Normally, Bria was frustrated but this time, she was vexed. Why couldn’t Lo bend just this one night? Did he not see how badly she wanted to connect with him? She was empty on love. In fact, she had run out of gas long ago but was holding onto hope that Lo would finally let her in. Regret encompassed her. It hugged her so tightly that she thought she would run out of air. The idea of Lo not being the man for her teased her thoughts, but she had to accept the reality. Bria had gotten in bed with a person who couldn’t care less about her. That was a hard pill to swallow. In fact, Bria spit it out because forcing this marriage between her and Lo had become unbearable.
Carefully, Bria placed the lids on the pots. Lo stood there silently. His eye contact was fierce as she felt his lenses on her. She was done. Trying had become harder than a fouetté. Bria was forced to accept that this marriage was nothing more than convenience.
“Why you acting brand new to this?” he asked. “You know the game and if I say I got something to do, then that’s what I mean. I’m not trying to slight you.”
Bria was silent, tuning him out while she tried her best to keep her emotions locked inside her heart. Showing any type of sentiment to Lo would be a waste of time. He didn’t appreciate how many hours she had slaved over the stove so she knew he wouldn’t care about any tears.
“Aye, don't ignore me like I’m not saying shit to you.”
Bria spun on her heels. “What? What are you saying that’s worth anything right now!”
Lo chuckled and shook his head. “You a fucking headache.”
“And you're a cancer.”
His brows peaked as a smirk landed on his lips. “Word? Okay, cool.”
“Don't cool me. You haven’t been anything nice to me since we got married. But it’s okay, Kylo. I got the picture.”
Stalking over to the mudroom, she grabbed her keys and purse that hung on the wall. She couldn’t take being in his presence. It actually repulsed her.
“Where you going?”
Bria didn’t bother answering him as she stormed out of the house. What would be the point? Lo would only frustrate her more with his nonchalant attitude and oblivion to her feelings.
Getting inside the car, she started the engine. Before she pulled off, she grabbed her phone out of her purse and dialed the person that she knew would put her back together again.
“What’s up, ma?”
“Hey, I need you.”
Disloyal
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 sheenvisioned 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.”
