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Alex

Istared into her wide eyes, the green brighter than usual with the dazed expression on her face. I cupped her cheek, running my thumb over the soft skin, and noticed that her lipstick wasn’t even smudged. That wasn’t from lack of trying.

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked softly. She nodded, and I chuckled huskily. “Did you understand what I just said?”

“Yes,” she breathed the word toward me, her eyes still open wide, her lips still parted in awe. I understood that feeling.

“I’m going to kiss you again, Mya.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips and stayed there.

“Is that okay, Mya? Is it okay to kiss you again?”

She lifted her chin, her eyes wide as she responded eagerly: “yes.”

This time, I didn’t demand entry or for her to respond. Instead, I kissed her tenderly, and she opened immediately for me. Her tongue swiped over mine in a sensual dance. I shifted to wrap my arm around her waist, which allowed her to reposition her arms around my neck. I pressed my body against hers, wishing like hell that we were somewhere more private than a hallway in a museum.

The kiss lasted a little longer than the previous one had, and when I pulled back, I rested my forehead on hers for a moment and inhaled deeply. Her perfume was soft, subtle, and filled my lungs.

She shifted, putting space between us, and I saw questions in her eyes. “Have you really not been with anyone else?”

“I swear that I have not. Belinda is trying to paint me as a womanizer, but since I met her, I have not kissed another woman like that. I haven’t had any sexual relationship, either.”

She pursed her lips momentarily. “At the risk of pissing you off again, I need to ask you another question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Did you force your wife to have sex with your last manager to further your career?”

I shook my head, holding back the anger that tried to surge forward. I knew this question eventually would be asked. “No, I did not. Belinda and Buck were screwing each other behind my back. I had no clue until I walked in on her giving him a blowjob in the living room one night when they thought I was asleep.”

I sighed and stepped away to lean against the wall behind me as I remembered the scene.

Belinda had been on her knees, her skirt around her waist, her ass bare as she leaned over Buck’s lap. I had stood there for a few seconds, wondering if I was dreaming, but then Buck’s eyes opened and landed on me. For a second, he started to smile as if he were glad that I had found them, but then reason came to him, and he shoved Belinda away. She fell back to the carpet, growling, “What the hell, Buckie?”

“Alex, it’s not what it looks like.”

Belinda hustled to her feet, pulling her skirt down and trying to shove her breasts back into her bra. Her face turned red as a tomato. “Alex, it’s not. It’s not what it looks like.”

I glared between the two of them and began to stalk closer. “You both said that. However, what I see is my wife sucking your dick, Buckie—in my house—while I’m sleeping. Please tell me how that might be wrong?”

Buck was zipping up his pants, backing away from me as I moved closer to him, ready to knock the shit out of him. He put his hands up, “I’m sorry, Alex. I really am. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Get out.”

“Alex, we have that show next week.”

“Get the fuck out, Buck! You’re fired! You got that?”

“Alex,” Belinda grabbed my arm and pulled.. “You can’t fire him.”

I spun on her, yanking my arm back and trying to reign in the urge to smack her. “I can do exactly that, and you need to pack your shit! You can leave with him!”

I turned my back on her and glared at Buck. He put his hands up, “I’m going, Alex. I’m going.” He spun and raced to the door. A moment later, the door slammed.

“How could you fuck my manager?”

“I was trying to help you, baby.”

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