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Walking to the back door, I grabbed my sneakers and turned to leave. I stopped at the entrance and popped them back on. This time I was going out the front door; I no longer gave a damn. As I placed my hands on the handle, his mail caught my eye in a dish on the table. I grabbed the stack and proceeded out the door like I owned the place.

JoJo, let’s go see a man about a horse or whatever the hell they say.

CHAPTER 18

Stephon

Iglanced down at my smart watch when it buzzed with the alert. Jourdan had just walked out of my front door like she owned the place. About forty minutes earlier, I’d been watching her on my laptop. My lioness was walking around, marking her territory by leaving her scent all over everything she touched, including my bed. Then, there was a knock on my open door. I exited from my camera to give them my attention.

I was currently in a state of irritation. What I wanted to do was watch my Baby stalk around my home. I hadn’t seen her in over a week. I missed her. I thought her romping around in my bed was going to break me. I was seconds away from leaving work and heading straight home. I’d never been more turned on than when she picked up my twins, handling the heavy-weighted calibers with ease. I had to close my laptop just as she walked into my bathroom.

My mind was floating in and out of the conversation I was currently having. Talia Cole, my receptionist, was sitting in myoffice, going on and on about an argument she’d had with Pierre. Those two truly got on my last fucking nerve when they worked together. Talia was a beautiful woman, and I could see why she had Pierre wound up. She was about the same age as Jourdan and sat on the other side of my desk in a hunter-green tight-ass dress. Her legs were crossed, and my eyes followed the curves up and over her breast.

I leaned forward, resting on the arms of the chair, trying to draw myself into whatever the hell she was saying. It wasn’t working, so I leaned back and brushed my hand down my face, nodding and smiling where I felt needed. Her hands were animated as she waved them around, trying to argue her point to me.

“It’s ok. The next time I see his ass, I’m just going to pour my coffee all over one of the precious hard drives that he’s always carrying around,” she said and laughed loud at herself. I sighed, briefly closing my eyes and wishing this conversation would end. In the recesses of my mind, I heard heels clicking. When they stopped, my eyes popped open to see if I’d imagined the sound. For a minute, I thought I’d fallen asleep and was dreaming because Jourdan was standing in my doorway.

She wore a white, high-boat-neck, long-sleeved, fitted A-line mini dress. I internally scolded my mother for all the shit she’d recently taught me about women’s fashion. I didn’t give a damn about any of it, Jourdan could have been standing in front of me in a trash bag, and my mouth would have watered just the same. On her feet, she wore a set of strappy heels. As I guided my eyes upher long legs, admiring how the white on her bronze skin made her look ethereal, she walked toward me.

She reached me and leaned down, pecking my lips before pushing her fingers through my hair. I took over, grabbing her chin and pushing my tongue into her mouth, where we both fought for dominance in a heady kiss.

“Mmmmh,” Jourdan moaned.

“Ahem, shit!” I heard Talia say.

“I’m so sorry I got beside myself. I’m Jourdan Rockwell, Stephon’s wife.” Jourdan said as she reached across the desk to introduce herself to Talia. Jourdan’s jealousy was making my dick hard once again. This was also the second time she’d claimed to be Mrs. Rockwell in the presence of another woman. I pulled her down on my lap so she could feel what she was doing to me. It only got worse when I realized that her entire back was out. The dress was cut in a U down to her waist.

“Steph, oh my gosh, I’m trying to get like you when I grow up. I knew your slogan was to move in silence, but you took that to a new level. I’ve been working here this long and had no idea you were married. I’m Talia Cole, the receptionist here, and I will give you two some privacy. It was nice meeting you, Jourdan. Steph, I’ll holla,” she said as she stood to leave, pulling the door up on her exit.

“What are you doing here, Baby?”

“I can’t come and see my soon-to-be husband. That I haven’t seen in ten days, by the way,” she said with attitude.

“You knew where I was, right?” I asked, reading her expression to see if she would reveal that she’d been tracking me. Her face slightly grimaced.

“Don’t worry; I left it where you put it,” I said, then winked.

“If you missed me, Jourdan, all you had to do was say so. Because I missed you,” I said, kissing her exposed back.

“No, I didn’t miss you, Stephon. I came here to show you your website. It’s finished. I showed it to Jason yesterday, and I want your final approval before we move forward with Melanie Cain’s design and re-launch.” In true Jourdan fashion, she was pivoting the conversation. I noticed she did it when the heat was on her, and I let her because I thought it was cute.

“Show me,” I said as she opened my laptop, pecking away at the keyboard. She loaded up my new website and reviewed its changes and capabilities. She’d even added a place to enroll and pay for membership. I was ashamed that I’d let my website remain prehistoric throughout the years.

“I have plans for Rockwell Security’s website next,” she said. As she went on, my hands found their way to their favorite place. As she spoke, my hands skimmed her center. I quickly drew my hand back because my fingertips were met with the warmth of her bare pussy. Jourdan wasn’t wearing any panties.

She came here to seduce me.

She sneered at the fact that I’d removed my hand.

“Stephon, where in the hell have you been? Why haven’t I heard from you?” She asked. Her attitude had returned that quickly.

“The night you came into Porter’s, a man was there. Do you know someone named Julius Miller?”

“No, I’ve only heard his name the night I followed Burks, and he spoke with Pierre about setting up a meeting. Up until then, he wasn’t even on my radar. He was going to be next on my list, though, because Burks decided to kill himself.

“Oh, that’s what you’re calling your mistakes now!” Her eyes squinted as if I were about to be next on her list instead of Miller.

“Just tell me what the fuck I need to know, Stephon.” I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out the file I’d compiled all week on Miller. She took it and started to skim through it. I could have found what I wanted on Miller in one day, but I took the whole week. I was doing everything I could to give Jourdan the time I thought she needed to ensure that the proposed arrangement was what she wanted. Bringing my mind back to the file, I took a breath before I started to speak.

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