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“I wanna suck your dick tonight,” LaQuandra stated in as sexy of a voice as she could muster given the circumstances. “It’s time you fuck me, Isaiah.” She pulled back and looked Isaiah in the eyes, so that he knew just how serious she was. “I need you to fuck me.”
Isaiah blinked, LaQuandra’s face was mere inches from his. “We not here for that, Quandra,” he said nonchalantly. “We’re here for other shit—to fix this marriage. Remember?”
“And how the hell is that working out for us so far, huh, Isaiah?” LaQuandra felt herself beginning to shake from the inside out. She struggled to stay on script, but between the four shots of Tequila, her hormones, and thoughts of that bitch Cassandra creeping up in her head, she couldn’t help herself—no, she really didn’t want to—so she grabbed Isaiah’s face and dug her fingertips into his jaws and said, “Does that ghetto bitch suck your dick the way I do? Has she ever fucked you to sleep, like me?”
And then she mushed his face back.
“What the fuck?” he snapped.
“No, tell me,” she insisted. “Is that trashy bitch sucking your dick, huh, Isaiah?”
This time, she spoke over the music, loud enough for everyone else to hear.
Dr. Dangerfield looked over at the couple.
“Tell me, Isaiah! Is that bitch’s pussy as wet and juicy as mine?”
“Chill, Quandra,” Isaiah said calmly, but he was boiling inside. “You asking shit that isn’t a part of the program.”
“Fuck a program, motherfucker! I’m standing here pretending with your ass, feeling like some stupid, thirsty-ass bitch. I’ma boss-bitch, nigga! If you want that trashy bitch, then you can go be with her. I’m sick of this shit.”
Isaiah scowled, allowing her to see how pissed her tirade made him.
“Bitch, you crazy as fuck.” Isaiah jumped up from his chair and pushed LaQuandra out of his way, causing her to stumble. “I’m out.”
If LaQuandra wanted all eyes on her, she now had them.
Six sets of eyes, all watching, waiting . . .
As she picked herself up from off the floor.
Thirty
Krista glanced over at Kendall, who was lightly snoring. He hadn’t stirred since his head hit the pillow and he’d fallen asleep. He was sleeping soundly. Peacefully. But Krista spent a terrible night tossing and turning.
Her mind racing, her thoughts consuming her, Krista couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at the pit of her soul. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something felt . . . off.
Different.
Or maybe it felt too good.
Either way, she was beginning to think coming here was a mistake—a very, very big one. There was way too much temptation here. Too much sin surrounded her, surrounded them. All this sexual energy that hovered in the atmosphere wasn’t good. Too much of anything never was.
Krista rose quietly from the bed, careful not to wake Kendall. She sighed, stretching her sore muscles, and then stumbled over to one of the dressers and opened the top drawer, pulling out a nightgown—a powder-blue one with pink roses dotted all over it. She slipped it over her naked body. And then she retied the black silk scarf she’d wrapped around her head last night to hold her hair in place back into a neat bow.
She shuffled to the bathroom, padded thumps of her feet muffled into the thick carpet, to relieve herself. She washed her hands, still feeling Kendall’s heavy erection between her legs. Then she returned to bed, glancing at the window as the first light of morning softly illuminated the room.
Krista’s gaze then lingered over Kendall’s body. His back stretched wide, his large hand clutching the sheets, the top sheet covering his ass and legs. She thanked God for him. Every waking moment, she gave the glory to Him—for blessing her life, for blessing her marriage.
Krista crawled back into bed.
Girl, stop this damn foolishness, Krista mentally scolded. That bitch is only an illusion, a fantasy. Kendall’s ass isn’t thinking about some damn porn star whore.
Mmph. She knew Kendall loved her. Knew he was devoted to her. Yes, she’d done well for herself. She’d snatched herself one prize of a man. Honest. Hardworking. Good provider. Good lover. Faithful.
She’d prayed for a man like him. And God had saw fit to grace her and He had come right on time.
He always did.
