"The past is always there to ruin things... especially when you have your whole entire life put together after the trauma they caused." -Yamesia
The next morning...
Paris threw down her purse and lied back onto the comfortable cushy hotel suite bed. Her and Malcolm had just arrived in Orlando, Florida for a beauty honor award party on Paris's behalf. Also, later today she'd be participating in a photoshoot.
As of now, she wanted to rest her weary eyes and drift off reluctantly to sleep. She needed to be up and at 'em for her photo shoot. Before her and Malcolm decided on having more children then they could bear, they had a brief conversation on whether or not she should begin a modeling career.
She didn't want her salon, clothing and bath store to be the only thing to her name. As well as being the daughter of the infamous Isaac Jr., and his dashing wife Precious. But, once those two things ended abruptly and uncertainly, Paris went to embark on a new destiny of life.
She needed to name herself and be the face that everyone wanted representing their magazines, clothing lines, and other sorts of entrepreneurship alliances.
With her husband right by her side, exhibiting the piece of artwork she has become. And even though they have been at each other's throats for months, he still proceeds to exhibit his wife in all of her glory and honor her for who she is.
Deep down inside, Malcolm isn't as happy as he used to be. Their intimacy was amazing to the point where she amazed him at unbelievable times. But, Malcolm hasn't been able to grab onto the love that used to be there for the one he gave his life to.
He hates the fact that his kids have become affected by it and have grown miserable and tired, but a man could never help the way things turn out to be. Most of the time though.
For the first time in his life, Malcolm felt weak and useless. He felt as if Paris was not in love with him like she used to be. As far as his be behavior has submerged, he doesn't blame the way she isolates herself at all.
In fact, if the tables were turned he'd do the same thing. But maybe more drastic measures would be involved. He never had a passion for foul play if someone did him wrong. He only shrugged it off, told them off, and went about his own merry way.
At the moment, he wasn't all too sure about the status of their relationship. After his loving daughters put on their beautiful play the night before, he had an hour long discussion with Paris about marriage and family counseling.
They felt that their children had many more things to say other than the show they lead on.
Feeling a bit concupiscent, he pulled his wife up by her arm and brought her delicious, creamy lipgloss filled lips into his. His hands made their way down to her backside as his tongue danced among a lovely tango with hers.
She smelled of strawberries and whip cream, while he smelled of fresh soap and mixed cologne. The perfect fragrance enticed their cravings for each other as they skyrocketed through the roof of the hotel.
Malcolm pushed them back onto the bed, kissing his wife passionately and sexily as his hands traveled down her thigh, sending ice cold chills throughout her body. Her legs were wrapped wound his waist as he laid in between her thighs.
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Big Mistake 2
General Fiction'To be, or not to be'... is the quote a lot of marriages go by. Once you and your loved one are married, you two have embarked on a journey of love, hope, God, and an eternal life to share. But, how many marriages you know go by this certain sacred...
