Page 54 of Desire

“She’s in love with you.”

“Baby—”

“We don’t have to debate it, but it’s true.”

“I don’t want to talk about her or work. It’s been a long day. How was the rest of your day?”

“Interesting.”

“Really? How?”

“There’s a new preschool opening in the fall. I completed an application and immediately got a response. I’ll be called in for an interview when they start the hiring process.”

“That’s great news, baby. I’m proud of you for not giving up.”

“It was looking a little bleak for a minute. I mean, there are only so many schools I can apply to in the city.”

“True, but remember, you don’t have to work. I kind of like the idea of you being home. Especially once I knock you up a few times and we have a house full of kids.”

“You and my biological clock aren’t on the same page, but let’s talk about that when there’s something to talk about.”

“Okay, we can table that conversation for now. What else interesting happened today?”

She sighed. “How about you shower, and I’ll tell you afterward?”

“Damn, is it that bad?”

“I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

I tried to stall, but she insisted I shower before telling me the rest of her news. The shower was quick, and I strolled my naked ass to the bed and slid in beside her.

“What’s the news?”

“You have to promise not to be upset with me.”

“I can’t do that, baby, and you’re making me nervous. What the hell is going on?”

She let her head fall back on the headboard and blew out a deep breath.

“After our wedding, I started getting messages on Flikstagram.”

“Messages from who?”

“I’m not sure. The usernames are random, and the profiles are empty.”

I sat up and turned on my side to face her. “Usernames? So, the messages are from more than one person?”

“They’re from different profiles, but I think it may be the same person. All the messages are warning me about being with you.”

“What? Do you still have them?”

“I took screenshots before blocking the profile, but?—”

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me about this right away? Let me see the messages.”

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and went to her photos. Although unintentional, I aggressively snatched the phone from her hand, causing her to frown.

“You need to calm down,” she warned.

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