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Myla could feel a tingling sensation covering her entire body, as if there were flames dancing under her skin. It started at the base of her neck and moved down south. Her pussy throbbed so hard that she could’ve sworn it had a heartbeat.

Calm down, girl. You’ve only known this nigga for twenty-four hours, Myla thought as she tried to stop the pounding between her legs. This feeling was scary to her. She had never received goosebumps and hot flashes from any man before. The intensity of what she was feeling was confirmation that she needed to get this man far away from her.

She opened her mouth to tell Dante to leave, but “Is there any particular room that you’d like to see first?” came out instead as she entered the code to unlock her front door.

Why the fuck did you ask that? Get this fine ass man away from you and your house! Myla could hear warning bells going off in her head. Different emotions fought for dominance within her. Confusion, excitement, curiosity. This feeling was new to her, and truthfully, she had no idea how to handle what she was feeling.

Too much was happening. She could hear the faint sound of her heartbeat in her ears, feel the tremors of her hands, and most importantly, she could feel lust. Dante was just too damn fine. What she was experiencing with Dante wasn’t attraction; it was something a bit more dangerous: obsession and possession.

She hadn’t known him a full day yet, and she was already thinking of him as, my man, my man, my man. Myla felt like he was casting a spell on her, and at this moment, she didn’t care. This man was hypnotizing. Every glance he gave her pulled her in deeper.

Dante’s smile was devilish. He could see that Myla was stuck in thought. Rather than waiting for her to regain focus, he decided to restart the conversation.

“How about this? You take this bag into the kitchen. Do not open it. Then point me in the direction of a bathroom with a tub,” he ordered as he handed Myla one of the two shopping bags.

“Yes, sir. Guest restroom it is. Follow me,” Myla said as she walked through her 2D living room to access the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs.

Upon entrance, Dante was blown away.

Everything was bright white with black trimming and matte black accents, a black chandelier, and a thick black carpet in front of the double sinks so fluffy that Dante almost thought it was a bear. The look of this bathroom told Dante two things: Myla loved luxury, and she spared no expense on the renovation and decor.

“Damn, Dr. Pleasant. When I grow up, I want to be just like you, Big Spenda,” Dante joked.

Myla laughed. “Have you ever had a chance to visit the National Museum of African American History and Culture in DC?”

“No, I haven’t. I tend to go out of the country for my vacations. Why do you ask?”

“When you get a chance, add it to your list of places to visit. I mentioned it because there is a Maya Angelou quote on the wall that says, ‘The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.’ That is how I feel about my home. This is my sanctuary and place of peace. Keeping my home comfortable is priceless. If you can’t find peace in your home, whatever is causing chaos has to leave. I’m going to take this to the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything.” Myla smiled warmly before turning to walk in the direction of her state-of-the-art kitchen.

“I forgot to buy some cleanser,” Dante lied, since buying would have implied that he made a purchase. “Can you bring me some of whatever you use to clean the bathroom. I’m going to need it,” Dante said as he set the bag of stolen goods on the sink.

“Sadly, I don’t have cleaning products. My housekeeper brings the cleaning supplies she prefers to use. There’s a Dollar General six minutes away. Let me grab my keys, and I’ll go there and get some Ajax.”

“Ok. Do you want me to ride with you?” Dante asked, even though he hoped she would say no.

“No, you’re fine right here. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Myla said as she turned to walk out the door and entered her car. Dante stood at the Bay window and watched Myla drive off.

Before she even closed the door, he had pulled out his cell phone and opened his decoy app. Sixteen different dating apps stared back at him. He saw nothing wrong with being in a woman’s home and searching for other women.

In just a few moments, she’d be damaging a friendship that meant more to her than life itself, all for a ‘healthy start with him.’ His way of thinking and hers were completely different.

Dante opened the app, Love Conquers All, and began to open his private messages. It had been a few days since he logged on, so he was interested in seeing what the ladies had to say.

Love Conquers All Message from EU Belong2Me: Lose my fucking number if you can’t be available when I need you. I have needs too!

Love Conquers All Message from Sharonda: You need to call me, or I’m calling the police. The games you play are sick and twisted. I hope I never meet another man like you.

Love Conquers All Message from Kayla: You said you loved me; how could you do this to me? I’m willing to go to therapy for us to fix things. Just please tell me what I did to deserve how you treated me.

Love Conquers All Message from Mona: You’re such a fucking liar and manipulator. Cosplaying as a good man.

“This app is burned out. Time to delete this,” Dante said as he went to his settings, deleted his profile, then uninstalled the app from his phone. He then logged into another app: Lonely Housewife Dating App. He normally had a better rapport with the women on this one.

Lonely Housewife Message from Jessica: What type of person lies about being a realtor? Had I known that all you did was watch YouTube videos to learn real estate lingo, I never would’ve given you a deposit. The only reason I haven’t reported you to the police is that I don’t want my husband to find out. Fucking fraud!

Lonely Housewife Message from Melanie: Please don’t do this. My husband cannot find out about this. I did everything you asked. Why are you doing this?