Big Mistake 2

Compromising Lust

"You should always be wise to forgive. But never stupid enough to forget." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

"Dinner is ready!" Paris yelled into the house's intercom from the kitchen.  She released her index finger from the button and turned off the eyes on the stove.

Since their kids were not babies anymore, they were more than old enough in her eyes to fix their own plates.  It's the way she was brought up, and she sticks to it.

The sound of stampede feet were atrociously loud as the sound of all three of her kids and Malcolm came running downstairs.  The intercom was installed in every room for easy access whenever they needed anything of their request.

Paris smiled as she entered the dining area with the last bowl of their serving, along with two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne for her and Malcolm to share.

Eric clapped loudly and rubbed his hands together. "Ooo wee! My favorite."

Paris laughed and kissed her son's forehead before sitting down in her chair at the end of the table. 

She prepared her family's favorite meal: spicy crazed chicken pasta and garlic bread sticks and regular double cheese garlic bread.  It wasn't her favorite meal, but they loved it and she was the only one who was able to cook it the way they liked.

Once they were done saying grace by joined hands, they began to eat and divulge in small conversation.

"So you don't like the captain?" Paris asked Latavia. Her face scrunched into a deeper scowl and she shook her head.

With a sly mean mug, she looked down at her breadstick and respond; "No. But daddy taught me that no matter who what, you'll always work wit' someone who doesn't like you or vice versa but I'll have to deal with it for the sake of my occupation. So I'ma suck it up and wave her off whenever it's necessary. I'm there to dance, not heed to their crap."

Malcolm grinned and rubbed his daughter's shoulder. "That's what I'm talm' 'bout baby girl."

"Well, I'm cool with everybody so ya' know." Octavia gratuitously chimed along.

"We all know that." Eric and Malcolm said in unison, exchanged weird glances then laughed.

"Well, that's great as well. I've had to work with many I didn't like. But, that became a sudden problem over time." Paris said, devouring her spicy pasta and warm creamy chicken.

"Like what?" Malcolm asked, sarcasm falling from his lips. He knew of Paris's past as a fast food worker at Taco Bell for three years, but not of the things that happened while she was there. He never managed to ask of her advantages and disadvantages at being an employee at the restaurant.

She looked up into her husband's now dark brown eyes that pierced her soul as they stared at each other. "Well, when Isaac and dad questioned me if I was having any problems at work with anybody, I told them no. But there was a female and her boyfriend there who worked side-by-side, that always tried to make fun of the way I wore my hair. And there was nothing wrong with my hair, I just cut it into a bob myself and layered it. I guess they found the layers funny or whatever." Paris shrugged. "But they didn't like it, and came up to my job the next day and threatened them."

Everyone at the table started laughing and Paris shook her head and chuckled.

"But yeah, they threatened them, got thrown out by the manager, then that cost me my whole job. I was like 'thanks bro, thanks dad. Y'all got me fired today'. And mom's response was 'you should have known what that was gonna lead to'. Like no, it was my job, a job I've had for years and they just up and went crazy 'cause of one incident and got me fired. Talk about seeing the future and shit." Paris shook her head and continued eating.