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first, but I felt her body stiffen beside me and now she was fully awake. She finally spoke with a slight shakiness in her voice. “What do you mean, he wrote you? How did he get our address?”
     
     
    “He wrote me in care of his cousin Reggie. You know I run into Reggie now and then over at the gym where he works part-time. Don’t worry; Brice doesn’t know where we live, baby.”
     
     
    Mia didn’t say anything as she stared into space with a strange expression. She had raised herself up from my embrace and was glaring down at me. I continued on.
     
     
    “In the letter, Brice was talking about letting bygones be bygones and righting his wrongs. To make a long story short, Brice wants to meet with us. He and his wife, Kree, returned to the States about three months ago.”
     
     
    Mia pulled herself up further with one elbow and was looking down at me with this frantic, scared expression on her face.
     
     
    “Mia, I don’t know. I would like for us to meet . . .”
     
     
    “What do you mean? You mean you are considering it?” she asked in an urgent, frightened tone.
     
     
    “Mia, listen, I know you don’t like to think about Brice and that time in your life. But baby, you need to put closure, final closure, to that.” I softly rubbed her back over and over, up and down. We sat in complete silence for a few seconds. I witnessed the mixed emotions in her facial expression.
     
     
    “I’ve put closure to that period. I don’t want to see him or his new wife. And I don’t understand why you would either, Christian. You know all the shit that man put me through. I don’t need your Psychology 101 speech and analysis.”
     
     
    “Baby, he can’t hurt you now. You’ve got me; I got your back. Mia, don’t you see this could be a way for you—”
     
     
    “Christian, I’m absolutely not going to meet with him, and you can’t make me. I can’t believe you’d ask me to. I can’t believe this . . . You do what you want to, but he’d better not come near me or Lyric,” she screamed as she jumped up, ran into our bedroom and slammed the door so hard that one of our framed prints fell off the wall in the hallway.
     
     
    I thought to myself that a silent storm was approaching.
     

 
    Brice
     
     
     
    I believe that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
     
     
    —Author Unknown
     
     
     
     
 
I absently rubbed Kree’s ass, exposed in all its glory. I pulled the navy satin sheet down while she continued to sleep peacefully. Good sex always put her to sleep afterward, and I always gave her good loving. The more I leaned back against my pillow, caressing her between the legs and staring at her sleeping, the more aroused I became. Kree, at twenty-five years old, is a stunning woman with long, thick black hair, big light brown eyes with long eyelashes, high cheekbones with glowing, medium-brown skin, long legs and full, kissable lips.
     
     
    I met Kree my second year in Germany. We met at a club I had heard great things about and was checking out for the first time. She was on the lit dance floor strutting her stuff to the music when I arrived. After ordering a beer, I walked away from the crowded bar and sat down at a vacant table that gave me a great view of her.
     
     
    I watched Kree from a short distance. She appeared to get lost in the song and was a great dancer. Kree was so sensual and sexy; it was like she was making love to the music. The way she would close her eyes for a few seconds, lick her full lips and throw her head back was erotic. Kree had on a sexy black dress that fit every curve, no accessories except for a pair of diamond-stud earrings and a pair of black spike-heeled shoes. I didn’t see a panty line, so I was pretty sure she didn’t have on any underwear.
     
     
    At one point, when she glanced toward the bar, our eyes met and locked. I smiled. Kree smiled shyly in my direction and quickly turned