Double Trouble by Erosa Knowles Page B

she had a date, think that’s serious?” He voiced the question that had been nagging him all day.
    Silence filled the room.
    “I hope not. The only thing that would stop me from going after Belinda Moore is a wedding ring on her finger.” Donald paused. “At least I hope that would stop me.”
    Blaine understood. “I agree. So how do we make sure this time is not like the last? We share a house and servants, but we each have our own private floors. If Lindy is interested, how do we make this work?” He didn’t need to watch his brother pace nearby, the sound of his footsteps were enough.
    Neither spoke.
    “We discuss a polyamorous relationship with her, make sure she understands it’s just between the three of us, that we’ll live as a family, just different. I am not willing to allow her or our sons slip through our fingers again. Not for any reason… or anyone,” Donald said into the silence.
    “What do you think she will say about the servants?”
    “You mean our lifestyle, don’t you?”
    Blaine nodded. “Yes. We weren’t into it back then.” He paused as he thought back. “Well, not full blown anyway. I always spanked her and pinned her down, she seemed to like that.”
    “Yeah, she had no problem letting me take charge in the bedroom…and you’re right, even back then I did small things, like handcuffs and spankings. She did enjoy it.”
    Blaine met his twin’s gaze. “That’s a beginning, something to work with.”
    Donald nodded slowly as he retook his seat. “Yeah, it is. You and I still need to work out some things, but I feel more optimistic now than before.”
     
     
    The next morning, Donald sat on the leather loveseat across from Red. He glanced at the wall clock and yawned. He and Blaine had talked late into the wee hours of the morning about Lindy, the boys, and their lifestyle. They ended the discussion with an agreement to be open and honest to prevent the same scenario from happening again. He had just closed his eyes, or so it seemed, when Red banged on their door demanding entrance. Now he sat bleary-eyed, listening to Red rant about their mom’s impending visit, their dad’s calls, and Frank’s text asking him what was going on.
    “Y’all got everyone in the family stirred up while you turn off your phone. I got calls from Frank and Roark all night wondering if they needed to fly over here. But since I had no idea why mama is flying in today…today, damn it,” he yelled as he slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. “I couldn’t answer their questions.”
    Donald glanced at Blaine, who looked just as bored with Red’s theatrics as he was, and then gazed at Red. “First off, we were busy, that’s why we cut off the phone. Second, I…” He tilted his head toward his twin. “We don’t have to explain anything to anyone. The call to ma was a courtesy that got blown out of proportion. You know we have a son, we told you that when we arrived.”
    “Yeah, but that pops was involved, that he ran interference which kept you from knowing about the boy…” Red shook his head. “That’s fucked up and da’s tore up about it.”
    Pleased that his father felt some pain, Donald nodded. “Good, he should be.”
    “No man… you don’t understand. Mom is leaving him behind that shit. She is coming here. To be with her family. Her son. Me…damn it. Y’all better fix this shit. I love ma, but living with me until… this matter’s settled… I got nothing to do with that. If anything, she should move in with your asses.” He pointed at Blaine and then Donald.
    “She can move in here with us. As soon as she gets here I’ll explain you don’t want her there and offer her my room,” Donald said, watching Red’s face darken as he jumped up.
    “Asshole,” Red hissed as he stared down at him.
    Donald smiled at his younger brother’s anger, knowing Red would never allow their mom to think he resented her staying with him.
    “Sit your ass down and stop talking