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I said before I turned and walked to the door, thinking all the men of the Richardson family were equally annoying, and I don’t know how any of their women survived with them for so long, well all of them but Selena who was finally living her life the way she wanted with no fear of being killed or thrown out against her will. The moment I reached my bedroom I quickly unlocked my phone and there it was, a hundred and one photos of Elias holding hands with a woman that I had never seen before as they both left a club in downtown Los Angeles. I felt my chest tighten and jealousy eat me up from the inside as I looked through a few of that photos that were splattered all over social media. “Elias

After a brief conversation with Grandma Glenda, which ended in me getting a new job offer, aka the role of Rosen's shiny new Director, I was too exhausted to keep up appearances for the night. I'm half tempted to find Devon, drag him off to a bathroom and have sex with him. Take a picture. Or a video. Send it to my husband just to spite him. The temptation is real, but my feet hurt, and I honestly need to rest. Also, he doesn't fuck married women. Without saying goodbye to Daphne or anyone, I leave the gallery and take a cab straight to Grandma Glenda's mansion. I'm sure Carter can find some entertainment for the night.

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

A moment later, she stares sharply at her conversational partner. "Hm... maybe two or three years ago? I don't know, I kinda forgot. But when I met Ottis again, I knew his love for me was still there." "And because of that, you stooped to becoming a temptress?" The woman, dressed in a peach blouse and loose pants, laughs. This time her laughter is very mocking. "I didn't tempt him, your husband was the one tempted. Besides, you should think about why your husband was tempted. What's lacking in you?"

Not even a cold shower seemed to do much for me after what I just saw. I told myself. 'Gosh, my libido is craving Tameka. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I never knew my wife had such an amazing body! She has it all, too, unlike Lizzy, who is nice but not the full package. I can't seem to understand why my cravings are so strong. I've never sexually desired my wife before now. What I'm experiencing has to be just physical temptation. Finally, I can get over these feelings.' Well, I lied. I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'she is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?

she said, meeting my eyes, and it sounded like a promise. I could have told her I would miss her either way. We'd never quite tried phone sex, but where was the fun in that? We both had laptops, and as long as we had an internet connection, a video sex call would be so much better. There was only so much separation from my wife I thought I could handle. The only problem would be get-ting her on board with the idea, but I somehow didn't think it would be as much of a problem as I'd initially thought.

“I want to be your wife.” Silence fell. His cold expression darkened instantly. “What?” he asked slowly. “I said I’d like to be your wife,” I repeated, my heart racing. “If you prefer, it can be a marriage of convenience. We can sign a one-year contract… or even three.” The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Disgust flashed across his face. He turned without saying anything and headed for the door. Panic shot through me. “Do you like stargazing?” I blurted out.

My tongue swirls with hers, my hands pull her tight, and I hold her so close, like I never want to let her go. My temptation. My wife!

She took off her damn clothes, thinking seduction was the key to employment. And I won’t lie—I’m human, and of course I got hard just staring at her luscious ample breasts. It took all my will power to look away, but my fucking cock had other plans. Even though she’s got a body that could bring a priest to his knees, I can never bring myself to cheat on my wife. I love my wife, and no amount of temptation is worth losing Megan. I don't think I'll survive if she ever decides to leave me someday.