10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 16

The Next Morning

They woke up brimming with desire, eager to pick up right where they had left off. Fantasia quickly got Taraji hooked on strapped-on, taking charge as the heat of passion ignited.

With moans and playful whispers filling the air, they reveled in pleasure, each of them finding ecstasy together. The two engaged in a steamy 69, teasing each other provocatively, their legs entwined as they fervently grinded against one another.

Breathless gasps, longing moans, and soft sighs spilled from their lips as they pushed each other closer to the edge, lost in their heavenly bliss.

The intensity of their encounter lulled Taraji back to sleep afterward. Meanwhile, Fantasia freshened up and slipped into something comfortable. She penned a quick note and slipped out.

When she made it downstairs, she discovered her front door ajar, with the key missing from its usual spot by the entrance.

Standing there, she had a realization. “Carter!” she exclaimed, pulling out her phone to call a locksmith and a tech expert for help. While waiting for them to arrive, she prepared breakfast for Taraji and served it to her in bed.

Soon enough, the locksmith and IT technician showed up, changing her locks and installing security cameras in her home. Fantasia tucked a new key into the note and headed out, leaving the door unlocked for her housekeeper.

As her housekeeper arrived, she started ironing clothes that had been washed the day before.

Fantasia rang her up.
Tasia: Hey, are you at the house? Your new key is on the counter. If anyone comes to my house, you call me immediately. The only person who should be coming and going is the one cozy in my bed right now. Got it?
Her: Sure thing. Just so you know, I’m not a fan of her—she’s too controlling and thinks her badge gives her free rein. I prefer The Beauty Queen; she’s classy and sophisticated. You should think about rekindling with her.
Tasia: (laughs) Well, surprise! The Beauty Queen is who’s in my bed right now. And please don’t call her that… she despises it. I need you to treat her like the queen she is—actually, treat her like my wife. I’ll be back later; I’ve got a situation to deal with. Catch you later.

With that, Fantasia hung up.
The housekeeper went upstairs and found Taraji blissfully sleeping. A smile crept onto her face as she warmed Taraji’s breakfast in the microwave. She felt an unexplained fondness for Taraji on behalf of Fantasia.

Eventually, Taraji strolled downstairs, freshly showered and still in her robe.

“Good morning! Crap, I’m late for work! I don’t think we’ve been introduced—I'm Taraji,” she said, grabbing Fantasia's favorite oversized hoodie from the laundry basket.
“I’m Lauren. That’s her go-to hoodie,” she replied. As Taraji slipped on her boots, it was clear she had put together a stunning outfit for the day.

“Yeah, well, she has a thing for all her hoodies, and I may be in trouble with my wardrobe. I’ll see you later,” Taraji said, tossing the robe onto the couch as she made her exit.

She didn’t have a moment to spare; she hopped into her car and drove straight to the office, then dashed to the boutique to snag a dress for her meeting.

On the other side, Carter was wide awake, breaking the law in pursuit of information on Fantasia and Triple 4. She even tracked down Lorenzo for more intel, promising him protection in exchange for his cooperation.

“Fantasia isn’t Triple 4; she’s far darker than that. Just name an agent who’s been killed, and I can guarantee she’s behind it. I have a list, starting with Agent Steve Buckley—a death labeled a suicide, all her doing. Agent Ryan Simmons, Agent—”