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Bria tapped her fingers on her exposed thigh, centering her gaze on the door.

Patrons breezed past her, oblivious to the rejection that wrecked her heart.

It led her to do something that she vowed never to do.

She wasn’t in her right mind. Ire had taken over.

It prompted her to move on her emotions and right now, she wanted to be filled to the brim.

As soon as Bria spotted him, she stood, housing nervous jitters that could only be ceased by him.

Dough looked good. His locs hung loosely with a sharp lining.

A white t-shirt clung to his athletic frame.

The dazzling jewelry around his neck sparkled so brightly, it competed with the lighting in the lobby.

When he smiled at her, Bria blushed. This feeling Dough incited would never get old.

“Damn,” he said, licking his lips. “You wore this for me?” Dough asked.

She nodded, knowing damn well this was a dress picked out for Lo.

“A’ight, you look good, ma, but what we on?”

Bria’s chest deflated as she exhaled deeply.

She needed to flee from her reality if only for one night.

The dismissal from Lo had taken a toll on her mental.

He wasn’t who she thought he was. On second thought, this wasn’t Bria either.

Sneaking around with another man while being married wasn’t how she envisioned her life.

Still, this was what she needed, and instead of resisting temptation, she decided to welcome it.

“I just need you.”

Dough examined her with an intense gaze before he nodded. “I got you. Come on.”

Grabbing her hand, he led them to the counter and booked a room.

Bria was far beyond caring about her marital status.

She was in the most popular hotel; hands locked with a man that wasn’t her husband.

This was a risk. A potential fire that she wouldn’t be able to extinguish.

The impending burn wasn’t a concern. At least not now.

Her only interest at the moment was Dough making her feel wanted.

She needed him to wipe the rejection from her body and cover her with love, even if it was just for a night.

They boarded the elevator in soundless wonderment.

Bria stole glances of him while he stared at her with pure lust in his eyes.

Their sexual chemistry had always been off the charts.

Her body just vibed with Dough. This was what she desired with Lo, but he was incapable of giving it to her.

She spotted his apprehension. There was a pull inside him that wouldn’t allow him to open the vault to his heart.

It was heartbreaking but Bria was done begging him to grant her access.

She would go where she was desired and that would always be Dough.

Getting off the elevator, Dough led them to their suite.

As soon as the door opened and they passed the threshold, he picked her up.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his torso as he carried her to the room.

Falling back on the bed, Dough captivated her with his cedar scent as he hovered over her.

He kissed her lips with so much vigor that her sex thumped hard.

Their tongues reunited, stirring up the warmth between her thighs.

Bria had never been so aroused in her existence.

She wanted him badly and didn’t have an ounce of guilt for what she was doing.

“This still my pussy, right?” he rasped, trailing down to her breasts.

“Yes, Dough,” she whispered. “It’s yours.”

Pulling her mounds out, he paid great attention to each nipple by sucking and flickering his tongue in circular motions.

Bria rubbed his head, while her eyes closed involuntarily.

She was inebriated by his touch and before she knew it, Dough’s head was between her legs, devouring her center like he was famished.

“Yes, just like that,” she whispered.

Her back arched as he sucked her bud. Something so sinful shouldn’t have felt this good.

Bria was committing adultery. She was cheating on her husband but there was no shame in her actions.

She didn’t even let the thought sit in her mind.

No one was more deserving of this kind of pleasure than Bria.

She had endured weeks of mental torture on behalf of Lo, so this was her reward.

“Pussy still the best,” he declared, sliding a finger into her center.

He sucked and fingered her with precision.

Bria was in a zone, trying so hard to keep her orgasm from breaking free so she could enjoy his tongue for a little while longer.

While suspended in ecstasy, the loud and annoying tone of Dough’s phone disrupted her mood.

He continued eating but the ringing wouldn’t stop.

“Please don't stop,” she moaned.

It was obvious the phone had taken her statement to heart because the phone continued blaring in the distance.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching into his pocket.

Panting, Bria watched as he answered the call. She was annoyed that her deceitful act had been interrupted by his phone.

“I’ll be there.”

Bria instantly rolled her eyes, knowing her climax would have to be postponed.

“Aye, I gotta go, ma. It’s an emergency.”

She tilted her head as a pout settled on her lips. “You can’t just give me five minutes?”

“I can’t.” He stood up straight, pulling her off the bed.

Bria pulled down her dress and adjusted her breasts.

“I got you when this shit is done. You can even stay here, and I’ll come back.”

The sexual fog Bria had been trapped in cleared up right away.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, especially with her lover.

The guilt that had been absent swarmed her like a hive of bees.

It stung her with shame because she had dishonored her marriage.

Yes, Lo was the hardest man she ever had to deal with, but he didn’t deserve to be cheated on.

“No, that’s okay.” She sighed. “I shouldn’t be here anyway.”

Dough pulled her into his arms and kissed her with the lips that was saturated with her flavor. Bria almost folded but kept her composure.

“You are supposed to be here. With me. Do you wanna stay married to that nigga?”

She mulled over his question, knowing her situation with Lo wasn’t going to work out, especially when he didn’t show interest.

“I don't know.”

“Yes, you do,” he insisted. “You just don't wanna say it. Aye, if you want me to handle your problem for you, I can.”

Her brows rose, shocked that he was willing to go the deadly route to ensure that she was happy.

“Just think about it and let me know.”

She nodded, knowing she would never order him to do anything to Lo. Bria was hurt but she was no fool. Inciting that kind of violence on him would lead to a mountain of problems for her.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

Out of all the times Lo had given Bria his back, this time he felt bad. The disappointment on her features tugged on heart strings that he didn’t know existed. Lo wasn’t purposely trying to be an asshole to her, but it seemed like a reoccurring theme in their marriage.

He sat in the car with Meco, waiting for their target to emerge but he could barely focus on his assignment because of his argument with Bria.

“Damn,” he whispered, looking at his phone.

Lo took a chance on dialing her number only for it to go to voicemail. When he texted her and realized the bubble was green, he chuckled.

Her ass blocked me…

“What’s so funny?” Meco asked.

Lo tuned him out. Nothing was humorous about this situation yet here he was, snickering and shaking his head.

He had never had a woman like Bria. The females he dealt with knew they couldn’t get any of his time.

The only thing he could give was his dick and maybe a few dollars.

That was it. Bria wanted to talk. She wanted to connect and while that should’ve been expected, Lo couldn’t do it.

Over the years, he had constructed a bubble around him.

No one was permitted inside, not even Meco.

He had been so used to being in his own world that he didn’t know how to open up and let Bria inside. Lo didn’t think he even wanted to.

Tapping on the tracker app, he checked her location.

His brows furrowed when he realized Bria was at the Fitzgerald Hotel.

Granted, the hotel had a casino but through his research on her, he never learned of any gambling habits.

Lo sat in deep thought. There was this intuition he possessed that he could never ignore.

It came in handy with the opps and now it pressed him to investigate Bria’s location.

“Aye, I gotta make a run.”

Meco smacked his lips. “You serious? Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Bro, come on,” he groaned. “This is the perfect time to handle this nigga.”

Lo cranked the engine. “I know, and we’ll handle it after I make this run.”

He drove in silence, praying that this time his intuition was off. He wouldn’t be able to stomach what he was thinking if it came to fruition. Especially from Bria.

“What we doing here?” Meco asked from the passenger seat.

Lo pulled into the parking lot on the hunt for Bria’s car.

He drove around the lot until he spotted it on the side of the building.

Coming to a stop, there was a small piece of Lo that hoped he had gotten her location wrong.

He prayed that she wasn’t there and that it wouldn’t lead him to believe that she was up to no good.

Nonetheless, his intuition was never wrong.

“That’s Bria’s whip right there.” He pointed.

“Okay,” Meco drawled. “What’s the problem?”

Before he answered him, Lo backed into a parking space that was under a small tree and shut the engine off.

“She’s on some bullshit,” he revealed.

Meco turned to him. His face displayed confusion. “Why? ‘Cause she’s here?”

“Yeah, nigga. Why would she be at a hotel?”

“It’s a casino, too.”

Lo shook his head. “Hell nah. She don't gamble. Her ass is on some bullshit, and I’m ‘bout to catch her.”