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the convo quick since Keyshawn had just walked into the kitchen to put on his shoes. I didn’t want him eavesdropping on my conversation. I pressed the volume down on the side of the phone just as Ris gave away the real reason for her call.
    â€œChelle, we need to talk when you get here. I jus’ got this feelin’. I mean . . .”
    Damn, here we go again. I could feel the aggravation creeping up the back of neck, causing my teeth to clench. Every other day Larissa seemed to “have a feelin’.”
    â€œLarissa, I will call you when I’m on my way home. I don’t have time to talk about this with you again.” I softened my tone in an attempt to soothe her. “I’m showin’ a property right now, baby. Okay?”
    She sighed loudly and was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Okay. I love you—my wife.”
    Damn it. She only did that wife shit when she thought I was talking around someone else. “I luh you too. My wifey.” I tried to say it as quickly as possible but I knew he’d heard.
    I ended the call and silently cursed. She was really driving me crazy with all her insecurities. Every time I left the house, or needed to run an errand, she was overly paranoid about me cheating on her, or going to meet someone else. Marrying her hadn’t changed a thing; if anything it seemed like it’d made things worse.
    â€œDamn, lemme find out yo’ fine ass into chicks.” Keyshawn was leaning on the kitchen counter with his chin in his hands, like we were best friends hanging out on a summer afternoon, talking over martinis.
    I would have been mad at him listening if he weren’t flashing the most beautiful smile in my direction, dimples and all. In that moment my heart skipped a beat and my body secretly, against my free will, betrayed my wife. I glanced at my watch and then back at the nigga in front of me, who was unknowingly making me grind my teeth and do my Kegels at the same time.
    â€œAn’ happily married, Negro. Don’t try to change the subject. So you don’t want this estate now, huh?” I couldn’t help feeling drawn into his playful manner and I leaned on the counter opposite him, mimicking his posture. “If you really knew how to make a woman scream, acoustics would be the least of your worries, playboy.” I flashed a dazzling smile back in his direction and we shared a laugh.
    â€œMa, I promise, married or not, no woman can take you where a nigga can. I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no bullshit-ass plastic dick. I’m talkin’ flesh and blood. It ain’t the same. An’ the acoustics, FYI, is to maximize the sound in the bedroom without wakin’ up my houseguests or neighbors.”
    I mentally shook my head at myself. That actually shut my ass up. I didn’t even have a comeback. The way Ris would let go and wake up the kids made me think about looking into soundproofing for my damn self. He was both disarming and charismatic. This was dangerous. I had a business to run, and if this fool wasn’t making me any money he definitely wasn’t worth my time.
    â€œWell, I’ll have one of my realtors follow up with you and offer several other properties that may better suit your standards, Mr. Matthews. In the meantime, I would suggest you inspect the properties clothed and in a respectable manner. Oh, and should the issue arise, jus’ invest in soundproofing after you acquire the property, sir.” I grabbed my things and approached the front door, intent on getting away from this man and his magnetic pull as fast as humanly possible. My hand was on the latch but the door wouldn’t budge.
    â€œWhat if I only wanna deal wi’chu?”
    I hadn’t even heard him come up behind me. His voice cascaded down the back of my neck in heated waves that coursed down my body and crashed into the ocean between my legs. Goosebumps rose on my arms and time seemed to