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  “You’re a Godsend.”

  He softly chuckled. “Relax and try to sleep again. I know you’re tired.”

  I peeked at him. “You sure?” I asked, feeling guilty. I was such a bad wife, but damn, I was exhausted.

  “You always come first. Don’t worry about me.” He kissed my big toe.

  “I love you, D.”

  He playfully bit my toe, kissing it again. “Don’t you ever forget it; that’s all I ask.”

  As if that would ever happen. Not in a million years, buddy, I thought, smiling as I drowned in blissful dreams.

  Just Like Old Times

  “So how was date night? Was it a success?” Masie winked at me as she frosted cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.

  I was experimenting with flavored macaroons, whipping the egg whites as I responded to her. “I fell asleep.”

  “No shit.”

  I paused, looking over at her. “Yes shit.”

  That morning, I had woken up with Drake already gone for work, so a morning quickie hadn’t even been available. The previous night, he had been so understanding, I felt like I needed to make it up to him.

  “I’m a bad wife, aren’t I?”

  She evilly grinned at me. “You need to step up your game or that hot, hunky husband of yours might get tempted with those short skirted, little office workers prancing around him all day long.”

  I stilled, feeling her comment hitting close to home. Katie… was she going to be trouble? It’s not like Drake was in to younger women anyway… I mean, was he? I doubted it.

  “Thanks for making me insecure, friend!” I pulled out my phone, texting.

  Me: Pick me up at 7? And, please, bring your bike.

  I sighed as I placed the phone next to me, feeling anxious. We hadn’t been married for a year, yet God, sometimes my insecurity got the best of me.

  “I was kidding.”

  No, she wasn’t. “Sure.”

  She blew me kisses before getting back to her beautiful handiwork. “Love you.”

  I shook my head, knowing she had a point. Marriage was work. Marriage was compromise. And as much as I wanted to focus on work, I also needed to balance my life with Drake.

  When my phone chimed with his name on it, my heart skipped a beat.

  Drake: See you then. Ordering lunch to be delivered later. Eat it, please. Love you.

  Me: You rock.

  Drake: I am… rock hard.

  His reply made me smirk. That man seriously had a dirty mind.

  Me: Keep it that way.

  Drake: Always, babe. Gotta get back to work. See you at 7.

  “Casting your love spell?” Masie sheepishly grinned at me.

  “You bet your ass I am!”

  I had taken her comments seriously and she knew it, too. The day she became a married woman, I would gladly repay her with the same treatment.

  After our banter, we resumed working for the rest of the morning. We didn’t take a break until Drake’s special lunch delivery came and we had to halt working to enjoy the delicious thoughtfulness of my husband.

  After lunch, the rest of the day went by quickly.

  At six p.m., Masie clocked out, and I stayed an hour later to finish a new recipe I was trying out. I didn’t realize what time it was until I heard someone clear their throat to get my attention. When I looked up, Drake was leaning against the kitchen door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched me intensely. He was dressed in ripped jeans paired with his washed-out leather jacket.

  “Oh, my God! I lost track of time!”

  “I like watching you work,” he said without moving from his spot.

  He looked like a model, and with eyes like his, he could put any woman under his spell.

  “Let me clean up and we’re good to go,” I said distractedly as I focused on setting aside the newly baked macaroon shells, not wanting to pay attention to my body that was strung high just from watching him. Could I really be this horny? I was past twenty-five, for crying out loud. I needed to get a grip. I wasn’t some hormonal teenager that would jump on her man the second he showed up looking like a scrumptious treat.

  “Breathe, Lil.”

  I looked up with questioning eyes. The second our gazes met, I knew what he was thinking. He could easily see through me; that I was flustered with sexual tension. Oh, yeah.

  Biting on my lower lip, I blushed hard as I tried to focus on cleaning up. “Why don’t you go wait outside? I’ll be out in five.” I didn’t even look at him because I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further.

  When I heard him stride over towards me, I almost lost my breath from excitement. I let out a small groan when he came up behind me, almost touching me.

  “What’s getting you all worked up, babe?”

  “You.” And he knew damn well it was him.

  His hands came up to the sides of my hips, massaging them gently—up and down—while I anticipated the thrill of what he intended to do next.

  “Yeah?” He licked the side of my neck. “What do I do to you?”

  “You…” I licked my lips, “you make me feel… everything.”

  He grunted into my ear before he bit my neck, no holds barred. His teeth pierced into my skin, making me scream in pleasure while I felt a gush of liquid in my nether region.

  “Drake!” I shrieked, gasping for air.

  “That’s right. Scream. My. Name,” he said the moment he pulled my leggings and underwear down in a flash before he lowered his own pants. The sound of his zipper sent a thrill all over me.

  My hands were gripping the sides of the working table when he slightly bent me over, entering me from behind. He didn’t even have to double check if I was wet enough for him; he just knew when to strike at the right time. I almost passed out from his forceful entry. He surged inside me like a force of nature, not caring about anything else but his own purpose. His own satisfaction.

  “Missed my cock, my beautiful wife?” he hissed into my ear as he started to pound me into the table.

  “Yes,” was all I could say. All I could think of was the throbbing ache inside me, needing to be unleashed. He was all I could feel. He was all I could see. My body surrendered to him, giving him everything it could offer.

  His gripped tightened as he paced himself faster. “Fuck… you’re so tight, babe.”

  His left hand reached out on the side, dipping his forefinger in a bowl of chocolate frosting before placing it on my lips. “Suck it while I own your sweet body,” he groaned into my ear.

  My tongue, like the rest of my obediently submissive body, immediately snaked out to suck on his finger, stroking it as if it was his manhood, moaning as I tasted the sweetness of the frosting. There was nothing more erotic than doing two sexual acts that would get your man all fired up to the point where he was borderline ballistic for wanting you. I loved this about Drake; his lovemaking was out of the world.

  “I’m coming,” he said through gritted teeth just before I felt him expand inside me, yelling my name like a curse as he came inside me. “Tighten around me.” I did as he asked, exploding in my own sweet surrender to oblivion. “Milk it, babe.” With my muscles tightened around his shaft, I slowly moved my hips up and down, doing as he asked until there was nothing left.

  He didn’t immediately pull out. He kept on slowly stroking himself inside of me at a short pace as he left a trail of kisses on my spine.

  “You’re amazing.”

  No, he made me amazing. He somehow let out a sexual woman in me.

  When my eyes dropped to the wasted chocolate filling, I sighed. “Damn. I have to make that again.” Still, it had been worth it and then some. I would never look at chocolate frosting without getting reminded of that nice, sexual stint with Drake in the kitchen.

  “Bring that with you… we still have all night.”

  “All night, huh?” I teased, pulling away from him before twirling around to face him. I planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips. “Is that a promise?”<
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  His eyes sparked to life, giving me a glimpse of his wickedness. “Fuck, yeah. But first, we have to get some food in you. Then maybe a little romance before I devour you like a nice, chocolate dessert.”

  I kissed him for the last time before I shooed him out so I could properly clean up the mess we had just made.

  “On it, babe!”

  Mirror Mirror

  “Why don’t you go to lunch first? I’m not that hungry yet.” Masie gave me a side glance before concentrating on going over an order sheet.

  I guess my tummy had grumbled way too loudly so she felt bad for me that’s why she offered that I go eat first.

  On top of that, she’d been stressed out about getting new business all morning, which meant that we had been going over every possible avenue for getting clients and there hadn’t been a moment to even grab a snack.

  Smiling at my friend, I raised my brow, hoping she’d meant it. “You sure? I can last for a few hours more.”

  Masie rolled her eyes at me. “Uh-uh. Why don’t you go over to Drake’s office and take him out for lunch?” she suggested.

  “He might be busy.” Drake always was lately. Would he appreciate a surprise lunch visit from me? I wasn’t sure.

  “It’s not like he can’t take an hour break to be with his wife,” she said, sounding like she couldn’t believe I was insecure about the prospect of at least trying.

  I pondered it for a few seconds before deciding what to do. “You’re right,” I sighed, untying my apron. “I’m going.” I paused, looking over to her. “Want me to get you something to eat? I can stop by to get you your fav tuna sandwich.”

  Masie gave me a sweet smile. “I’m good, hun; don’t worry. Thanks, though.” Her hand gestured at me to leave, so I did.

  With my keys bunched in my hand, I checked on my phone for missed calls and messages, but I only had one from my mom, stating that she wanted to take me to dinner at some point in the week to go over her upcoming birthday party. I really needed to do that. I mentally checked it on my calendar for some time on Wednesday or Thursday. From what I could recall, I had nothing going on with Drake either of those evenings.

  Unlocking my Lexus SUV—a generous present from Drake—I drove towards his work. It took approximately twenty minutes to get around Wilshire Boulevard with traffic and to Tatum Worldwide, Inc. Since I was his wife, I didn’t need to park in the parking garage; I could easily park right up front where the concierge would take care of it for me.

  Once I was inside the large, marble building, I got out my security pass so I could access the elevator. I gave myself a quick look-over from my subtle make-up and my simple white V-neck top to my black skinny jeans and black flats. My appearance was drab compared to the people who worked in the building, however there was nothing I could do; I went to work similarly dressed most of the time. I couldn’t afford to wear heels when I was on my feet all day baking. Besides, I would look ridiculous dressed like that. I was sure Drake wouldn’t mind; he’d seen me in far worse get-ups and hadn’t said a word about it.

  The second the elevator doors opened on Drake’s floor, Mindy was right there, passing by. She immediately looked up and gave me a fierce hug. She and I had worked together before, and I was glad that I had someone in Drake’s camp that looked out for me. I could ask her about Drake’s schedule and what not, and she would easily hand it over without mentioning it to her boss. I appreciated that much. It made things easier for me just in case I was planning an impending surprise dinner or vacation.

  “You look like a perfect, blushing newlywed!”

  I doubted it. I knew I looked like crap, so I rolled my eyes at her, grinning. “Is he here? He doesn’t know I’m coming over.” Mindy wasn’t his main assistant, yet she knew his ins and outs.

  “He’s here. He had a visitor without an appointment and told me not to go to lunch,” she informed me with a smile. “I’m sure you can go ahead and knock. Don’t tell him I suggested that, though.” She winked at me before going into the elevator.

  With a wave of thanks towards her, I silently strolled towards the right side of the building where his office was located. Letting out a soft breath once I reached his double mahogany doors, I knocked twice before I let myself inside with a small, forceful push.

  “Hi,” I rushed out the moment I saw Drake seated on one of the sofas with Katie on the opposite side. Pastries and coffee were on the table while they spoke to each other. “Am I interrupting?” I raised a brow towards Drake.

  Drake shook his head before glancing over to the short-shorts clad Katie. “I forgot that my wife was coming over. I’ll see you Monday at nine a.m. sharp. Don’t be tardy.” He gave her a quick nod, dismissing her.

  Katie smiled at him like a lost puppy then got up. “Thank you again for the awesome opportunity, Drake!” She moved over to him and gave him a hug that was too close for comfort while my husband simply patted her shoulder. She then went past me, giving me a tight smile before leaving his office.

  The second the door clicked, indicating the lock was in place, I watched him with curiosity. “I hope she won’t be dressed like that working for you.”

  He shrugged, placing his hands in his pocket. “Of course not.” He studied me awhile before walking towards me, stopping inches away. “Are you here to spy on me?”

  I licked my lips, matching his stare. “I wanted to take you out for lunch unless, of course, you went with her already.”

  “You sound angry… why’s that?”

  I wasn’t angry. Maybe a little defensive… “I wasn’t expecting her to be here, that’s all.” Katie was beautiful, and not to mention, young and fresh. And I was territorial.

  “I could’ve told you that had you called me first.”

  Something about his voice irked me. “I didn’t know I had to make appointments to see you.”

  “You don’t.” He frowned. “Why are we still discussing this? This is stupid.”

  It was. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. “Do you think she’s pretty?” The question surprised us both.

  His gray eyes darkened, watching me intently. “That’s a dumb question. I won’t answer that.”

  I let out a shaky breath, about to lose my temper. “Just answer it.” I was insecure, I knew that, and for Drake to finally know that I was made me feel even more unworthy, however something in me needed to know.

  “She’s barely out of her teens.”

  What was she? Twenty? So what? “A simple yes or no and then we can get on with lunch, if you still want to.”

  “Okay, maybe a little pretty,” he admitted before adding, “but I don’t look at her as anything other than a kid, Lil. So fucking drop it, please?”

  He meant his words—that he looked at her like a kid—but it still didn’t sit well with me. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  I nodded, not sure if I still wanted to go out for lunch anymore. My appetite was gone.

  “Do you want me to order or do you have a place in mind?” he asked while his forefinger cradled my chin, lifting it to meet his gaze.

  “I feel like a light lunch; a sandwich or a salad.” Pressing my lips together, I tried to get a hold of my emotions. Drake had been doing nothing wrong, and yet, here I was, over-reacting like an idiot. “I drove, so I’ll meet you at Jerry’s?”

  He nodded before pulling me into his arms. “See you in a bit.”

  “Okay.” I pulled out of his tight hold, ready to get out of his office.

  “I love you.” He tugged on my arms.

  Damn. My heart melted just a fraction. “Same here.”

  When we met at the restaurant, we barely spoke to each other as we strolled inside and were seated facing each other. I played with the condiments while he was on his phone. We both were trying to kill time, pretending that this odd silence wasn’t killing us inside.

  I watched as he set his phone aside the second our food arrived. The thought of eating a salad was a hardship; my appetite was nil. Nevertheles
s, I took my first bite, and the food felt like rocks in my mouth.

  “Do you really think I’d ever cheat on you?” Drake whispered without touching his food as he looked at me intently.

  Things happened… I wasn’t delusional. I mean, even saints got tempted. We were merely humans after all. “I know you love me; I don’t question that,” I whispered, feeling small in that moment. “But if it does happen, I won’t be surprised.”

  He stilled, frowning. “You need to explain this to me, ‘cause if the day came that you told me you’d had an affair, it would be the day I would kill another man.”

  It was a promise. “The women before me… I mean,” I started nervously as I toyed with the salad, pushing it around the white bowl. “Shannon and the celebrities you dated… were stunning.” I fucking wasn’t.

  I could lie to myself all I wanted, but I knew deep down that I was always aware of our differences. Those feelings tended to resurface when he surrounded himself with those women, making my insecurities come out on the surface, much to my chagrin.

  “So fucking what, Lil? I married you,” he spat out, frustrated. “You and not any of those women.”

  “It’s easy for you—”

  “I knew it was you I was going to marry,” he cut me off. “I have always known.”

  “Don’t you get tempted at all?”

  He pushed his plate away, growling. “I’m done with this stupidity.” He stood up. “Let me know when you’ve grown up.”

  I stayed in my seat, trying not to call him back. This argument had been all my doing. If I couldn’t straighten out my thoughts and emotions, there was no point in trying to talk to him.

  Marriage was about compromise—trust. I trusted him, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to believe that he wouldn’t cheat on me one day.

  There was no point in fighting with myself. I knew I had to face him later that night, and hopefully by then, I would have snapped out of this awful doubt.

  Fight Me Not

  Losing track of time only happened once in a while, and that night was one of them. By the time I checked my watch, it was already past eight. Usually, Drake had called or texted me by then, but there had been none of that. I deserved his cold indifference, too.