Big Mistake 2

She's Charged Up: Part One

"You've remote controlled my heart, my mind, and my body for way too long. You should have never bitten the hand that fed you." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Malcolm swallows a large lump in his throat, looking at his wife's unnamed facial expression. He could tell she was not phased by who Candace appeared to be, but he also knew she would not put up with her man possible being unfaithful behind closed doors.

"Why you askin' who she is?" He finally manages to ask Paris, stirring his pasta.

"Well... since you all on the phone with this bitch with my name in your mouth, and her being promiscuous as fuck. So who is she, Malcolm? And don't lie to me."

Malcolm smooths out his mouth into a straight line. He had to tell the truth, but not all of it.  He'd be ruining the surprise he has in store for his wife.

"Well, she's helping me in a private project with a few people. And it's just a surprise for you, okay?" He says, winking at his wife. He takes her hands in his and plants a kiss on both.

"Please tell me I won't have shit to worry about with this female?" Paris asks, meddling the fact of what she had already known from peeping in on her husband's conversation with the woman.

Malcolm sighs and pulls back from Paris. "Well... she has come on to me maybe three times, but I didn't pay any attention to it. But today I made it clear that if she doesn't do her job, then she can kiss this shit goodbye. It's all on her at this point, and I just hope she does right."

Paris clamps her hands together and rests her elbows on the desk while her husband feeds her the warm, spicy, delicious chicken and shrimp pasta. 

"Fire her." She finally speaks after snatching the fork from Malcolm's hand.

Malcolm exhales deeply and nods in compliance.  "Okay..."

Paris's smile widens as she stands from her chair and swivels her way around the shiny black desk.  Pushing her husband back in his seat, she wipes away at Malcolm's mouth and grabs the spoon from his hand and prepares to feed him.

Her privacy resting on top of his, she feels his manhood harden from her touch.  She was happy that he was able to make her and their family happy, whole, and elated for a wonder of nineteen years.

"Your dad called today." Malcolm speaks up as they each finish up eating.

Paris rolls her brown eyes up to the ceiling of her office then back down to her husband's dazzling brown orbs before her.

Taking a bite out of a delicious Hawaiian roll, she asks; "And what did he want?"

"Just to see if I would bring the kids to see him within a few weeks."

Paris nods her head and rises up from her husband's lap.  Walking back around to her chair behind the desk, she could feel Malcolm's eyes on her lower backside, traveling their way up to the back of her head.

"You gone stop lookin' at me like that. Unless you're ready for round two." Her seductive tone laces Malcolm's ears softly, his already hardened member making him grow terribly anxious.

Resting his body lower into the chair, clamping his hands behind his head, he stares Paris straight in her face.

"What?" She asks in annoyance mixed with admiration.  She knew he wanted more action, but her shop wouldn't close for another two hours so he'd have to wait for his wife's feisty love.

Rubbing his hands smoothly across the top of the shiny, flat, smooth wooden and glass desk, he takes a look at the desk before looking up at Paris.  "I'd like to bend you over this one more time."