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“Why
not? You should be very upset or in the least disappointed with me.”

“I--”
Someone just cut my tongue out. Totally blindsided. Me. Me. Me.
Do Re Mi
.

“I know
why you’re not upset.”

I dra
nk the wine down to an empty goblet. “Why?” I said after the liquid cleared my throat. Jack took my glass from my hand and placed it on the floor.

“I’m not stupid.
I know you’ve cheated on me.” I hit the brakes and I’m flying through the windshield at this point. “I know you’ve been with someone else. I felt it. I suspect Mason. Could be Lamar, I’m not sure.” He was glaring at me, sizing me up. He was trying to read my face.

“Kari,
listen I don’t really care. We both had a hard time letting go of the past but I don’t care about that anymore. I care about now. I know that I love you. I know that you love me. I want you. I want a clean slate. I don’t want these secrets. I’m not going to let you push me out. I’m not going to let you push me away. I know you think you don’t deserve to be happy but you do. I promise I will make you happy. Whatever this is, we can get over it. We can move pass it. I believe that our love is real. I believe in us.”

All the passion in his eyes stirred something in my heart. The tears I had been holding back poured from my eyes and parted my lips. I gasped for air. His words seemed like poetry to me. His blue eyes had knocked down the brick wall I had built in between him and me. But was
it a brick wall or was it Mason?

Mr. Rizza
was a concrete barrier. He was that unmovable force that stopped me from moving forward. He stopped me from seeing what I had in front of me. He obstructed my view. I couldn’t be angry with Jack for running back to Diana when I drove him from me with my lies and deceit. Jack was always trying and I was going through the motions. Jack made me love him anyway.

“Kari, whatever it is you’re sad about you better cry it out now.
” Jack gently took my chin in his hand and held it. He leaned in toward my face like he would kiss me but just stopped short of my lips. “I’m not letting you go. We are staying together regardless of the past. You’re not getting rid of me. If you ever cheat on me again with anyone from this day forth I will…” Jack squeezed his firm grip on my chin and titled my face up to his. I thought he was going to crush my jawbone. Then he just abruptly let me go.

Jack stood
or more like bolted up from his chair. He paced the floor in front of me. I adjusted my jaw. I could still feel a twinge of pain.

He
suddenly left me alone in the bedroom. Okay, I get it. No more cheating. That’s not a problem. Mason is old tragic news. I belong to Jack. I’m done with the extra bullshit.

That night Jack made dinner. He, I and Trey sat together in the kitchen and eat. After dinner Jack worked on something in what used to be my little office. He had taken it over with a lot of his stuff but I didn’t mind. He had added a lot of extra electronic stuff in the room. I cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs. I tucked Trey in
to bed and listened to him talk to me about his new best friend. I got cleaned up for bed and waited for Jack. He eventually came to bed. I pretended to be sleep. I had been pretending to be sleep for at least two weeks.

I was lying on my side. I felt Jack slip in bed in his regular spot behind me. He gave me my space but he recent
ly would sleep closer to me. I’m sure it was because I stopped sleeping with him. He probably was confused. Jack’s hand roamed under the comforter. He reached over and went under my tank top. He cupped my breast. He roughly pulled at my breasts. He pinched my nipple hard and made it burn, burn in a good way. I felt Jack’s face buried in the back of my neck. There was a bit of awkwardness and a bit of familiarity. I had stopped all intimacy with Jack and he seemed okay with it but now he was trying to fuck me. His dick was poking me in my ass. He had removed his pants before he got into bed.

I think I want this. I think I’m ready for this. I moaned loud enough to let Jack
know I welcomed his sex. Why did I do that? Jack pinched my other nipple and this time that shit hurt.

“Jack what the fuck?”
That hurt.

Jack removed his hand and I thought he was going to get up and leave
the room. Instead he got up on his knees. He turned me over on my back and opened my legs. He reached over to the table and turned on the lamp. Why?

Jack was in between my legs. He removed my panties.
He was looking down at me like he occasionally did. He was in his voyeur mode. He was looking at me like I was some nasty slut. It turned me on and made me wet. It made me want to touch myself. I traced my fingers down to my pussy and I pushed my index finger inside me while he watched. He licked his lips. I had to give him a taste. I put my finger up for him to lick.

Jack grabbed my wrist and looked at my finger. His examination made my hotbox leak. He let my wrist go and he slapped my hand away.
Jesus Jack! He was really mad. I could see it in his eyes. He looked like he could rip my head off.

“Jack.” I was trying to snap him out of his trance.
“Jack!”

“Shut up whore.” He murmured.

Well damn! He wasn’t playing around. This wasn’t our regular role play sex scenario. This pretty motherfucka meant that shit.

“Get off of me.” I was being
as quiet as possible since my son was in the house in his bedroom.

“Shut the fuck up whore.” He said that shit again
. It was difficult to be hard when he had my legs spread wide and he had his six-two chiseled body in between my legs. I wanted to call his mammie a whore but Jack is white. Talking about a white man’s mama doesn’t jab at their hearts like it does a black man.

Jack grabbed me by my thighs and dug his fingers and nails into my skin. He had a fucking demon chilling in his eye
balls. Goddamnit!

“Stop Jack, you’re hurting me.” I was going to cry
because it hurt so bad.

“Why
should I? You hurt me.”

I instinctively reached up and punched him in the side of his head.
My jab shocked the shit out of him. He unknowingly let me go and I quickly scooted out from under him when he reached for his face. I stumbled out of the bed and I didn’t get far. I hit the floor and Jack was on top of me. I was so upset. I felt tricked or something. Jack was right where he started, in between my open legs. He grabbed both of my wrists and wretched them up to his chest. He was looking at me like I was some kind of alien from another planet.

Jack stretched my arms above my head. My heart was beating out of control. I felt the tip of his penis right at my pussy lips. What is happening? He took both my wrist
s in his one hand and his other hand skimmed down the length of my arm. Jack ran his thumb over my cheek and over my lips. Doesn’t he see that I’m sorry?

“Jack I’m sorry.”

“Shut up whore.” Jack reached down and guided his dick inside me. He went straight inside me and I opened up and welcomed him. He was staring down at me.

“Jack I’m sorry.”
Jack rammed deep into me and made me gasp for air. It felt so good having Jack inside me. I don’t know why it took all this extra shit to get him here. “Jack.” I called up to him. He was stuffing me with his dick and biting his bottom lip the way he always did. “Jack, I’m your whore.”

I must have said the magic words because Jack lifted both my legs up in front of him.
He laid them on his chest. He plunged down in my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed forgetting to shut my mouth. M
y knees came close to hitting me in the face. I felt his balls bouncing off my asshole and I was seconds from a hot intense orgasm. Jack was holding my ass in his hands and he was hitting my pussy real hard from underneath. I did miss this. I did miss him. I came. I had an orgasm. It snuck up on me and soothed my heartbreak. Yeah, I love Jack.

The next morning I woke up s
ore. My thighs hurt from the digs Jack took when he was holding me. Jack wasn’t next to me. He already showered and shaved. He looked like he was ready for work.

I rubbed my eyes and glared at him. I didn’t know how he felt
about what was going on with us. This is the first time I’ve been completely in the dark when it comes to Jack.

Jack stood at the foot of the bed. He looked down at me. “How did you sleep?”

“Okay.” I sat up in the bed. I was naked under the comforter.

“Are you sore?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.” Jack sat on the bed next to me.

“I’m a little sore.”

“I sorry I hurt you.”

“Are you?” I needed to know for my sanity.

“Yes, Kari I love you so much. It hu
rts me that you slept with someone else.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t
sleep with Lamar.” I confessed. I could never go back to Lamar after our turbulent history.

“Okay, Mason?
” He asked using two words.

I shook my head yes.
That was hard to admit.

“Okay if it happens again--”

“It won’t.”

“Okay.” Jack pressed his lips together. He took a breath. “I love you. I will not hurt you but him, I don’t love him. I will hurt him. If I hurt him it will be your fault. Do you understand what I’m getting at?”

“Yes I understand.” I understood exactly what Jack was getting at.
Since Jack never ever made any threats I was inclined to believe him this particular time.

For some shameful reason I thought that Jack would hire someone to kill Mason but that was just my mind running away from me. I watch to many crime shows.
The First 48
got my head fucked up.

The thing is
, Jack is really smart and if anyone could kill someone and get away with it; that would be Jack. He is crafty, manipulative and resourceful. Oddly Mason was the same in that regard.

“We will never
speak about it again. I’m not going to throw that pompous prick up in your face every time we have a disagreement. Mason and Diana are no more.”

“Okay.”

“Fuck okay. Tell me to my face. Look me in the eye and tell me that he is history.”

I looked him in his eyes. “Jack, Mason is history.
I love you. I want you.” Seems like I said those same words to Mason.

Jack’s chiseled jaw clenched. There was an inkling of fear that crept into my veins. I never was afraid of Jack
. I’m watching him closely. Jack loves me. He would never hurt me.

CHAPTER 7

KARI

Today was a special day for Jack. We were in a good place and I was going out of my way to prove to him that I was committed to this relationship, that we were a team and that I
think I am worthy of his forgiveness. It was like I could breathe again. Mason was gone from my soul. I was proud of this. I had stopped beating myself up for my recklessness, my foolishness and my selfishness.

I was Patti Labelle in this bitch. I had a new attitude. I had a man that loves me and I would spend the rest of my days showing him I loved him too.
Things changed for the better after that painful torturous sex session.

Jack had landed a million dollar account with Kraft.
I was really proud of him. He was a hard worker and a really good man. There was a party downtown at his Ad agency to celebrate the news. Jack was already there. He was meticulous about things going perfectly and true to form he had to be there to oversee all the preparations.

About a week before the party Jack took me to Neiman Marcus to shop for a dress to wear to his event. Shopping with Jack made me want to blow his brains out. Apparently he had more money than he knew what to do with. He was spending money like a crazy person. It was clear that he was truly slumming it living in the humble abode of a FedEx employee.

I got all dressed up in a fitted black Michael Kors cutout single sleeved gown. This dress was beyond sexy and had a split on the side all the way up to the top of my thigh. There was an opening right where my cleavage sat. This gown was some Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Lopez type of garment. Even with all the exposed skin, the dress was still classy and not at all slutty. It cost thirty-seven hundred dollars. It wasn’t Jack’s first choice. He wanted me to get this black and nude beaded tulle trumpet gown by Oscar de la Renta. That dress was nine thousand dollars. I refused to let him spend that money on a dress. He was adamant that I get that dress. I told him I would make a scene. That dress was sharp but I don’t need that much money on my body.

The compromise came with the black sexy dress. Jack put his size elevens down. He said I could get a cheaper dress just as long as I showed off all my assets. Tits, ass, legs, those were his words. He said I had to be the center of attention. He was brutally honest when he told me that he wanted all the man to envy him. He told me that I was the most beautiful woman in the world to him but he wanted me to look like the most beautiful woman to every single man at the celebration. He was holding my hands and looking me in my eyes. He was serious as hell. He said he wanted hard cock’s and drool when the men saw me. I looked at him like he was crazy but I said “Okay whatever you want Jack.” Sometimes Jack would just amaze me with his words and throw me all the way off. That is how I ended up in the sexy Michael Kors dress.