If Your Wife Only Knew Read Free Page B

course it does, babe.” He sat up and leaned over to kiss Kiara.
    â€œDo not try and kiss me if it doesn’t come from a place of love.”
    â€œLove,” Rashad muttered, “is overrated.” He blew her a kiss, turned over, buried his body into the comforter, and tried to go back to sleep.
    â€œThat’s what I’m talking about,” she wailed. “You’re not taking me seriously. You’re taking me for granted and I’m telling you right now, you don’t want to do that.”
    He turned to face her. “Is that a threat?”
    â€œDoes it sound like one?”
    â€œDo you really have to go there, Kiara? Damn, I turn in one unexcused absence for a party that I never had time to go to in the first place and now you’re threatening me? As hard as I bust my ass every day, sweating like a pig, and sacrificing my safety on construction sites just to make sure you have every material good you want? Oh, so you’re getting the big head and thinking you bring more than me to the table because you work, too? You’re the HNIC at your nice air-conditioned job and you want the kudos here at our crib, too?” He threw back his head and laughed as Kiara’s cheeks reddened. “Okay. I get it. Baby girl, you kick ass and you take names. You put in hella effort for us. And you’re a bomb-ass mother. Hell, you’re the shit at just about everything. And now that that’s been acknowledged, it really makes me feel good that I’m about to go to sleep knowing my wife thinks I’m trash; and all because your grandparents are going to a place called Splitsville. Miss me with the drama, babe. Good night.”
    Kiara could not believe that Rashad went off on her like that. His crazy rant kind of turned her on, but right then she was pissed. Sometimes she let her husband’s insults slide, but tonight wouldn’t be one of those times. She let out a frustrated scream and snatched the covers until Rashad’s body was completely exposed. He was lying on his side with his back facing her. She ripped down his boxers and spotted his butt cheeks. She jumped up on the bed, took her big toe and jammed it squarely into the center of his ass. She almost fell as she twisted her toe and she glared at Rashad as he squirmed.
    He bucked his body and yelled, “What the fuck!”
    â€œHow’s that for some drama? You better be glad that’s all I did,” she snapped. “I’m serious about everything I said, Rashad. I love you, but I will fuck you up. You’ve been forewarned. Good night.”
    Â 
    After several minutes of pacing the room, Kiara calmed down and crawled back in bed next to her husband. Their highly emotional fights were common. Even though Rashad made her furious and she was inclined to check him here and there, she loved his dirty drawers. Even her former best friend, Adina, used to question her, “What do you see in this man? He’s an arrogant asshole.” Kiara would laugh and tell her, “I can’t completely disagree, but I see things you don’t see. He turns me on in spite of his ways. Love can’t be explained. And it’s not always logical.”
    In truth, Rashad made her feel deeply in love one minute, and she was ready to karate chop him the next minute. Ever since she first spotted him at a Houston nightclub, and noticed how well-dressed he was and his confident air, she knew she wanted to meet him. She spotted him standing around with some of his boys holding a drink in his hand and watching the action. His mouth was constantly running. But he saw her looking his way and he waved. Good! She got noticed just like she knew she would. Kiara confidently walked up to him and introduced herself. They snuck away to their own table. Rashad ordered their drinks. They made serious eye contact as they sat across from each other. At first their conversation was trivial bullshit as they complimented