10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 15

She stepped inside and closed the door with a long, tired sigh. 
“You’ve got a guest upstairs. I tried to warn her you weren’t up for company, but she flashed her badge at me. Now she’s lounging in your tub,” her housekeeper said. Fantasia exhaled deeply again, glancing toward the stairs.

“It’s fine, she’s harmless. Head on home, I’ll deal with this,” Fantasia replied to her housekeeper. The woman nodded and left. Smirking to herself, Fantasia strode up the stairs, shedding her clothes and tossing them carelessly onto the floor.

Pushing open the bathroom door, she stood there in just her bra and panties. 
“Oh yes, get that fine body in here, now,” Carter called out.

Fantasia’s mouth dropped in shock; she had been expecting her faux wife — who had promised, “I’ll see you at home.” 
“What the hell are you doing in my house, Carter? Get out, right now!”

Carter climbed out of the tub, completely naked and dripping. “Why should I? I’m here, au naturel, and look at you—half-dressed and sizzling. Why aren’t we getting it on?” 
“Absolutely not, Carter! I’m married, remember? Why are you in my house?”

“Baby, are you home?” Taraji’s voice echoed from downstairs. “The front door was open… Tasia?” She started making her way up the stairs.

Neither Fantasia nor Carter noticed, too busy arguing.

“I don’t see your wife anywhere in sight!” Carter declared, leaning in to kiss Fantasia. In reaction, Fantasia jumped into her, wrapping her legs around Carter’s waist. As she steadied herself, she grabbed Carter tightly to bring her down…but just then, Taraji entered.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Carter’s steamy body clinging to Fantasia’s almost-naked figure. 

“What in the world is happening here?” she demanded, prompting Fantasia to push Carter back into the tub. Water splashed on everyone, catching Taraji by surprise.

“What the—” she gasped, glancing at her own stunning outfit that now felt utterly irrelevant.
Carter, stunned, blinked as her head met the edge of the tub, but nobody paid her any mind.

“Taraji? What are you doing here? So it’s true—you two are sleeping together. That explains why you never face any consequences. You’re just parading around because she’s got your back! Just wait until the board hears about this,” Carter spat, trying to regain her footing but struggling to rise.

Fantasia stepped in front of her. “Taraji is my wife. We’re legally married, but we’ve kept our professional lives separate. She hasn’t broken the law to protect me, and I can handle myself just fine. You, on the other hand, have been leaving messages and have confessed on tape how much you’d do for me because you’re so smitten. You broke the law for one little fling! Go ahead and report me, but know this: my wife and I are not going to sit back and let you ruin her life. So who's really going to suffer here? The savvy, highly skilled director who commands respect—or you, a desperate, crooked agent?” Fantasia shot back. Carter’s heart raced as she exchanged glances with Taraji, who simply raised an eyebrow with disinterest.

“You heard my wife,” Taraji said confidently. “We’ve got nothing to lose! We have each other, and we’re a power couple in New York City! And then there’s you, nothing more than a badge without any real power. Go on, give it your best shot,” Taraji taunted. Carter shifted her gaze back to Fantasia. “You should still be worried!” Fantasia added.

“Fine, I’ll keep quiet, but I’m keeping an eye on you, Agent Henson,” Carter said, striding out in the nude.

Fantasia and Taraji exchanged glances. 
“There’s a way out of this, I swear,” Fantasia pouted. Taraji couldn’t help but find her adorable; she looked so cute and undeniably appealing when she did that. “Alright, tell me your plan, baby girl,” Taraji said as she moved closer.