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“What the fuck?” I groaned as I shifted in the bed. My head felt as if somebody had beaten me with a brick. “What the fuck happened last night?”

Running my hand down my face, I took some deep breaths to will myself not to vomit.

As I lay there, I fought to remember what took place last night.

It was rare that I would drink to the point of a hangover, but apparently, I was on one last night.

Prying an eye open due to the sunlight beaming through the room, I patted the nightstand in hopes of finding my cell.

“Fuck,” I grumbled when I noticed it was almost noon. “I need to get my ass up.”

“Hey.” I stiffened at the voice behind me. “Lay back down, baby. That bitch will be okay.”

Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes widened at the sight of Virginia.

What the fuck is she doing in my house?

Looking around the room, I frowned in confusion when I noticed I was in one of my guest rooms. I stood abruptly from the bed and regretted it once my head started pounding. Noemi was going to kill me if she found out about this.

Noemi!

Memories of last night flooded my mind and sweat began to form all over me.

From the engagement party turned wedding to me having members from my organization over to celebrate, I knew I had fucked up.

Last night, I should have been laid up with my wife, but instead, I spent my wedding night with her ex-best friend.

“You have to get up and get the fuck out!” I quietly demanded as I picked her dress up from the floor, throwing it at her. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

As silently as I could, I searched the room for all of our clothes and hurriedly put them on. Noemi must be pissed that I didn’t come to bed last night. Now that I think about it, I don’t even remember her coming down to the party at all.

“Are you serious right now?” Ginny all but shouted as she ran and stood between me and the door. “You’re going to leave me here after the night we shared? You chose me over your wife on your wedding night. Does that not mean anything to you?”

Looking at her as if she were crazy, I pocketed my phone. I took slow and deliberate steps toward her, and the fire in her eyes began to fade.

“I don’t know what you think last night was, but you will never be more than a fuck, Ginny. I used you just like every other man in your life.” Pushing her to the side, she lost her balance and fell to the floor with a thud. “You stay in this room until I get back. I need to find my wife.”

Ignoring her soft whimpers behind me, I stepped out into the hallway in search of Noemi. She should be up by now, and I know she was most likely pissed the fuck off. Creeping down the hallway, I made my way to the main bedroom. Stepping inside, I frowned in confusion at the scene before me.

“What the fuck did she do in here?” I mumbled as I walked over to the bed.

I remember directing my staff on the plan to deck the room out in roses and balloons.

The roses were now scattered about on the floor instead of the bed.

My silky black sheets looked as if something had been spilled all over them.

The balloons were deflated slightly as if the room was heated.

“Is this my Gucci shirt?” I picked it up from the floor, giving it a whiff. “Why does this smell like?—”

Suddenly, chills began to form all over me as I looked from the shirt to my disheveled sheets. Stepping closer, I placed my nose on the crusted area in the middle of my bed. My eyes widened as the familiar smell of semen invaded my nostrils.

In haste, I made my way over to our walk-in closet and noticed that none of her clothing was disturbed. Noemi was playing a dangerous game with me. For her sake, she’d better not have done what my mind was leading me to believe.

Leaving the room, I searched my entire home on a hunt for my wretched bride.

I called her phone repeatedly, only to get her voicemail.

My blood began to boil in anger at the realization that she’d left.

Going into my downstairs office, I took a seat at my desk and began reviewing footage from last night to see when she’d made her leave.

I watched as she and I first arrived and entered the dining area.

Not long after, the camera captured someone walking past the sitting room, headed for the stairs.

Shrugging it off, I knew it was one of my staff members or one of the hired workers preparing for the evening.

I sat and watched in disappointment as the festivities began.

Drugs, women, and alcohol could be seen all over the place.

If Noemi came down and saw the type of party I was having, I can only imagine how pissed she must have been when it was supposed to be a celebration for us.

However, none of the cameras caught my wife coming down during the party.

Switching to the main bedroom cameras, I watched as Noemi entered the room.

There was no space in this home that was not monitored twenty-four seven, and today, I was thankful for the earlier decision.

“Who the fuck is that?” I spoke to myself as a shadowed figure came onto the screen. I adjusted the volume so I could hear what they were saying. “I know that’s not who the fuck I think it is…”

Leaning closer to the screen, I stared as if what I was seeing would change.

I watched and listened as that bitch-ass nigga she swore was just a friend began to kiss her, eat her pussy, and fuck her on a bed we were to share.

The way she cried out and responded to his body pissed me off to where all I could see was red.

I listened to her holler out for him as he fucked her for over an hour on my oversized bed.

She wept as he fucked her in my house.

She panted as he fucked her under my own fucking nose.

How dare she give away what was meant for me?

“I’m going to kill her.” I gritted my teeth as I removed my Beretta from my desk drawer. “I’m going to kill them both.”

I couldn’t take my eyes away from how her pretty face scrunched up as he took her body to ecstasy.

Noemi had fucked up, and I was going to make her pay.

Once it was over, I watched as he peered over her as she caught her breath.

The love for her was evident in his eyes as he cleaned his dick with my expensive T-shirt.

I looked on as the evidence of their love-making seeped onto my sheets.

“Chandler, we need to talk…” Ginny whined as she entered my office. “I’m not leaving until we do.”

I paid her no attention as my system went to another camera capturing, showing them hand in hand, leaving out of my front door. Noemi was braver than I thought.

“Wow…” Ginny giggled as she came and stood behind me. “I guess you both spent your wedding night getting fucked by someone else.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, causing me to push her off. “What the fuck is your problem, Chandler?”

“You!” I shouted as I stood from my desk. “I am sick and tired of all you bitches not knowing your place. You all think I’m a joke—someone you can laugh at and play with.” I turned to face her, and she was already backing away in fear. “It’s time I show all you hoes who the fuck I am!”

“Chandler, baby, wait.” She held her hands out as she tried to back out of the room. “I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who called me over last night, remember? We were supposed to talk about the baby.”

Baby? Oh, fuck no.

Dropping my eyes to her stomach, there was a slight roundness that peeked from under her dress.

She and I had been fucking around for a few weeks.

She came to me saying Noemi wasn’t half the woman she was and didn’t know what to do with me.

I knew she was on some shady shit, but that didn’t have shit to do with me.

Scenes from the day before flashed through my mind when she told me she was pregnant, as I had security escort her from the church.

I probably called her over after I’d gotten so high off my own product last night, knowing she’d let me fuck her any way I wanted.

Ginny was a problem—one I no longer wanted or needed.

“The baby?” I chuckled as I took steps toward her. “It’s going to die right along with you.”

As she screamed for help, I grabbed her by her hair before she could run out of the room.

Shooting her once in the stomach, followed by a shot to her temple, I watched as her body hit the ground.

Peering down at her lifeless frame, flashes of Noemi came to mind.

She’d fucked up royally, and everyone would feel my wrath until she was back home with me.

“Mr. Gourneau! Is everything…” my main housekeeper yelled as she entered the room. She’d been working for me for years now and had seen a lot of shit in this house. “…I will get someone on this right away.”

“Wait!” I called out to her, stopping her in her tracks. “Come here…”

Walking her over to my computer screen, she watched as I showed her Noemi and that nigga Skip leaving my house.

“How did this nigga enter and leave my home without anyone knowing? Through my front door at that? With my fuckin’ wife?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered as she looked at the screen. “I’m sorry. He must have?—”

Pow!

Her eyes stretched wide in shock as her body hit the floor. I wasn’t interested in what the fuck she had to say either. Scratching my temple with the barrel of my gun, I picked up my desk phone and dialed my head of security.

“Boss?”

“Come to my office and take out the fuckin’ trash,” I shouted as I looked down at the bodies.

“When you’re done, let me know. My wife is missing, and I don’t care if I have to kill her whole family and drag that bitch back home by her ankles.

She’s a fuckin’ Gourneau, and she’s coming back home where she belongs. Today!”

Adjusting my tie, I slammed the door to my Ferrari and entered Boudreaux Enterprises. The bottom of my Gucci loafers sounded off on the marbled floors as I made my way through the lobby.