Paris sat on the marble bench of the shower in tears.
It was the only place she could let out her sorrows, regrets, and frustrations. Out of all the things that she had done, Xavier's blood on her hands was just a stain that wouldn't wash off. She knew better. His death was her fault. And right then in that moment she was wishing more than ever that she had never met him. He deserved better. She couldn't even mourn him out loud and the guilt almost killed her.
"Paris.." Shane yelled from the bedroom. His voice raspy, and deep. You could hear the exhaustion.
He had been up for hours dealing with the Megan situation. But he was still taking meetings & calls.
He wouldn't tell her what was going on so she eventually gave up on asking. Even though they were on the same estate she hadn't saw Megan or Aniya.
"Yes?" Paris asked, pulling herself together she stood up and began washing her face.
"It's almost time to go .." Shane replied
"I'm coming " She said, turning the shower off. Grabbing her towel, she dried her body off before wrapping herself in the towel and stepping out.
Shane stood only a couple feet away, leaning against her vanity desk. Eyeing his wife from head to toe.
"What?" Paris asked as she made her way over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist she rested her chin on his torso.
Cupping her face with his hand, he looked down at her with concern. Her eyes were red. Her face was puffy.
"You alright?" He asked
"Yeah, why ?" Her face twisting in confusion ..
"You been crying ?" Shane asked
"No" She lied, breaking free of Shane's grasp she took a seat at her vanity desk and began doing her make up. She could feel his eyes still on her, trying to read her mind. Trying to read her.
He didn't know she knew about his involvement with Xavier's death/disappearance. And had he known she was in the shower crying over him, she would've been next.
She continued to do her make up as they locked eyes in the mirror. Shane leaned over her, placing both hands on the vanity desk with Paris stuck in between his arms. He buried his face in the nape of her neck. She smiled, feeling his mouth suck and lick her into submission.
Tossing her make up brush on to the desk, she gripped the back of Shane's neck as he left his mark on her chest.
As soon as she felt his hand on her thigh, her legs opened. Almost immediately. His hands were no longer on the desk. His right hand was taking her towel off, while the left hand made its way up her leg.
Shane lightly slid his middle finger down the slit of her pussy, exposing her love for him. She was slippery, and it wasn't from the shower.
"You love me?" He whispered, his mouth to her ear
Paris nodded, her eyes still closed as he made out with her neck. Love was an understatement.
"Ma!"
Startling them both, Shane snatched his hand from between his wife's thighs as Paris wrapped herself back up in the towel.
"Cockblockin ass kids" Shane mumbled to himself
"Yes, Skye?" Paris laughed as their daughter entered the bathroom, her arms folded, her face red.
"I need to talk to you.." She replied, taking a quick glance over at her dad. She returned her attention back to her mom.
"What is it ?" Shane asked as he approached her
Ignoring him, Skye bypassed her dad and went straight to her moms side. With pleading eyes she was waiting for Paris to put him out.
"Shane, can you give us a minute?" She asked, now concerned. What was it she had to say to her that she didn't want her dad to hear?
