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“I’m good. Damn, I can’t do something nice for my wife?” He walked toward me.

I flinched when his arms wrapped around my waist as he kissed my cheek. His hands began to caress my body, and I cringed on the inside. In all honesty, I wanted to stop him as he began to undress me. However, I knew that would only lead to a fight. Over time, intimacy had started to feel more like a chore. For me, the fun part in it no longer existed. But of course, I pretended as if I was turned on and ready for him to take me down. I couldn’t help but notice that he took his time. It had been so long since he actually handled me with care. Normally, he’s rough and demanding. The thought of foreplay was nonexistent. I stood still while his hands roamed all over my body. I assumed he had no intention of going to the bedroom. As soon as he pulled his pants down to expose himself, his phone rang. At first he ignored it, as he turned me around to bend over on the counter, and continued on to penetrate me. It rang out again two more times back to back. I felt his dick go limp before he smacked his lips and pulled out.

“What the fuck, man.” He huffed. “Hold up,”

He walked away from me to take the phone call in another room. At that point, I was irritated. Moments later, he walked back into the kitchen with his clothes fixed.

“I gotta step out real quick. I’ll be back to finish what I started.” He kissed my cheek.

My eyes rolled when his back turned to me, and he headed out the door. I made sure the house was locked up, and blew out the candles he had lit before I went to the room. I took my time, and gathered everything I needed to take a quick shower before I got in bed. As I stood underneath the hot water, images of Ethan’s stare and smile popped into my mind.

“Nope, we’re not doing that.” I said to myself.

I continued on with my shower in silence. After about ten minutes, I dried off, threw my night clothes on and slid in bed. There wasn’t anything particular that I wanted to watch on TV, so I turned on Tyler Perry’s Sistas. It was hard for me to get comfortable, as I tossed and turned, trying to find the right position to lay in. I was tired, but I wasn’t actually sleepy. As I lay staring up at the ceiling, Ethan crept into my mind once again. This time, I didn’t even bother to shake him from my thoughts. I reached over to my dresser, and pulled out my black rose. As I laid back and got comfortable, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I could see us in one of the offices, me bent over on a desk as he stroked me from behind. A moan escaped my lips just from the thought as I teased my clit with vibration. That little rose packed a lot of power. I was seconds away from cumming, when my phone chimed. It wasn’t my personal phone, but the company phone. When I glanced at the screen, it was a text from Ethan.

“I appreciate you joining me for lunch. How about you add that to both of our schedules? Every Friday at two o’clock.”

This man must’ve known I was fantasizing about him. The image of his lips and sexy smile came into play again. I could even see him using that thick tongue to lick his lips. Damn, I wanted to know what that felt like. I clicked the button on my rose to increase the vibration and added a little more pressure. My imagination got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was calling this man's name as I came.

I had to catch my breath as my body twitched from the intensity.

“Sounds good, and you’re welcome. Good night Mr. Whitmore.”

Once I pressed send, I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. God, please don’t let this man become a problem, I prayed before drifting off to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

Ethan Whitmore

Amonth ago, I would’ve laughed if someone told me I’d be leaving the streets behind just to be suited up and sitting behind a damn desk. Although it has been boring as hell, I’d actually learned pretty quickly how to walk in the shoes of a corporate CEO. I can’t say I adjusted to being around certain individuals. Julie and Preston were straight, they’d been supportive and helpful. On the other hand, when it came to Trenton, I didn’t like anything about that muthafucka. I could tell how bad he wanted my place. A muthafucka like that, you have to watch, and feed with a long handled spoon. Needless to say, I didn’t trust him or his drunk ass mommy. Gwen may walk around draped in designer clothes, with her head held high, but that old bitch stayed with a drink in her hand. On top of that, I knew a base head when I saw one. She may drink more than she snorts, but I could sense she had a habit. Hell, her husband probably knew that too, which was why he didn’t leave the company to her. He probably knew she’d run that shit to the ground just like their son.

I sat behind my desk with Charles standing over my shoulder. We were going through different files on my laptop. Quarterly reports, investment portfolios, and a bunch of other shit. I had spent years laundering money through legitimate businesses. The streets taught me more about money than any school ever could. The only difference now was every penny I came into was one hundred percent legal. My phone buzzed, cutting Charles off mid sentence. It was Big Momma. I asked him to give me a minute, and we’d resume once my conversation was over.

“What’s up, Momma?” I answered.

“You working?”

“Like a slave.” I said, and we both laughed.

“Boy hush, I need you to stop by when you get the chance.”

“Alright, I was about to step out anyway. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.” I checked the time.

“Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Once the call ended, I grabbed my belongings and headed out. I told Charles I needed a break. I had two meetings coming up, and all the files we went through already had my head hurting. As I made my way to the elevator, I made sure to walk past Ava’s office to see if she was inside. She wasn’t. I had seen her earlier in passing but didn’t get the chance to exchange words. However, the sweet scent of her perfume was enough to satisfy me for the day. The moment I hopped in my ride, I turned the music up, and sparked my second blunt of the day. I cruised all the way to Big Momma’s vibing to J. Cole. Once I stepped on the porch, the smell of fried chicken and collard greens sifted past my nose.

“Momma!” I called, walking in. “It’s smelling good in here.”

“I’m just making a little something. Go ahead and sit at the table.” She pointed.

It only took a few minutes before she placed a plate down in front of me with a glass of sweet tea. Not a second was wasted before I dug in.

“You talk to Duke?” I asked, wiping my mouth.

“Yeah, earlier. He was supposed to be stopping by. When do you plan to talk to Duke.” She eyed me.

I sat my fork down, took a sip of my tea, then focused on her.