to a child his wife’s unwanted hysterectomy would allow him to have.

  “You know, everyone else is going out to eat or to make out now. Maybe we should find something else to do too. It’s bad enough I had to ask you to be my date. I’d hate to say I turned in early too.” Meagan threw out the fishing line, but there wasn’t enough bait on it.

  “Nope. I’m done for the night, Georgia Peach. Your goddaddy hasn’t danced that much since the night I married Clara. But if you’re hungry, we can swing by the diner, and I’ll whip you up a fried pork chop sandwich and a shake before I take you home.”

  “Yes, thank you. You’re so perfect, Goddaddy. I hope I marry a m
an like you when the time comes,” she said, staring out the passenger-side window into the peace of the mid-spring night.

  “You will.” He laughed. “Because I’ll be right there to scare the hell out of the guy you bring home and make sure he treats you even better than I do.”

  “You can’t expect him to stay after you do that,” she said in between giggles.

  “Then that’s even better. You can focus on your education and then your career. I know you said you want to go into business administration, but you really should look into modeling.”

  “I keep telling you that a pretty face doesn’t go with fat on the waist, Goddaddy. That’s like wearing white after Labor Day at an all-black party.”

  “Yeah, well, I keep telling you the rules are broken and a magazine would be foolish to pass up your beauty over a little baby fat. Chubby is cute on you, and I have a bullet for the first person who disagrees with me.”

  Blushing, Meagan stared deeper into the night sky until she could see a vision of their faces in the moon. Then she said, “Thank you. I love you so much.”

  “And I love you too, Georgia Peach.”

  It wasn’t long before they made it to the restaurant, and while he cooked, Meagan set the table in a nontraditional manner. Instead of arranging plates, napkins, and utensils, Meagan used her naked body as the centerpiece and wrapped the thin plastic tablecloth around her stomach to hide its grotesque shape. When William entered the dining area, the sandwich hit the floor and the shake followed behind it.

  “What the hell are you doing? Put your clothes on now!” he spat, his voice full of anger, as he averted his gaze.

  “No. If you want me to put my clothes on, look at me, dammit. Look at me without seeing your fucking goddaughter, like the way I look at you.”

  “Hell no, you are my goddaughter, my minor goddaughter at that. I used to change your shitty diapers and bathe you. I know what you look like naked, so get dressed right fucking now.”

  She got off the table and approached him. He was still gazing over his shoulder, trying hard not to look at her nude. When her breasts rested against his chest, she pressed her hardened nipples into him.

  “Did my titties feel like this when you used to bathe me?” she asked. Her smile was wiped off her face as fast as it had appeared when his open hand slapped her cheek. She screamed out in pain.

  “I’m sorry, baby, but you left me no choice. I’ve noticed your stares at me, but I was hoping they weren’t those kinds of looks. I don’t know what’s got into you lately, but you need to slow your roll. This shit right here is sick. You’re my daughter, my Georgia Peach.”

  “You mean who has gotten into me, not what,” she managed to say between sniffles.

  “What’s that’s supposed to mean?”

  “It means that I’m far from being a virgin, and I need a real man to please me. I thought it was you, but I guess I was wrong. I’m seventeen years old, and seventeen-year-old boys’ dicks don’t do shit for me. I like my dicks twenty-five or better.”

  William’s jaw dropped.

  “Don’t look shocked about the shit. Everybody knows I’m getting big, grown dicks but you. Take me home. You’ve wasted enough of my time, old man.”

  William grabbed her by the throat and locked his hands. It took every ounce of sanity he had in him not to choke her until the fire in between her thighs went out permanently.

  “Whose grown dicks have you been getting? I’ll kill him. Do you hear me? That pervert is a dead man walking!” he screamed as he continued to ring her neck.

  “I . . . can’t . . . breathe.”

  After releasing her, he walked over to the bar and took a seat while she dressed and cried. He couldn’t believe how the night of charity work had turned out. Not only had he disciplined her for the first time in her life, but he had also found out abruptly that his Georgia sweet peach no longer had her core. And to make matters worse, she had her underage eyes set on him. William was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Meagan was outside in the car, waiting on him, until she blew the horn to hurry him up. He took her home in silence and couldn’t wait to get to his own house to find out what was really going on with her from his wife.

  “That little bitch was fucking Charles,” Clara said while puffing on her extra-long cigarette.

  “Charles? Like in her mama’s ex-boyfriend, Charles?”

  “Damn right, that Charles. Why do you think he’s an ex? Rita caught that little bitch on her knees, with a mouthful of him, when she was thirteen. Then she caught the ho in the garage, having sex with Mr. Evans, when she was fifteen. Now you know the truth on why his drunken ass went to jail. If you weren’t that little slut’s goddaddy, she’d be drooling over you too.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” He snatched Clara’s pack of cigarettes off her TV tray and lit one. He didn’t smoke, but the urge he felt now was too strong to ignore. William didn’t continue speaking until he had inhaled and exhaled the menthol twice. “I would have killed those niggas over Meagan. I thought you said Rita left Charles because he was beating her ass?”

  “That was part of the reason, but when she found out Meagan had been seducing him, Rita sent his ass packing. We know how crazy you are over that little girl, and I couldn’t lose you to the jailhouse over that tramp doing exactly what she saw her mama doing. You remember how Rita was back then. Don’t forget about how many secret trips to the abortion clinic we took her on before she got pregnant with Meagan. Hoes breed hoes, and you can’t save that girl, so don’t try to.”

  The cigarette wasn’t strong enough to soothe the anger he was feeling at the men taking advantage of his goddaughter’s youth. He took a seat at his minibar and made himself a stiff drink. He swallowed the cup of brown liquor with a loud gulp, which didn’t go unheard by his wife.

  “What made you ask me about Meagan tonight, William? Oh, hell no . . . ,” she said while sliding her feet into her house slippers and standing up. “I know that little slut bitch didn’t try any shit with you at that prom of hers, did she? I’ll beat her ass.”

  “Sit down. You know I wouldn’t let you touch a strand of hair on my Georgia Peach. I asked what was going on with her, because I caught her making eyes at some of the chaperones at the dance. Damn. You and I both know she plays the innocent little girl role when it comes to me.”

  “Yeah, she does, but the bitch is three months away from turning eighteen, and if she thinks you’re next on her list, she has another thing coming.” She took another puff on her cigarette as she regretted encouraging Rita to teach her goddaughter the game they had played for so many years with the men in their city. Meagan was gorgeous and like a cup of ice water to the thirsty men in their little city. If she didn’t own a tenth of the beauty Meagan possessed and never knew what broke felt like, she was sure that Meagan could bring home the cash cows, and as her second mother, she’d help her milk them dry.

  After emptying the smoke from her lungs, Clara concluded, “But in the meantime, I don’t want you around her unless she’s working at the restaurant. I know you. You’ll make it your business to try to save the bitch. She can’t be saved, trust me.”

  “I’m not going to try to save her, but if I find out who has been touching my Peach, that nigga will need the saving.”

  William kept his word to his wife and didn’t try to save Meagan. Instead, he started bending her over every chance he could get once she turned eighteen. A part of him thought that if he pretended to love her and provided the attention she was seeking, he would be saving her from turning into her mother. The other part of him felt like if she was going to fuck older cats, why shouldn’t it be him? What he hadn’t expected was to fall in love with her within a year’s time. He wasn’t faithful to Clara and hadn’t been for years. When her support for him and his dreams had left, so had the faithfulness of his dick, but he had never thought he’d yearn to leave his wife for a new start with his nonbiological child.

  But Me
agan had played her role. She had catered to all his physical and mental needs, and she had goals of her own, unlike his wife. Meagan was making moves to turn her dreams into her reality, while Clara had reached her life’s goal of living off him.

  William knew riches in life would unfold for them both if they stayed together and worked at it together, as a team. When he had shared his dreams with Meagan, she hadn’t let him leave them on her dorm room’s pillows. With the help of one of her professors, Meagan had written the proposal for his restaurant’s expansion and had applied for the grants he needed to make it happen. Thanks to her, he hadn’t had to apply for a business loan, because the money he had received from the grants was more than enough to open his new location. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Meagan would be on his arm at the red ribbon cutting for his hot new Atlanta spot. It was final.

  * * *

  Meagan pulled into her normal parking space in front of the restaurant at 6:30 a.m. and smiled at the lit sign, which read WILLIAM’S DINER She had looked up at the neon-colored sign all her life, and no matter what was going on, those simple words would always bring a smile to her face. William had been the only father she’d known and the only man in her life who hadn’t sexually abused her after pressuring her to consent. She had freely given him access to her cookie jar; he had never tried to crack it open on his own. It was amazing how something as simple as his name could bring her peace.

  From the front of the diner, Meagan could see the lights on in the kitchen, but William’s car wasn’t parked outside. Maybe I beat him here, she thought as she turned her key in the door. The alarm was disabled, which meant he had definitely been there and had left. She placed her bag that held her engagement outfit on the bar and made her way into the kitchen. The smile on her face grew when she noticed William’s keys on the countertop, next to his jacket. Without thinking, she ran through the kitchen to his office, and there he was, pants around his ankles, stroking in and out between two legs that belonged to a lazy bitch who couldn’t keep them up on her own.