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Chapter 19

Naomi is gorgeous! She has such a perfect body and such beautiful eyes... Wow. I've got to get her number now.

"Um, Kendra, what are you cooking?" Naomi asked, turning her attention to 3.

"I'm making pancakes. Would you like to stay for breakfast?" 3 asked. They both directed their attention to me. I looked at Naomi. Her eyes begged me to stay.

"Um, I'd love to," Naomi smiled. "But I have to get back to my wife." A frown replaced her smile.

"Aww, okay." 3 sighed. "Well, you can just hang with us until you have to leave, I suppose."

"Thanks, Kendra." I said as she went back to her bedroom and shut the door leaving Naomi and I in the living room. I sat down on the couch and invited her to sit beside me. She sat down and turned her body around to face me. "So you and Kendra have been friends since college?" I asked.

"Yeah." She nodded. Naomi has this cute, innocent look about her that I am beginning to absolutely adore. It's way different from the aggressiveness she had at the door. "You're being all cute and innocent now, but I swear you were the same one who greeted me like I was just some random dude looking for God knows what."

"Well, random guys tend to come to Kendra's door at times."

"Really?" I was taken aback.

"Oh... You didn't know? Don't tell Kendra I told you."

"Relax. I won't." I said as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"So, you and Kendra are together?"

"What makes you think that?"

"The way she kissed you when you came in..."

"Oh, no. I'm married."

"Ohh... Married, huh?" She chuckled a little.

"Yeah... Is that a problem?"

"You fuck Kendra on the side, don't you?"

"I mean... I wouldn't say it like that..." I shrugged.

"But you're married."

"I don't believe in dating outside of marriage."

"But fucking other people is perfectly fine?"

"I wouldn't say it like that, but yeah. Most rules don't apply to me."

"Oh, they don't?"

"Most rules don't." I stretched.

"I saw the way you were looking at me, Michael."

"I saw the way you were looking at me, Naomi."

"You're handsome and all, but you're married and you're fucking my best friend." Naomi stood up and made her way to the kitchen. She's got a little 1 in her. I like that. I went to the kitchen and sat on the counter.

"Who cares if I'm married?"

"You should be the one who cares. Why would you cheat on your wife? I'm sure you married her for a reason." She looked up at me.

"She doesn't know."

"That's not the point."

I got down and stood beside her, "You're right. That's not the point. The point is, I want to get to know you better and you're too busy worrying about my wife and Kendra."

"Shouldn't someone be worrying about them?" Naomi asked as she looked down at the pancake mix.

"Can I get to know you?"

She bit her lip, "what about Kendra? What about your wife?"

"What they don't know won't hurt them." I smirked.

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "look," she began as she grabbed a pen and my hand. "Call me tonight." She said as she wrote her number on my hand.

I kissed her cheek, "you will not be disappointed."

3 came out of her bedroom and joined us in the kitchen, "sorry, guys. I had to take care of some business."

"That's fine." Naomi and I said in unison. I looked over to see her blush deeply. For now, she's 1. That is until I find out what she's like in bed.




When I got home, Victoria was fuming.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, rubbing her arms.

"What time did I say we have to pick up the boys?" She asked.


"Michael, what time is it?" She pointed at the clock.

"Four ten. Baby, It's just ten minutes. Come on." I rolled my eyes.

"Michael, I told my mom we'd be there by four. Not we'd pick them up at four. You promised, 'honest to God,' you said. You said you'd be here before then."

"I forgot."

"Where were you, Michael? And don't tell me you went to get a birthday gift for me. That lie won't work anymore. Find something else to lie about and I just might believe it."

"Those weren't lies."

"They were and you know it. Where were you?" Now what could I say? That birthday thing worked perfectly. Now there's nothing for me to say. "Well?! I'm waiting."

"I was driving around."

"Ha! Michael, I know your cheap ass all too well. You wouldn't waste gas like that."

"I drove around and went to our favorite place. We haven't been there in a while, V. It brings back memories."

She rolled her eyes, "let's go." I followed her out to the car. So does that mean she believes me? "I'm driving."

"Okay." That gives me time to put Naomi in my phone. I opened the car door for Victoria. She got in and shut the door angrily. I was only a couple of minutes late, jeez. I got in and buckled up, facing my back towards the window.

"Why are you sitting like that?" Victoria asked as she backed out.

I shrugged, "never sat like this before." I faced my palm up, so I could put Naomi's number in my phone. Once I was done, I sat regular and started texting her.

Victoria looked over at me, "I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to get upset, but we had a great night last night and for you to just up and leave upset me. Plus, you promised you'd be back before four and I believed you."

"No, I should apologize, V. I didn't mean to be late. I can understand why you're upset with me. I broke my promise."

She sighed, "I accept your apology." I received a text from Naomi.

Hey :) You responded. Why wouldn't I? Because I'm married. Well, I guess I got over that. As I responded to her text, I didn't realize I was smiling really hard.

"What are you smiling about?"

"This photo I have of you." I quickly searched through my pictures and found one of her.

"Wow! You took a photo of that?" She blushed.

"Yeah, I love taking photos of my accomplishments."

"Oh, God..." She blushed deeply. My phone vibrated. I received another text from Naomi.

So, when can I see you again? How about tonight? Cool, where? Where do you want to go? Well, it's a Sunday night... Let's go out to eat. Fine with me. Where? Olive Garden? Too formal. Okay. How about Roosters? Haha. I haven't been there in a while. Let's meet at ten.

"Michael?" Victoria asked.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Is that a phone number on your hand?"

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