Chardonnay: A Novel by Jacquilynn Martine Read Free Book Online

make her obey.”
    I could hear those words in my mind still. It wasn’t too long ago
I had accepted them in my cerebrum. As a child I was taught to speak only when
spoken to and to question nothing. Had I done that, I may not of been laying
here now, my clothes ripped to shreds, hair in disrepair, and heart torn out my
chest. As my golden eyes stared to the cerulean sky, the only thing I   could see from me
being on the bare of my back, I thought of the first time I heard his father
say those words.
    Myron and I were laying in his king sized bed that resided in his
childhood bedroom of his parent’s home during winter break on New Year’s Eve of
2005, and us being cuddled up together tight with no clothes on. This was the
farthest we had gone as far as sex went and somehow Myron had found his way to
the depths of my pleasure zone. He was so close to getting some of my, dripping
wet with juices, peach, sliding his chilled index finger down the opening of my
labia and sucking my sensitive spot on the side of my neck. Almost, until his
parents came home and found us with no sheets covering our naked bodies. We had
been so into each other that we didn’t even hear them enter the home or pull
into the drive way which we had always been keen to hearing. I was far beyond
embarrassed and ashamed, from hearing all the stories Mrs. Lim-Kent had told my
mother over many brunches of how girls just threw themselves at Myron, and of
how proud she was of me for holding onto my virginity and not being a
promiscuous girl dropping my panties for Myron. And as well with the arranged
marriage, there was an agreement during a ceremony when we were seventeen and
eighteen that there would be no sex before marriage.

    After Myron
and I had been caught, we had quickly gotten dressed and Mrs. Lim-Kent took me
to the family room while Myron was taken to the huge garage with his father.
They talked to us both separately and then together. However, before Mrs. Lim-Kent
and I’s talk began, she let me go to the restroom to get myself together. The
rest room was off the kitchen in a small hallway leading from the family den,
and the garage door, which was creaked open and horizontal from it. I could see
Myron as I peeked through with his clothes halfway on right. His button down
Oxford shirt was lopped sided and his jeans were baggy from his belt being
displaced. His father’s voice was one that traveled far.

    As he began
talking I could see how frigid Myron’s body language was, yet how relaxed his
face seemed, and how I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing.
    All I knew at that moment was that I was so scared I couldn’t
move. My body felt dead and my weight buried itself to my feet. Mr. Kent face
told me he was dead serious, and that shall anything disburse from my actions,
those were the doctor’s orders. Myron was however, rebellious to these actions.
He stepped back while saying,
    “Pops, that—that’s not right.”
    “You gotta teach your woman right. Ain’t saying you’ll have to do
it because Chardonnay seems like a nice home trained young woman...but I saw
her body at its purest tonight. And she’ ripe and fresh as a baby born on a summer
day, son. You got you a sweet little pussy right there,”
    I couldn’t see Myron after he had backed up, stepping out of
seeing view. But I could see Mr. Kent’s face. He was licking the edge of a
cigar while he pranced about how ripe my body was. He lit the cigar,
inhaled it and finished,
    “...you pop that cherry now, before she takes her vowels, and its
seeds will sprout in other gardens.”  
    The shuffles of Myron’s feet headed towards the door. However,
they stopped when Mr. Kent’s gun cocked. I took a deep breath trying to figure
out why a gun was necessary for this occasion. Why would he pull a gun out on
his son?
    “You listen when I talk to you boy. Don’t you ever turn you back
on a man. You’ll never know what he might put in it.
Man or woman. Knife or bullet. And