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from the vibrating device in her hand.
    Is that what pushed Jackson into Jessa’s bed? she wondered. Were all of his complaints and concerns about my workload far more serious than I took them?
    She took a deep breath as she answered the phone. “Hello. Listen, um, I have a family emergency that will need my full attention today,” she said, not even giving them a chance to say anything. “I’m going to need you to just sit on everything until I get into the office tomorrow. If it’s a crisis, then refer it to one of the other VPs.”
    “Yes, Mrs. Clinton.”
    Renee ended the call, thinking her stand to put her family before her career might be too little, too damn late.
     
    Aria closed the closet door and moved over to the window. She eased back the curtain and looked down the street at her home. Everything about it seemed picture perfect. She thought everything about what was in it had been just as snapshot ready.
    They had great sex. They talked about everything. They laughed about more. They didn’t have money trouble. They spent lots of quality time together and apart.
    Had she been wrong?
    It can’t be me. Not Kingston. He wouldn’t , she thought.
    Her eyes focused on her reflection in the window and the pain she saw in her eyes made her angry. The diamonds of her wedding band flashed and she moved her hand.
    The flash of yellow caught her eye and she twisted her head a bit to look down at the sexy driver. Her eyebrow arched a bit as he climbed out of the taxi and stretched his tall and muscled limbs high above his head.
    Aria’s mouth opened in a mini-pant as he slid his hand under his shirt to massage his stomach. She caught a glimpse of rock-hard abs and her pussy literally thumped to life like it was calling out for him.
    Thump-thump.
    Stroke-me.
    Thump-thump.
    Lick-me.
    Thump-thump.
    Fuck-me.
    Thump-thump.
    Freak-me.
    Thump-thump.
    Save-me.
    Thump-thump.
    It would be so easy to forget all the drama within the heat of sex with a fine-ass, muscular-bodied, dreadlocked stranger.
    Aria turned away from the window at Jaime’s sigh. She eyed Miss Bougie as she brushed invisible dust from her clothes. “Nothing?” she asked, pushing aside thoughts of Malcolm naked and hard on the hood of his taxi.
    She’d never cheated in her marriage. Never. And Aria had always been proud of that. She’d thought Kingston had never cheated and never would. That had made her proud in their marriage.
    Now what?
    She felt her hard shell crack as she released a shaky breath. “This is a bunch of bullshit. I could just really fuck Jessa up right now. I’m serious.”
    Jaime walked over to wrap her arm around Aria’s shoulders. “Well, what about Kingston? It takes two to hustle, girl.”
    Aria rolled her eyes upward at the slick way she’d just tried to make her husband out to be Jessa’s prize. “Jaime, if you don’t get your bougie, delusional ass away from me, I swear…”
    Jaime stepped away with a swiftness.
    Aria brushed past her to grab her purse hanging on the doorknob before she left the room and jogged down the stairs. She stormed through the foyer, barely taking note of Renee searching the built-in wooden bar in the corner.
    Malcolm looked up just as Aria swung the door open wide and strode down the steps and up the walk like she was headed to war. His eyes widened a bit as she neared him.
    “How you doing, Malcolm?” she said with a sultry smile.
    He eyed her from head to toe. “I’m straight. You?” he asked, a toothpick hanging from the corner of his mouth.
    Aria reached up and took it from him to fling over his shoulder and the top of his taxi to the street. “I need you to do something for me. You think you can do something for me, Malcolm?” she asked, her heart pumping from the thrill of doing something she knew would hurt Kingston and from her world on the brink of being turned completely upside down.
    “Depends on what it is,” he answered with hot eyes.
    Aria pulled from her past the