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Yeah, I loved all that, but it didn’t mean I was a fool. I reached into the bottom drawer of my night stand fumbling softly for what I knew would piss him off. I almost got caught as he pulled on his draws and turned to look at me. I yawned before turning over carefully, concealing what was in my hand. He grabbed his phone before climbing into bed beside me. As soon as he finished texting who I assumed was some bitch, I waited until he leaned over to place his phone on his nightstand before hitting the on switch.
    “Ouch! What the fuck is that?” Jacori asked, jumping out of the bed. I could barely contain my laughter as I shook my vibrating dildo “Mr. Squirmy” in his face.
    “You tell me what it is since you walkin’ up in here like some bitch who just got sent home after bein’ fucked!”
    “Legacy, don’t make me fuck you up,” he replied as I sat up. I slapped the dildo in my palm, “Where the hell you been?” Jacori was still staring at the dildo and damn near fell trying to avoid being hit when I slung it at him.
    “You need to chill with that shit for real. I had some business to handle. You think all this shit comes free?” Jacori spun around in a circle slowly pointing at the things his money bought.
    “Like I said. Where the hell you been?” I could feel myself wanting to reach for my .380 that I kept under the side of my bed. He looked shifty as hell so I was waiting on him to lie. I slid off the side of the bed and faced him. His eyes scanned me from the short waves on my head, to the full breasts that were a little more than a handful, down the trail of my six pack stomach and wide hips that led to an ass you could see from the front. My milk chocolate colored ass was the best thing that ever happened to him.
    “I told you that I had some business. Why you always gotta come at me like this? Then you got a fake dick? Like get the fuck outta her with all that. You try to be a little too damn independent sometimes!” Jacori snatched his pillow off of the bed before grabbing his phone. I heard a door slam shortly after.
    “Oh well. Whatever nigga. A bitch has needs too,” I said to myself. I grabbed Mr. Squirmly laid my ass down and went to work. Fuck him.

CHAPTER TWO
Heart of a Lion
ALISHA
     
    I popped a couple of Xanax to help me with my insomnia. My husband Kortez woke me up with his screaming and yelling. Yawning and wiping the crust from the corners of my eyes, I opened them trying to comprehend what he was saying to me. His veins were protruding from the sides of his forehead as he spoke.
    "Damn Alisha, what the fuck was you doing when a motherfucker came inside our home and basically stole our shit? I told you about popping them damn pills when you are here by yourself!”
    I sat up in the bed at realization of what he was pissed about. “Oh my God baby. I'm so sorry. I couldn't sleep so I took a pill or two.”
    “Yeah, a pill or two my ass. A band coulda marched through here and you wouldn’t have woke up,” Kortez stated, pacing back and forth. He kept glancing around the room looking for something. It took him approximately ten minutes to find what he was looking for.
    “Damn, there it is,” I heard him say as he came from out of the closet with a medium sized box. He opened up the box and I stood up peering over his shoulder to see what the hell it was. What the hell? It was a surveillance system that I was never aware of, but it was all good because I never talked about or did any dirt at the place where we laid our head. The most my man would have seen me do when I was at home alone was dance around the house half-naked to my favorite songs or please myself. When he was away Alisha would play; just not with another nigga.
                  “Are you deaf? I been calling your name,” Kortez spat, looking at me sideways. I had been daydreaming a little, but he didn’t have to be rude.
    “What?” I answered with an attitude.
              “Go