Page 42 of Unexpectedly In Love

Kyros turns to me. “You good Mrs. D?”

“I am fine.”

With he turned his attention to the plate in front of him and he started to eat.

“Have any of you guys seen mom?” Cassia asks.

“No, she is hanging out with her new friend, especially her guy friends,” I reply.

“Ew, Mom is doing the nasty.” Sage laughs.

“No, she is not. We can go visit her next week,” Rosemary replies.

ERYX

“Ohhh…FEELINGS!” Anise sings to the top of her voice. I groan as I pull the pillow over my head. I’m so tired, three bored meeting and my brain is fried. Shifting I see the time, as expected its 4:30 am. Anise has the most annoying morning routine.

I really need to have someone disconnect the Bose system that is running through the house. Why couldn’t she meditate in the morning? Not my wife, no she singing to the top of her lungs. The first week of her living here was a shocker. She plays all her music so loudly at 4:30am in the morning. I figured it was normal, but now I realized she has to be doing this out of spite. It amazes me how Kai sleeps through all this crazy bad singing. My cousins moved to the pool house to the back, because of the frog sounding croaks that comes out of her throat. Anise needs singing classes.

After a month with Anise, I learnt about artists like Jazmine Sullivan, Cupcake, Tems….and here it comes like clockwork Boosie.

“Nasty,” she screams out. My house is huge, I shouldn’t be hearing her, but the way she sings I could be different state and I will hear her.

“Enough” I roll out the bed and head downstairs. As my foot hits the bottom stair I hustle through the arched walkway.

I stop in my tracks only to see the faucet open, baby bottles floating in soapy water and my wife. My wife hanging on to the edge of the sink, her butt is almost to the floor, and she rotates her waist in a slow circle and popping her butt. If she was wearing a red skimpy lingerie, I would understand why I was getting hard. No, her hair was in that satin pink bonnet, hot pink fuzzy slippers, she is in a simple night t-shirt with a Tweety bird on it. Every time she pops her butt, the end of her shirt flips up and give you a peek of the ass cheeks and the underwear that is covering it. This shouldn’t be sexy, but to me but its fucking is.

Part of me wants to lift her to the kitchen counter and taste her. I will never forget how screamed and groped my head as I sucked on her clit.

Reaching for the remote I take of the sound system. I turn to leave.

“What the hell?” I hear her shout as I make my way up the stairs. Her feet pitter patter behind me.

I’m too tired of her shit. It’s the loud obnoxious singing, my housekeepers have a tough job, my bathrooms are a mess, all my phone chargers are missing, or the head is snipped off.

“Excuse me?”

I choose to ignore her, it’s 4:30 in the morning. I continue walking up the stairs to my room.

She jumps in front of me, standing on the stairs ahead of me.

“Why did you do that?” she asks as she pushes my shoulder.

I moved past her and continued up the stairs.

“I’m talking to you.” She runs to the side of me as I make my stride longer.

Opening my bedroom door I walk into my bedroom and flop myself unto my bed. I need sleep.

“It’s really disrespectful. You shouldn’t- “

I had enough. I swipe my arms out and pull her down to my bed.

“Why are you testing me?” my body lays heavy on her sinking between her legs. Her hands I have trapped tight in my grasp over her head.

“Get off of me Eryx.” She wiggles her hips side trying to get me off.

I press down making her feel exactly what she was doing to me.

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