Page 3 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

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Janelle

I should’ve never fucked that man.

But I was horny, alone, and he-hewas fine as hell.

The whole ride home from the club, I sat with my thighs tight, tryna ignore the mess he left between ‘em. My heart was pounding like I’d just ran twenty miles.

I kept telling myself it was a one-time thing. A mistake. A wild, nasty, outta-pocket ass mistake I could tuck in the back of my mind like it never happened.

Except itdid.

And Fontaine—sexy, dominate ass wasn’t the type of man you’d just forget.

He the type to that make you press ya legs together just thinkin’ about the way he looked at you. Big. Tall. Drippin’ in all black designer, that gold cuban link swingin’ from his chest.

And that voice? Lawd. Deep, smooth like silk, with a hood twang to it.

A voice that made you do shit, nasty shit.

I told myself I’d block him from my mind. Delete that night. Be faithful again. Be a wife,even if he wasn’t being a husband.

And it worked till I saw him again.

It was a week later. Bright-ass day, sun out, not a cloud in sight. Me and my husband, Terrell, were havin’ lunch at this upscale little restaurant off La Brea. Real chic, white expensive tablecloths, jazz music playin’ low in the background. I wore a silk blouse, nude heels, fresh press with curls bouncin’. I was bein’ good. Back on my shit,I think.

Then I felt it.Thatchill up my spine.

Like somebody was watchin’ me. Burning a big ass hole in my soul.

I glanced up—and there he was.

Fontaine.

Sittin’ at a corner table like a damn stalker. Dressed in a black tailored suit, golden rolex on his wrist, and an unlit blunt between his fingers. My eyes locked with his for a split second. He smirked, but when I blinked?

Gone.

Like a motherfuckin’ ghost. Just like that.

I shook my head, confused. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was my guilt trippin’. Terell was talkin’ about his work trip and I was noddin’ along, tryin’ to steady my breath. Then I turned my head—and froze.

Right in front of myface.

Fontaine. At our table.

He was standing beside my seated husband. Laughin’. Dapping him up they been boys for foreva. My heart dropped to my stomach. Terrell ain’t know shit, just kept chopping it up with Fontaine, who stared at me with a slow, deliberate smile.

“A-and this is my wife, Janelle.” Terrell said, smiling.

Fontaine placed his hand out for me to shake, “Fontaine.”

I hesitated, clearing my nervous throat. “Janelle.”

I mumbled some excuse about using the bathroom and dipped to the bathroom.

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