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“Damn, I thought since your dick has been down my throat a few times, you could kiss me on the lips.”

“Remy, I don’t even kiss your pussy. We fuck and that’s it. Anything beyond that will not happen. Are we staying or going?”

Ignoring my warning, Remy got on her knees and unzipped my pants. I tapped the partition and motioned for the driver to leave the strip club.

Chapter Four

Amena

I was cradling Kayne in my arms, and Virgil was once again berating me for not being ready on time. It was sending me into a spiral, and I wanted to hide.

Yanking his suit jacket off the rack, he asked, “Are you even listening?” The snarl on his face sent shock waves through my body. Everything was moving too fast, and all I’d asked for was time to recoup after having the baby.

“Virgil, just go without me.” I kissed Kayne on the forehead, soothing him while he was coughing. My baby boy had a terrible cold, and his father thought he needed to man up—whatever that meant.

“How many times have we discussed my career, Amena?”

I sighed, not ready for another lecture on the mighty Virgil Especot’s life.

“Since the moment you put a ring on my finger.”

“I don’t care for your tone.” A frown formed right as a knock came at the door and the fake happy husband appeared. “Mr. and Mrs. Especot, the car is ready,” Virgil’s assistant Sharon explained with her breasts spilling out.

Virgil grinned, not even caring enough to have some type of decorum in front of his wife. We’ve been married for five years and together eight with our first child and somehow, I became the person I hated. Anything I did, the way I dressed, the way I acted was not the way Virgil wanted his woman to be in the public.

“Sharon, we’ll be right down.”

“Okay, Virgil,” Sharon replied, and my eyes widened in surprise. None of his staff were permitted to call him Virgil and suddenly she had become more comfortable being in our personal business. She stood off to the side with the doorway open and smirk on her face.

“You can go,” I dismissed her, rubbing my baby’s back.

“Of course, Amena.” Sharon sighed, her eyes flinging from me to my husband.

At Virgil’s nod, she reached to close the door and I knew he’d start on me about talking to her with a n attitude.

“Let’s get something straight, Amena.”

I walked to my side of the bed and laid Kayne down, with pillows around him, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

My imagination ran off the charts recalling all of his late nights not coming home and constantly ignoring anything that had to do with me and his son.

“Virgil, I?—”

The dark gaze in his eyes and finger pointed in my face let me know it would be another night of fighting. “Shut the fuck up. Somehow you believe you run this marriage and household, but let me be clear, you don’t.”

“I’m clear on a lot of things, Virgil, and you sleeping with Sharon is not one of them.”

Standing with a snide grin, he said, “Yes I am.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear, tracing a finger down my cheek to lift my chin.

I forced myself to not throw up my lunch at his admission. Even though we hadn’t been in the best place for the last year, I thought we loved each other.

“You lost the right to touch me.” I yanked back from his grip.

Virgil shook his head, turned around, stalked toward the door, and stopped with a hand on the doorknob. I admired the tall, broad shoulders that I loved to wrap my arms around and cuddle up against when we first started dating.

“Get yourself together, and the car will come back to pick you up.”

The past few years I loved a man who never cared about me, only how we looked in the public. “I told you I’m not going. My son is sick.”

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