Page 8 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

It ain’t even make sense. That night in the club bathroom should’ve been a one-time, drunk, bad-bitch mistake. A quick fuck. A wild memory I buried and prayed don’t come up again. But that man? Thatdemonin a designer suit? He ain’t just touch my body—he branded it.

Fontaine was dangerous. Crazy. Obsessive.

And I shoulda been scared of him.

But I wasn’t.

I was scared ofme. Scared of how every time I thought about the way he growled “Speak up for me, baby” while fuckin’ me from behind, I damn near came without even touchin’ myself. Scared of how my bodyrememberedhim when I was supposed to forget.

And nowCarloswas gone.

They told us at work that morning. He ain’t show up for his shift. HR got the call. Dead. No foul play yet. “Still under investigation,” they said.

I blinked. Sat there with my mouth halfway open. We were just with eachother, he’d just hugged me. And now he was… gone?

I left work early that day. Cried a little in the car. I wasn’t super close to Carlos, but it still hit. Death always do.

The streets was slick with night when I pulled into my driveway. My house sat quiet up in View Park. Big windows, long-ass porch, and that soft glow of “ain’t-nobody-home” comin’ from the entryway light. My husband’s car was gone, again. Another “working late” night. I ain’t even question it. I was too tired to care.

I kicked off my heels, slid outta my blazer, and poured a fat-ass glass of wine. My satin robe clung to my curves like it had somethin’ to prove. I curled up on the couch, TV on low, tryna distract myself from the ache that never really left.

Ring. Ring.

My phone lit up next to me. Unknown number.

I answered slow. “Hello?”

Silence.

I sat up a little. “Hello?”

Then a voice.

“Where’s that husband of yours, baby?”

My blood turned ice. I looked around the room, heart thumpin’.

“Stop calling me.”

Click.Call ended.

I stared at the phone like it owed me answers. My hands were shakin’. I stood up, pulled my robe tighter, turned off the TV. The walls suddenly felt too close.

Ring. Ring.

Same number. I hesitated. Picked up.

“Is that any way to answer me, princess?”

His voice. Deep. Smooth.Fontaine.I felt it in my stomach first.

I snapped. “Look, Fontaine—”

“You look so fuckin’ sexy right now.”

I froze. My breath hitched. My eyes darted around the room.

“W-what?”

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