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enjoy this  double upload even though their hoursss apart

I upload the first one at 1 am, and now it's 3 pm

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"Zane," I said softly.

He shook his head as he began to pack. "No, I said one time."

"I just want to be in your arms–"

"If it includes being naked with my dick up your pussy, then no."

I groaned as he fumed. "Zane, I enjoyed what happened last night."

"Last night stays in last night."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm. "What now? So you're ashamed to have sex with me?"

"No," he glared at me. "I'm ashamed that I let you convince me to fuck you as if that was going to make you feel better."

"It did make me feel better," I whined.

"Then why do you need more?" He asked.

I crossed my arms and scoffed. "Zane, you're making no sense at all."

"Then clarify."

"We're supposed to have sex as a couple, the fuck. Why are you–"

"A'raya." He stopped packing; he was glaring at me with his jaw clenched. "I said no."

I shrugged. "Fine then, I'll just find someone else." I tried to walk out, but he grabbed my arm.

"You're not doing anything, A'raya; sit your ass down." He seethed.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't tell me what the fuck I can and can not do. If I want to fuck someone else, I will." I teased.

Zane dropped my arm. "Fine, go fuck around like a slut. I didn't want you in the first place." He mumbled.

And just like that, he managed to break my heart.

Did he not get the joke?

It's your fault; you shouldn't joke like that.

Shouldn't he be able to take a joke?

No, it's his true feelings. He never wanted this, not me or this marriage. He's just trying to get me pregnant.

"That's how you feel, huh?" I asked softly.

He didn't answer; he walked out and slammed the door behind him. I made him angry, and now I pushed him away.

I didn't mean to, Zane.

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The airplane ride home was awkward; we sat so close but didn't talk. His jaw was clenched, and he was putting himself to work to be distracted from something other than me. I was getting angrier by the minute.

"Hello, sir." A flight attendant... a beautiful flight attendant, came up to Zane.

He smiled for the first time in three hours. "Hello...Emerald," he smirked. "Beautiful name." He mused.

He was pissing me off so bad.

She giggled. "Thank you..."

"Zane."

"Thank you, Zane. Would you like some champagne?"

"Mhm," he hummed seductively....my mind was playing games on me; he wasn't doing anything seductively.

Or was he?

She giggled. "Ok."

They looked at each other and smiled.

Why the fuck are they smiling.

"I must say, Zane, I love this." She touched the tattoo on his hand.

He did nothing.

"Thank you," he takes the champagne from her hands.

I see her bite her lip. "If you need anything else, Zane–"

"Fuck off bitch; he doesn't need shit, the fuck." I seethed.

Her eyes went wide. "I–"

"You wanna suck my cock with how wide your mouth is?"

She cleared her throat. "Excuse me."

"You're excused bitch." I called after her as Zane shook his head. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes." He nodded. "You."

I rolled my eyes. "Yea, because I'm the annoying wife you never fucking wanted. I'm fucking sorry."

Zane sighed. "A'raya, I was angry; I didn't–"

"No, you did mean it. It's fine; it's your true feelings about our relationship."

"A'raya, if I didn't want you, I wouldn't have fucked you. I was angry that you wanted to cheat on me."

"I was joking, Zane. I wasn't going to sleep with anyone. You're just so stupid."

Zane shook his head, sighing. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." He tried to touch my thigh, but I smacked his hand away.

"So, you'd say anything to hurt me in an argument." My voice wavers as I look out the window.

"A'raya," he said softly, interlocking our fingers as I still refused to look back at him. I was crying silently but shamefully. "I'm not used to...this, to being soft and nice. I'm trying my best."

"Try harder, Zane. I'm not a business partner; I'm your wife. You can't use your dumb business tactics on me."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Zane said, kissing my hand softly. "I'm sorry, don't cry."

I sniffed as his hand softly pulled my face toward him and wiped my tears with his fingers. "Leave me alone," I whispered. "Go flirt with Emerald."

Zane chuckled. "You really think I'd put someone's life in danger for no reason?"

I scoffed.

"I was making you jealous, so you'd talk first. I didn't want to start the conversation." I glared at him. "I'm sorry, A'raya, remember what I told you. I really, really like you too."

He slowly kissed me, swiping his tongue inside my mouth. I sighed. "I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have pressured you into having sex with me. I just–you make me feel nothing but happiness, and it's hard to feel anything but guilt eating at me when I knew about Leslie, about why she would choose Jason. We should've given her a chance to talk; we made her think that we would think she was some whore because she was pregnant. Every time I'm with you, being fucked by you, I'm happy." I sobbed quietly.

He kissed my forehead. "Take off your seatbelt and sit on my lap."

I nodded, uncaring of the people who would step out of their damn business to look at ours. I sat down on his lap, cuddling him like a child. "Do you want to see a therapist?"

"No," I shook my head. "You're my therapist."

He sighed, kissing my head. "A'raya."

"No, Zane, I don't want to see anyone," I said sternly.

"Go to one session for me."

"Last time I went to therapy, my mother figured out more ways to torture my siblings and me."

"This will be different. I'll get someone out of your mother's reach."

I sighed, thinking about it. "Fine. One. For you."

"Thank you." He whispered, rubbing my thighs as I fell asleep slowly.

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Maggie sat there, leg bobbing up and down.

Jaevon was typing on his laptop, researching the case of Leslie.

Nola was making a board, pinning people in her life...she had no suspects.

I was thinking...we need to go visit her complex.

Zane....was eating. I noticed that Zane loves to eat; he eats five times a day. It's cute. He's a big man; I guess he needs more food.

"Guys, we should go visit her complex."

"No." Zane immediately answers, slurping on his noodles. "I told you I'd stop you before it got too far."

Maggie sighed. "The little sissy's right. We'll tamper with shit."

"Yea, I don't think it's a good idea," Nola said.

Jaevon raised an eyebrow. "We could look and not touch."

"No," Maggie glared at him. "Shut your bitch ass up, pussy; you sound dumb as fuck."

Jaevon furrowed his brows. "Uhnh, cause uhnh, I know you ain't talking to me. You slut."

Maggie opened her mouth, but I stopped her. "Madam, it's ok. We need to focus on Leslie."

They all nodded.

"You right," Maggie said, nodding.

"Ok, then we need a plan that won't get us arrested," Nola said, putting her hand on her hip.

"I didn't mean going to her apartment. I meant going to her neighbors."

Zane nodded. "They had to have seen something."

"And we know it ain't her sick ass man, Jason," Maggie said. "So, who else is visiting Leslie?"

Nola and I shrugged.

"Oh shit y'all." Jaevon gasped.

"What?" Maggie crossed her arms. "It better not be some dumb shit like SZA posting. Leave that woman alone."

Jaevon pursed his lips. "Maggie..." He drawled out. "Don't test me."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Come do something–"

"Uhnh, tell us, JJ, come on." Nola butt in.

"Oh, yea," he looked a little concerned, looking straight at me.

"What, Jaevon? What's with the damn suspense?" I snarled.

Zane rubbed my arm softly.

"A'raya, your mother escaped from prison."

It felt like my world was collapsing around me...why was my life doing this to me?

Oop.

Doesn't this reveal a lot?

not too much tho.

You think it's A'raya mom? I would beg to differ...