Alexander:
It has been two weeks since Zoey started living with me and all I could think of was her. Her. Everywhere I turned, every corner. Her face. Her long legs in my shirt. The caramel black skin that glitters too much under the light.
The way her bosom peeked out of the unbuttoned part of my dress. The hard erected n*****s straining the shirt.
Shit. You are done for! Alex!!
I stared at one of the headlines on my tablet, bold and shining like it was meant to sting.
Alexander Knight and new wife spotted at a luxury boutique.
The picture was perfect. It always was. Her smile, soft but uncertain. My hand at her back, possessive enough to look real. The kind of photo that publicists dream of.
Except I hadn’t told anyone to take it.
The thought made something twist in my chest,not
