Page 102 of Serenity

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Page 102 of Serenity

And waited.

Incredulous laughter in the form of a chuckle tumbled from her lips before discernible words surfaced.

“A he. He, he. He, he, he, he, he.”

Finally regaining her composure, her eyes cemented to mine.

“I want the tape of us,” she stated.

The request was met with the suffocating presence of apprehension.

Nope. No. Naw. Hell naw.

“What do you plan to do with it?” I probed.

“Keep it safe.”

My brows furrowed. “It is safe. In a safe.”

“Duke.”

Rising from the bed, her eyes cemented to my frame and bobbing dick as I moved across the room. I tugged against an abstract painting on the wall, which opened to the door of a safe. After keying in a combination, I unlocked the vault, reached inside, and grabbed the small black cassette. Resealing the safe, I ambled toward her purse on the nightstand and slid it inside.

“You don’t trust me anymore.” With the revelation came an ache in my fucking chest.

“I trust you with my life, but I’d much rather keep the tape.”

“Aight,” I resigned, heading to the bathroom. to empty my bladder before eventually brushing my teeth.

Far and vast, my thoughts roamed. I wondered if this would be our lives together. The simplicity of settling disagreements. The compromise. The ease despite conflict.

It was never this way with Mya. Locked and loaded, she was always ready to stir the shit pot and hide her hand. Always ready to incite conflict.

“Do you ever argue?” Bee called out, trailing my thoughts.

Reappearing in the door frame with a toothbrush in my mouth, I spoke through a mouthful of toothpaste. “Aight shit to argue about.”

Disappearing back in the bathroom, I freed my mouth of toothpaste.

“I don’t want war with my woman. I did that already with Mya. Do you see where that shit led us?” I asked, drying my face with a towel as I emerged from the bathroom. I was a grown-ass man. The need to yell and shout to get my point across never appealed to me.

“So, ahem, what are you doing about this attempted extortion?”

I wanted to put a bullet in Mya’s head.

But I’d be the prime suspect if she ever went missing. I had the most to gain from her demise. They’d look at me for sure. They always looked at the spouse.

“I let my legal team handle it.”

“So, you’re pressing charges—”

“No,” I finished, redirected her line of thinking.

Serenity’s brows crumpled again for the morning. It was too early “You said you got a legal team on it.”

“I did. I’m handling settlements now.”

“Settlements,” she repeated with a scowl, unimpressed.




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