I stood in front of my bedroom mirror just admiring myself. The lingerie set I’d chosen was bold. All it was made of was straps. No lace, no cloth, nothing to hide behind. Just carefully placed lines that framed me like art, wrapping around skin.
I looked good. Good enough that even I paused, so I knew Kairo wouldn’t be able to resist me.My skin shimmered from the Nubian Nectar oil I’d massaged my body with. The scent alone always had Kairo sucking on my skin like the finest candy.
I grabbed my phone and checked his location seeing that he was less than five minutes away. I moved through the bedroom, lighting two candles on the nightstands and one near the dresser. I turned on the speaker, playing our favorite slow jams. I needed the songs to sing the lyrics of what I was thinking.
Then I climbed onto the bed, getting into position. My back against the pillows. One leg slightly bent, the other draped to the side. Every part of me would greet him once the door opened. Every part of me accessible and ready. All he needed to do was undress and lose himself inside of me.
I could feel my heart racing from the anticipation when I heard the front door open.
“Khlo?” Kairo yelled from downstairs.
I grinned, heart picking up more pace. “Up here!”
I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and they sounded like he was hungry and ready to be fed. The bedroom door creaked open and he froze in the doorway.
His eyes swept over the room and his mouth parted, but no words came out. He just stood there for a moment, blinking like his brain was trying to catch up with what his body already understood. I could already see his dick hardening through his pants.
“Damn,” he breathed, stepping in and closing the door.
I sat up slowly, letting the straps of the lingerie shift just enough to draw his eyes again.
“Come here,” I whispered while he walked toward the bed.
“Khloe—baby, this—” he started, but I was already reaching for him.
“Shhh,” I said, untucking his shirt free from his waist. “Don’t talk. Just fuck me.”
His hands found my waist, then my thighs, then my face, and we were already kissing before his shoes hit the floor. We kissed like we could reach each other’s heart with our tongues. My hands gripped his neck, his arms wrapped around me, and every few seconds I whispered it against his mouth. “I missed you.” He constantly moaned into my mouth like he didn’t have any words left.
And then we heard a knock on the door. “Come on, Khloe! Don’t leave me drinkin’ by myself!”
I froze, and so did he. I pulled back slowly and looked at the door, not saying anything, but the look on my face said everything. Pissed wasn’t the word for how I felt.
Kairo exhaled, brushing a hand over his face. “Baby, I was trying to tell you… Tatum and Gia are here for lunch too.”
I turned away, taking a deep breath and biting back the disappointment in my chest. My body was still burning from the warmth of his touch, but my heart had already cooled.
Of course it couldn’t just be our lunch. Of course there were guests.
I swallowed it down and yelled toward the door, “I’ll be down in a minute, Gia.”
Her heels clicked away without a response. I reached for the robe at the end of the bed and slipped it on. Kairo sat on the edge of the bed, watching me quietly because he knew there was nothing he could say to calm my anger.
Tatum was one of his best friends and one of the same four men he’d been close to since high school. I was the only wife who grew up with them and knew them before the money, the tailored suits, and expensive trips.
Gia was loud, overbearing, and purposely overdressed for every casual gathering. She was also the self-appointedpresident of the “Real Housewives of Antionette,” even if the rest of us hadn’t signed up for her casting call.
His friends and their wives came as a package. And because Kairo loved his circle, I tolerated the women who trailed behind them like they were God’s gift to earth.
He stood and walked over kissing my cheek. “You look beautiful,” he whispered.
I nodded but didn’t smile. Being beautiful was never the issue, his availability was. I didn’t say anything as I walked into the closet to grab something to throw on.
Behind me, I heard his steps. “Khlo…” his voice was low and apologetic. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
I didn’t even turn to look at him. I pulled a blouse from the hanger and laid it on the bench.
“Mhm.”
