Indebted Love

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A/N

Y'all, I'm so so so sorry for this very very late update. Life been crazy but I endured. Enjoy and God bless you!

I am consumed by the thoughts of Seth for the past few days. Especially his words of preferring me, choosing me as he thrust himself into my own little naïve bubble of Angel and I. Maybe he was always there. In my bubble. I just shifted focus to him.

"Jalah, hurry up! I need to use the bathroom." There he goes standing outside my bathroom door.

There's lots of bathrooms in this God forsaken mansion. Why does he have to be where I am?

"Alright." I yell back, wrapping my towel around my chest and take a moment to stare at myself in the mirror.

My hair grew longer this year. I finally get to buy the oils and butter I needed to take care of my 4c coils. I can shake my mini braids side to side and still get some sway and grace of a wavy hair. Marrying Angel was one of the best choice of my life.

I walk away from the mirror and opened to door. I force myself in Seth's suffocating presence, forced myself to dwell in his brown greenish eyes and his pinks lips creasing to a tight line. The way his stubble accessorize his jaw and even tanned skin.

His arm brushes mine as we walk past each other, going opposite direction but our eyes never, never break contact.

The soft click of the bathroom door breaks me out of my haze. I shake my head and tell myself to get hold of myself. Today is Sunday so I should focus on God. I should always focus on God. I have to always prioritize God despite being married.

I chant as I lotion my body and put on a brown long wavy shirt and tucked  a brown singlet. I put on gold necklace and another ring besides my wedding band.

The bathroom dramatically opens, grabbing my attention as I look up from the floor to ceiling mirror. Seth has his towel tightly wrapped around his waist, dropping dangerously low that his v line makes my mouth involuntary salivate.

His strides are determined and confident, walking around towards the bed, towards me it seems, making sure I'm watching his every movement. And I stupidly watch. I inspect the droplets on his glistening skin. I imagine licking every droplet with my tongue. I gawk at his arousal, wondering if I can lick that too. Over and over again until his satisfaction makes my cheeks full.

It's Sunday Jalah! And that's not your husband.

I look down at my jewelry set, exhale heavily to gather myself more appropriately. We never talk. Only stare and poke our own misdoings and crave affection from the same man.

That same man walks into the bedroom, his tall commanding presence captures our attention. I turn to face him at the door and at the corner of eye I see Seth was very close to me.

"Morning my lovely babe's," Angel allows a grin to spread all over his face. He must know what he's doing to us, what we're going through.

"Ready for church?" He went on, letting the door handle lose and makes his way to me.

I exhale and let my holder relax as soon as he touches me. One hand around my waist, the other on my cheek and his soft soft lips on my own.

Does Seth feel jealous?

He places another kiss on my free cheek and another back on my lips. My eyes flutter open as he pull away. There's a hazy passionate look in his eyes, burning furiously as he licks his lips and slowly steps towards Seth.