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It’s me, G. Things have gotten fuzzy. There’s another player in the game now. She’s radiant. She’s raw. She’s refreshing. And, I can’t get her off my dome. She looks like everything I am looking for in a wife. She feels like everything I need in a wife.

I just can’t help but wonder if this is temptation or fate… Am I hers? Is she mine? Because, it seems that way. The gravitational pull I’ve experienced in her presence provides evidence that I’m supposed to be in her world and she’s supposed to be in mine.

But– at what capacity?

I’m here, tangled up in this situation I’ve been in for the last three years wondering what’s next. Then, here she comes, feeling like and looking like my next move. But, there’s Aliza. I wouldn’t forgive myself for breaking her heart.

She doesn’t deserve that. While it’s true, I don’t think either of us deserves misery if that’s what our marriage will be. It was a promise– a stupid promise but one I made, nonetheless. And, I wanted to make good on it, but I’m not sure if good will come of it.

I’m confused, G. All I need is a sign. Give me a sign that the woman I’ve asked to marry me is not the woman for me and I’ll walk. Until then, I’m loyal. I’m patient. And, I’m prepared for this journey ahead with her by my side. One sign. Just one si–

The sound of the shower door opening startled me. Still, my head was bowed and my hand was pressed against the shower wall. I waited for the familiar touch. But, instead of Aliza’s hands on my back, I felt them around my dick.

Deflated, it rested against my thigh. With her attention, it began to rise. I opened my eyes to find her on her knees in front of me, prepared to unman me with her mouth.

She took me between her lips. After five years, she knew me as well as her favorite ballet position.

Fourth .

She gripped my balls with her freehand, massaging them as her head bobbed. Saliva slid from her mouth onto my shaft.

“Shiiiiit,” I groaned.

The warmth of Aliza’s mouth was grounding. Involuntarily, my lids sealed and my spine curled.

Fuck!

There she was.

Dark skin.

Pouty lips.

Mysterious eyes.

Perfect teeth.

Small frame.

Neverending legs.

Softness on full display.

Not a strand out of place.

Like a punctured balloon, I deflated.

Fuck .

I opened my eyes, watching Aliza’s eyebrows crinkle with concern.

Trying to rescue my fallen soldier, I grabbed her head and began to thrust inside of her mouth.

Slowly, my dick regained consciousness. Aliza’s strained facial muscles relaxed.

So did my body as she vacuumed me into her mouth as if I was unwanted trash on the carpet.

“Shi– t .”

She removed my dick from her mouth and stared at it lovingly. She was proud of herself. Shit, I was proud of her. If Aliza couldn’t do anything else, she could suck the semen straight out of my balls without issue.

Spuh!

She spat on my dick, making my body cave. I grew more rigid between her fingers. Unable to resist, I grabbed her ponytail and shoved my dick back in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby.”

I stroked myself with her warm wetness. Her hands pressed against my thighs for balance as she accepted every stroke with pride. Again, my lids raced to one another, closing as Aliza apologized the best way she knew how.

Her beautiful face.

Her unforgettable words.

I won’t pursue you. And, I won’t entertain your pursuit of me until you’re a single man. I’m aware of my position in your life, although you’re clueless. Because I know where we will stand in the end, I will never be too far .

Her scent.

The cream against her skin.

The birthmark near her shoulder.

Her button nose.

Her long eyelashes.

Her ears.

The way her smile met her eyes.

Her confidence.

Her.

I softened in Aliza’s mouth.

“Baby–” she called out, concern oozing from her tone.

I squeezed my lids together until the point of pain. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I needed it to stop.

“Stand up,” I demanded.

As her chest met my abdomen, I fisted my dick. It hardened again, freeing me of my transgressions.

“Turn around. Bend over.”

As the words exited my mouth, I guided Aliza into the position I wanted her with my left hand.

Her bones peeked through her skin. Signs of prolonged appetite suppression were clear.

I pushed into her, making a mental note to address my concerns at a later point in the week.

Therapy was the next step for her. She’d avoided it like the plague, but it was mandatory moving forward.

“Uhhhhhhh.”

My entry caused her body to slide forward. I pulled her back toward me, trying my hardest to save my rapidly deteriorating erection.

Fuck .

The first stroke ended briefly. The second was even quicker. Short pumps followed. Silence accompanied them. Until my tool slipped out of Aliza.

She rested her head against the shower wall. I watched as a stream of air caved her chest. Clueless as to what was happening, she waited for an explanation.

I closed my eyes, deeply and truly regretful for the moment. Somehow, I felt the need to apologize, but didn’t understand what I would be apologizing for. My body was making it clear that I was participating in activities my heart wasn’t interested in.

Silently, I scrubbed my dick and balls, needing to rid them of Aliza’s remnants.

Because, suddenly, my loyalty didn’t lie with her or between us.

I felt as though I’d wronged someone and that someone wasn’t sharing a shower with me.

She was resting miles away in her mansion behind frosted glass windows, a security gate, and a pair of guards ready to die for her.

Damn you, Rome.

Rome Childers .

I exited the shower alone, leaving Aliza behind. After drying my body, I slipped into a pair of briefs and a white tee. I finished with a new pair of socks and a pair of pajama pants my mother had gifted me.

I popped the tag as I realized I hadn’t worn them since she’d given them to me two years ago. In fact, I didn’t remember a time I’d worn pants to bed since moving into my home alone.

Shit .

Things were changing. Things were changing rapidly. Things were changing against my will. Things were changing whether I was with it or not. Internally. Externally. Eternally, it seemed.

I peered at my bed as I passed by, realizing Aliza had made it out of the shower. As she searched through the drawer dedicated to her belongings, I exited the bedroom. I traveled the length of the hallway until I reached the final bedroom on the second floor.

Upon entering the room, I pressed my back against the door. My head followed. I exhaled, finally able to breathe. My hands ran the length of my face as I tried to make sense of what was happening inside of me. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck, man,” I whispered, exhaling again.

I collected myself as best I could before making my way to the bed. I pulled the sheets back and climbed in. With my hands behind my head and my elbows sharp, I stared up at the ceiling.

If that was my sign– I thought, pausing to take another breath.

I got it.

The guest bedroom welcomed me with its cool sheets and promises of isolation. I needed time alone. Time to myself. Time to allow my thoughts to marinate. Time to focus on what was next for me.

Who was next for me…

Her pretty face flashed before me. There was no denying her presence. It was loud. It was strong. It was demanding. It was damning.

And like the cover near my thighs, I folded. My rock hard dick was in my hand. My eyes were closed. Like magic, she appeared in the darkness, again.