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I was standing on the backside of his couch, putting my dress back on, opting to ditch the torn panties and slip at his place, when he came up behind me and pushed me over the back of
the couch so my head ended upside down and my feet were dangling off the floor. “Tyson, stop!”
“Sure, I’ll stop when I’m done.” I tried to get up, but he was too strong and forced me to stay bent over while he stuck his dick in my pussy from behind. He fucked the living daylights out of me, and there was no point in saying it wasn’t what I really wanted. The streams of cum and pussy juice trickling down my inner thighs onto the floor told the true story.
He fucked me so hard, I could feel his balls slamming up against the back of my thighs while he pumped his dick in and out of me. When it was all over and he had busted his second nut, he let me down. I finished getting dressed, and we were both breathing like we had just crossed the finish line in a twenty-six-mile marathon. I had never been turned out in such a fashion.
After I got my shoes on, I headed for the door. “Hold up, Zoe. I know you’re married and all, but do you have an office number where I can reach you? I want to see you again.”
I opened the front door of his apartment and glanced back at him sitting on the couch, still trying to catch his breath. “No, I’m a housewife. I don’t have an office number.”
“Pager? Cell phone?”
“No, none of that.” My ass was lying big-time, but keeping my anonymity was the one bright side to the whole fucked-up situation. Tyson only knew me as Zoe , and that’s all his ass needed to know.
“So, will I see you again?”
“I’ll be in touch!” With that, I left his place, got in my car, and drove home. Jason still had a couple of friends over when I arrived home. The game was over, but they were sitting around drinking beers and talking about various player’s career statistics.
He waved at me as I came in. “Hey, baby. Have a good time with Brina?”
“Yes, we had a nice, long talk.” Yet another lie! I was getting too good at fabrication. Before Jason could get up to come over and give me a kiss, I told him I was going upstairs to take a hot shower because my back was sore. I didn’t want him to smell sex on me, and besides, my back and everything else was sore from being fucked so hard.
When he came to bed later that night, I was asleep, but he woke me up to have sex. I was ecstatic—he was the only man I ever truly wanted in the first place. As usual, he just used me to do his do, and when I tried to go down on him, he refused me once again.
I decided to tell him the truth about what happened with Brina. Well, kind of. I conveniently made it sound like I stayed there for hours after Dempsey left, comforting her, when that wasn’t even the case. However, the black eye was pure fact, and Jason told me to stay away from the stupid bitch if she was dumb enough to let herself be beat like that. I ended up having to listen to the all-your-friends-are-sluts speech, but I fell asleep in the middle of it.
chapter
eighteen
“Mrs. Reynard, there’s a Quinton Matthews here to see you.” My secretary’s voice screeched out over the speaker on my desk. I was in the middle of drinking a cup of hot tea and almost spilled it on a pile of prints, new additions to the collection. I had decided not to use Quinton’s work because I knew the affair would eventually have to end, and I didn’t want anything tying us together when it did. I wanted the break to be clean, and as far as I was concerned, the affair ended the day I caught him with his dick all up in Diamond’s pussy.
“Send him in, please.” I released the speak button on the intercom and wondered why the hell he would risk coming to my office when he could’ve called. I wasn’t about to confront him in the outer office. All I needed was some drama getting into the hands of gossipmongers.
He stormed into my office like he owned the place and sat on the edge of my desk. “Zoe, why haven’t you called me or come by?”
His ass was really trippin’, so I told him, “Your ass is trippin’. Why the hell do you think I haven’t?”
“You tell me!” He started getting loud on a sistah.
“Keep your voice down,” I insisted. “This is a business.” Once he calmed down and started breathing through his mouth again, I added, “You know why I haven’t called your ass. Get real! The last time I saw you, you were fucking the hoochie down the hall.”
“I told you that was an accident.” He came closer to me, trying to give me a hug. “It’s all about you and me, Boo. You’re my girl.”
“Get your fuckin’ hands off me!” I started getting loud my damn self.
“See, now you’re the one overreacting.”
“Naw, hell naw, I’m not.” I really didn’t want to rehash the dirt, and definitely not in my office. “Could you do us both a favor and just leave? I have a lot of work to do. I’ve fallen way behind fooling around with you.”
We were both on our feet by that time, having a good old-fashioned Mexican standoff. I didn’t have a damn thing to say and neither did he. We just stared at each other until he finally broke the silence. “I’m not giving up on this relationship, Zoe. That’s the bottom line. If I have to camp outside in your secretary’s office with a sleeping bag and a box of Twinkies, so be it.”
I couldn’t hold the laugh in. “Oh, so now I’m a joke, Zoe?” I laughed harder until the tears starting rolling down my cheeks and I was holding my stomach. The fact of the matter was what he said was hilarious, but the situation wasn’t.
I regained my composure because he was truly getting pissed. “Quinton, I’ll call you. I promise.”
“When?”
