Page 20 of If I Had More Time

I finished getting dressed and gathered my suitcase. She was on my heels with every step I took. Simone allowed herself to gain feelings when it wasunderstoodthat her and her husband were nothing more than a time framed gift. My marriage wasn’t open like hers and my marriage wasn’t disrespected. Whatever her and Alex had going on wasn’t me or my wife’s problem.

“All I know is my wife is waiting for me downstairs. It’s five to six, love. Our time is up. Be safe,” I said heading for the door.

She was by my side until we reached the front door. She used her body as a barricade, keeping me from taking another step. Tears filled her eyes as she began to pout. As bad as she wanted me to feel for her and show sympathy, I couldn’t. I simply didn’t give a fuck.

“Why can’t you see that I’m the better woman? If she was such this grand wife, you wouldn’t be fuckin’ a new bitch every year, and you damn sure wouldn’t have doubled back to me. Just tell the truth, Tristan. You want me.”

There were a lot of things in life I didn’t speak on and my union with my wife was one of them. However, Simone had things misconstrued. Nothing about the bond I formed with my wife was in danger. Our shit was stamped for the eighteenth time while hers was unstable on rocky turf. She wanted me to swoop in caped up as her hero. I wasn’t that in the slightest. If she knew better, she’d move the fuck around.

Knock, knock, knock!

A series of knocks rang out on the door against her back before I could respond. I smirked knowing Mrs. Malore had made her way up. “Answer the door.”

She was still naked as the day she was born. Simone looked at me like I was crazy, but I refused to let my wife think she didn’t have unlimited access to me.

“Huh?”

“Answer the fuckin’ door, love. My wife is trying to grab her belongings.”

“There’s nothing here for her. What fuckin’ belongings?” she threw back.

I closed the gap between us with my hand circling her neck. There was shit I didn’t give a fuck about; Simone was one of them. Then there was shit I’d nut up behind in the blink of an eye, and Naomi was distinguished as one of those. I wasn’t to be tested right now.

She was pinned between me and the door she refused to open. With my mouth positioned at her ear, I riddle off some advice. “Move before this end bad for you.”

Slowly nodding, she slipped to the side. I turned the knob with a smile creeping on my face the longer I stood. It stretched from ear to ear the more I took her in. Naomi was and would forever be the blueprint to this shit. I didn’t see anyone else holding my name but her.

“Mrs. Malore.” Stepping forward, I grabbed her around the waist and brought her to me.

She looked so godly in that all white. Lowering my mouth to hers, we exchanged a kiss I’d been fiending for since we parted ways. Her soft moans filled my throat, and I felt at peace as well as relaxed.

Simone cleared her throat desperately asking for our attention and the annoyance I held for her grew. We ignored herpresence and continued to engage in an intimate act forbidden to others. I didn’t break until my wife released me.

“You better tell her who the fuck you belong to. I’d hate to beat her ass in this muthafucka,” Naomi commented.

“She knows, Mama. I can promise you that.”

I grabbed my luggage and exited the room completely. There wasn’t shit else to discuss.

Naomi

MOMENTS BEFORE…

“Not waking me is cruel, don’t you think?” Alex stepped in the shower behind me, and I didn’t mind. Forty minutes were all we had left on the clock for us and if he wanted to torture himself then I was all for it.

“I fucked you to sleep, Alex. You were deserving of uninterrupted sleep. I was being considerate,” I answered with his arm snaking around my waist.

“Did I not make myself clear about breakfast in bed? Why take that away from me when you know how addicting that pussy is?”

Laughing, I shook my head from side to side. Thinking he was the main character was funny. This was my anniversary, and he was a toy being thrown back over the fence to its owner in a matter minutes. Their contracts forbidden any attachments and yet he had one for me.

“You did, but I never agreed, Alex. I have somewhere to be, and I can’t be late.”

“If I had more time, maybe your mind would change. I mean, you came on my tongue and dick effortlessly, beautiful. You can’t tell me that nigga doing the same.”

“There’s a lot of things I could tell you about my husband but then you’d want to fight for being less than. When it comes to him, there’s no competition. I know you might think there is, but I can assure you there isn’t.”

I spoke highly of my husband because he deserved it. From how he spoke about his career, we wouldn’t last even a full month. I was a woman that needed T.L.C daily and Tristan provided that. Tristan was a man.

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