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hard to deny him especially when he worked his magic.
    “They have a flight to Houston at 1:25. Mine doesn’t leave until 2:00,” Kingston startled me from the threshold of the bathroom door.
    “Okay,” I smiled from the mirror.
    He stepped behind me and placed his hand on the sink. When I eased my fingers between his, I couldn’t help but notice that our wedding rings were almost identical. At that moment, I wished that it was he and I who stood at the altar sliding the rings on each other’s finger. Why couldn’t I have met you years ago? I asked him silently when I gazed up at his reflection in the mirror. You’re perfect . When he smiled back at me with those luscious lips and mysterious, dark eyes I wanted to melt.
    “Come on, baby, we gotta get going. The planes aren’t gonna wait for us,” Kingston said, before tapping my ass then dashing back into the bedroom area.
    I glanced at the steamy shower where I thought he and I would be making love again. It saddened me to know that we weren’t.
    “Come on, Niquole,” Kingston commanded like he was my husband.
    Little did he know, I wished he was the one who held that title.

CHAPTER 2
    I sighed when the cab driver drove through the gates of my neatly manicured Houston subdivision nearly four hours after I was expected to arrive home. As I coasted through the neighborhood, I stared at each brick, single-family home and the families that were outside horsing around or tending to their yards. I wondered why I couldn’t be that happy or why my mouth could never form a smile. The only time it did was when I was with him; Kingston. In the seven months that we’d known each other, he’d swept me off my feet and filled my world with nothing but excitement. Unlike my boring-ass marriage.
    I wasn’t ready to return to reality, but as the cabbie drove closer to my home, I had no other choice. I took a deep breath then reached inside my leather, Alma Louis Vuitton bag and pulled out a twenty dollar bill to pay the fare. When we pulled in front of the house, seconds later, I instantly frowned when I saw my mother’s car in the driveway.
    What the hell is she doing here , I thought. I certainly wasn’t in the mood to deal with her ass at the moment.
    However, my scowl instantly faded when I watched the enjoyment on my four-year-old son’s face as he did cartwheels on the front lawn. When he spotted me, he made a mad dash toward the yellow cab. I gave him a huge smile as he patted on the window for me to hurry up and get out. I had to get myself together. I desperately had to jump back into my role as mother and wife. Even though I couldn’t get Kingston off or out of my mind, I had to regroup for my boys’ sake.
    “Hey, Mommy!” Johnathan yelled. He jumped all over me when I stepped out of the cab.
    I didn’t show any painful emotion when he excitedly stepped on my foot.
    “Whew, you smell like a wet dog.” I playfully frowned as I gave him several kisses and hugs. “I see you got your hair cut,” I said, rubbing my hand over his nearly bald head.
    “Unhuh,” he smiled with those perfect, beautiful, white teeth that I hoped would look the same once they fell out and the permanent ones came in.
    “Where’s your daddy?” I asked in a dry tone.
    Before he could answer, I heard the front door open. As soon as I looked up, I saw my husband, Germaine, standing in the threshold of the door holding our five-month-old son, Nathan in his arms. I took a deep breath as I stared at him wishing, for a brief moment, he was Kingston, but I knew that he could never amount to my lover.
    “Why are you so late?” Germaine asked as soon as I made it to the front door.
    “Because I am,” I replied in an irritable and defensive tone.
    “Why didn’t you call and tell me that you’d be late?”
    “Because I didn’t need to,” I snarled. “Why all of the fucking questions? Damn!”
    “I thought something may have happened to you Nikki...that’s all. Besides, I left