"Hey babe." I answered my ringing phone, partially out of breath. Compliments of the mind blowing sex that I just had.
"Are you okay? You need me to come up and check on you?" My husbands concerned voice spoke up, completely skipping a greeting. "You sound as if you're wheezing or something."
"Oh no, I'm alright. It's just that I was just finishing up with a class and I'm a little winded." I lied through my teeth with ease.
"Well you need to go light. You know you have asthma and you left your pump at home."
"I know, Daddy."
"Don't get smart with me, Kyra." He huffed.
"I'm not."
"Anyway if you need me to bring it up there before I go and meet with Don about this building, I will."
"Y-yeah what time so I can look out for you?" I asked trying to hold in a moan when I felt two strong fingers slide in my wet walls down below.
"I'll be there at quarter to two."
"Ugh," I groaned. "Okay baby. I'll see you then. Bye!" I hung up and flipped the covers back. "Tee, you know better."
He crawled up my body and kissed my lips. "Do I?"
"Yes. You do, you're trying to get me caught?" I asked.
"No, I'm trying to get some of you." He pulled me into his hard, toned body.
"I have to be at the studio before Marcus gets there." I said making him release me where I fell backwards on the bed. "For real Terron?"
"Get dressed. You don't want to keep your husband waiting and I got business to handle."
"Damn, can I take a shower first?" I asked standing from the bed and letting the sheet drop from my slim but curvy body. His eyes raked over my nakedness.
"Do what you want but hurry up because time is ticking."
My eyes rolled at his little 'I don't care' attitude.
"Terron, you better stop." I smirked at him through the mirror where I was fixing my hair into a ponytail. He didn't say anything as his hand came down and smacked my ass again. "Stop playing."
"Well get dressed and go. You turning me on and I'm thinking of fucking the shit out you bent over on that dresser." He said scrolling through his phone.
I squeezed my legs together at the thought of his dick invading my walls. I needed to get myself together and be out.
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I ran into the studio and straight into my office. I had just enough time to relax, eat this sandwich from Subway and then Marcus would be here.
"You finally showed up I see." Britni smirked as she leaned her body up against the doorframe.
"Not today, Britni." I told my best friend and business partner.
"What you mean? I'm just saying that you missed two classes and a meeting with investors."
"Shit I totally forgot about that meeting." I mumbled.
"Because you're out here worrying about some dick that isn't attached to the man that you married but that ain't really none of my business." She said to me looking unbothered.
"Good because I didn't really ask for yo-"
"BUT!" She interrupted me. "I'm about to make it my business. You're wrong. You're so damn wrong." She shook her head, "I just don't understand. Marcus doesn't deserve you cheating on him. He's a good guy Kyra."
"I know that! I fucking know that!" I snapped.
"You better pump your damn brakes." Britni said looking me dead in the eyes.
I rolled my eyes and got myself together. I wasn't trying to get into it with Britni. She wasn't pregnant with my godson, Adonis Jr., anymore and I knew that she wouldn't hesitate to hit me.
It wasn't that I was afraid of her or afraid to fight her, it was just that I knew she could beat me. And I was too cute to walk around with a bruised up face.
Brit wasn't a bully though. She may come off as one but that wasn't the case. She just didn't take people's shit. Not even mine and I was her best friend.
"I can't leave Terron alone, he has some type of pull over me. Like I always go right back to him, he never comes to me when I try to cut things off." I sighed and placed my head on my cherry oak wood desk.
"I don't know why because his dick isn't even all that. Now that I think about it, his stroke wasn't either but we were teens and not too experienced. It must have gotten better judging by the way you be acting." She shrugged.
"And how am I acting?"
Her already chinky eyes slanted even more as she looked at me and then at her nails.
"Like Jezebel. I prefer to call you Jezebel because I don't want to call my best friend a hoe."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
"You need Jesus in your life. Maybe you should start coming to church with us. Don and I started back going and it's been doing some good. Maybe-"
"Maybe you need to go and get you a husband seeing as you want to be in people's business. That way you can get the fuck out of mine and get in his. You're always trying to give me advice and you're half off from what I am. I'm a wife, you're not I don't need you to tell me how to treat my husband and I's union. You're barely a girlfriend. All you got out of the deal is being a live in maid and sex slave and you gave Don a kid. You should take advice from me and let me tell you how to get that nigga to marry your ass. He probably doesn't because you're always acting the fuck crazy." I told her.
I was sick of her trying to preach to me. That's all she ever did and she wasn't doing any better than I was. Walking around like she was the best thing since sliced fucking bread. I just had to drop her ass down a few notches.
As soon as I saw the look on her face, I felt bad for what I had said.
"Britni-"
She held her hand up to stop me from speaking and walked off. I would just apologize later but knowing my best friend, she wasn't going to accept it for another few days.
I brushed that off though because I had other things to think about. Like figure out a way to get rid of this baby that was growing inside of me.
I didn't even know if it belonged to Marcus or Terron. Hell I could go to a calendar but that was pointless since I was sexing them both on a daily basis.
I wasn't going to allow my husband to believe that there was a baby growing and then months later, he finds out he isn't the father.
I know for a fact that Marcus would leave me. He would leave me if he found out about my affair also. I was just going to make sure that he didn't find out about either one. I couldn't afford to lose him.
He was the best thing to ever happen to me.
