Chapter 19
My wife was a vison in red lace.
Body oiled, and glistening, she smelled sweet, looked even sweeter.
Her body swayed sensually to the music playing low on in the background.
The glow from the candles bounced off her warm brown skin making her look like a dream.
She was absolutely a dream to witness…but my dick was limp as a cooked noodle.
The lingerie. The dancing. Her. None of it was making me hard.
My mind was straying to that little spot outside the city. To a woman who made me question what I wanted. To a smile that haunted my dreams and a body that made me respond automatically.
Gianna had fucked me up. I had been seeing her for two months now and I was trapped in her web of seduction. Blowing money fast on pussy. Not just any pussy though—the best pussy I've ever had.
Those causal visits had worked themselves into my schedule, and my visits to Siren House had topped out at three times a week. Three times a week, I was locked into the embrace of a woman that was introducing me to shit that I never knew about myself. Showing me a version of me that only she knew.
She was occupying more and more of my mind. I found myself never wanting to leave. So the fact that my wife was putting on a helluva strip tease for me and I was soft let me know that I was too far gone at this point.
My desires had changed and Gianna was responsible. The thought of her—thick, pretty thighs spread open. Soft pussy peeking out. Those eyes on me. My dick responded instantly and I felt myself harden as my wife approached.
While Gianna was still in my mind and before I could lose the vison, I snatched my wife up and flipped her face down on the bed.
She giggled and got on her knees. Eyes still closed, I plunged into her wetness.
I could see Gianna's body behind my lids.
Arms stretched out, ass jiggling with each stroke as I pounded into her flesh.
"Fuck!" I groaned, gripping my wife's hips as I kept my eyes squeezed shut.
Eva's voice cut through my fantasy. "Right there, baby."
Shit. Hearing her voice fucked up the visual and snatched me right back to the present. My dick responded—slowly deflating as I tried desperately to hold onto the visual and give my wife what she deserved. Hard dick from her husband.
"W-what's wrong baby?" she asked softly reaching back and grabbing my arm.
I bit my bottom lip in frustration as my eyes slowly opened. I looked down into Eva's face, face scrunched up in concern. We hadn't had sex in a few weeks, and I knew she was probably sexually pent up.
"I'm just tired, bae." I replied sliding out.
"Let me help you with that." Eva switched positions and gripped my soft dick wrapping her lips around it. Eva had always been a lazy dick sucker, but she sucked it with gusto this time. Cheek's suctioning, head bobbing as she worked to get me back hard again.
I closed my eyes and saw Gianna again, feeling myself grow harder in her mouth. Once I was back where she needed, she quickly pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. Grabbing my hands, she placed them on her bouncing titties as she rode me hard and fast, her moans echoing in the room.
"Look at me, baby," she said.
I shook my head.
She gripped my jaws in her hand and squeezed. "Look at me, Bishop," she demanded.
Slowly, reluctantly, my eyes opened. Tears were running down her face.
"Stop crying." I reached up and swiped her tears with the pads of my thumbs.
Eva kept my face gripped in her hand as she continued to ride me until her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she came all over me. Her walls pulsated around me, bringing me right there with her.
She removed her hand from my face and stared down at me. Our eyes were locked on each other, a silent conversation taking place.
"Who is she?" she asked quietly.
I ran my hands down her arms. "Who is who?"
"Don't patronize me, Bishop. Who's the bitch that's gotten you wrapped up so tight, you can't even fuck me without thinking of her."
I let out a slow breath, my hands still resting on her arms, feeling the slight tremble in them.
Eva didn’t move. She just stared down at me, waiting. “You really gonna do that?” she asked, her voice low, but steady. “You really gonna sit here and act like I’m stupid?”
I swallowed, my jaw tightening. “That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Then what are you doing, Bishop?” she shot back, sliding off me slowly but keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Because from where I’m sitting, my husband can’t even look at me while we’re having sex.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, running a hand over my face. “I said I was tired—”
“No,” she cut in sharply. “Don’t do that. Don’t minimize it.”
She stood from the bed, grabbing the robe off the chair and slipping it on, tying it tight around her waist. “We’ve been together too long for me not to feel when something’s off,” she continued. “You've been distant and distracted for weeks. You barely touch me anymore unless I initiate it.”
I sat up fully now, the weight of the moment settling in my chest. “That’s not true.”
“It is true,” she said, turning to face me fully now. “And tonight just confirmed it.”
Heavy silence stretched between us.
“You weren’t here,” she said finally, softer now but somehow hitting harder. “Even when you were inside me… you weren’t here.”
I looked down for a second, then back up at her. She was watching me like she was bracing herself.
“Who is she?” she asked again, quieter this time.
I hesitated.
Eva let out a shaky breath. “Wow." She crossed her arms across her chest staring at me.
"I've allowed you to have your…fun because for all intents and purposes you have been great husband and father.
Me and the twins are able to live a life of luxury because of you.
But at least when I needed you to be present… you were there."
I ran my hands down my face, silent. Letting her get it out.
She continued. "This time it's different. You're different and don't try to tell me you aren't. I know my husband."
I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her as she began to pace. There was no way in hell I could tell her the truth. Nothing that came out of my mouth would soften the blow. So I stayed quiet.
Eva stopped pacing and looked at me. “You don’t even have anything to say?” she asked, her voice low, almost disbelieving.
I exhaled slowly, dragging my hands down my face again before letting them fall. “What do you want me to say, Eva?” I asked, my tone calmer than I felt.
“The truth,” she shot back. “For once, just tell me the truth without trying to manage it.”
My jaw tightened. “I’m not trying to manage anything.”
“Bishop,” she said, sharper now, stepping closer to me. “What is it then?” she pressed. “Because clearly it’s not just sex anymore.”
I looked up at her. “I didn’t plan for this,” I said finally.
Her face shifted slightly. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” she asked.
“No,” I admitted.
“So what is it?” she asked again, softer this time.
I hesitated. “It’s different."
Her eyes closed briefly. “Different how?” she asked, opening them again.
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my thighs, staring down at the floor for a second before looking back up at her. “I’m not in control of it,” I said honestly.
Eva backed up a bit like the words physically hit her. She let out a quiet breath, shaking her head slowly. I swallowed.
“Eva—”
“No,” she said, holding her hand up. “Don’t.” She turned away from me and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Fuck. This wasn't supposed to happen. But it was…and the only way I could fix this was to make a clean break. Stop fucking with Gianna. Cut her ass off like a cancerous tumor. But even as I sat there, I knew I wasn’t prepared to do that just yet.
I still wanted her. Even in this moment I wanted her.
When I walked into Siren House the next night, I was prepared to make this my final time being here. The shit was getting too complicated and the lines were starting to blur. I just needed one final taste to satisfy me and I was gone.
I stood in the bar, back towards the door, hands in my pockets waiting for Gianna. I let out a slow breath. A pair of hands slid over my chest but before I could turn my head, a voice curled into my ear.
"Hey, Daddy."
I turned my head. "Monroe. What's good?”
She dragged her hands around towards my chest, sliding in front of me. "You. I've missed you." She purred hands dragging up and down my chest. "I wasn't expecting you to completely jump ship on me." She leaned in closer. "You've hurt my feelings, Boss. I'm a little bitchy when my ego is wounded."
I let out another exhale before taking her wrists. "Your money ain't stopping 'cause of me, Monroe."
"It's not just about the money and you know that." Her eyes held mine, sharp and a little bruised under all that attitude.
I released her wrists slowly, but I didn’t step back. “Then what is it about?” I asked,
"I don’t like being replaced," she said firmly.
I ran my hand down my beard shaking my head. This whole situation was starting to take on a life of its own. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. This is my last night here."
She blinked rapidly. "What? What do you mean?" Her eyes sharpened. "What did that bitch do to you."
I tilted my head slightly, irritation creeping in. “Ain’t nobody do nothing to me,” I replied. “Watch how you talking.”
"She got you switching up on me and I need to watch how I'm talking?" she shot back.
I grabbed her wrist again, firmer this time. “You getting out of line.”
Her lips parted. She leaned in closer her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t like her,” she said quietly. “I don’t like the way you look at her. I don’t like the way you move when she's around.”
I held her gaze, unbothered on the surface. “That’s not your concern.”
“It is my concern,” she snapped, finally pulling her hand free. “Because you were mine in here.”
There it was. I exhaled through my nose. “You need to chill with all that,” I said. “Stop acting like this was more than what it was.”