I'm happy with the life I'm living now. Everything's going great in our home, at work, and in my regular life. I'm especially happy with the man I chose to marry.

Leaning in my husband's arms feels amazing after a long day at the office. His large hands hold my hips as his chin fits on top of my head. My hands feel his freshly-clean skin while I take in the overpowering scent of his cologne.

We just stand by the door and embrace each other. When I come home later than he does, this is exactly what I get; cuddle time with my man right by the door.

Who wouldn't be happy with that?

"How was your day, sweetheart?" Davin asks lowly while kissing my forehead and pleasing me with his tone.

"Like any other day, busy as usual. Interviewed a few business owners, sat in on a few photo sessions, spoke with a few friends, and came to the realization that-"

"She told me. I think it's a great idea."

I sit up from his hold, roll my eyes, and let him go; just annoying as ever.

Blame my current mood on my long day at work or something but it's still irking how he still doesn't get it after eight years. It's not a great idea.

"Man, no, it's not. It's a terrible idea. You should know why."

As I head up the stairs, I'm stopped by Davin's words.

"Fuck him, J. You ain't even going to Florida. What's the big deal, babe?"

Something's just telling me this is a bad idea. We could be traveling to Lake Makatana and I'd still believe that this was a bad idea.

For my mental health, it would be wise if we didn't travel for a minute.

Yeah, you guessed it. Over the years, I've gained a sense of resentment. It's like every time we travel somewhere, Florida memories flash back into my mind. Everything about everywhere we go reminds me of Tampa fucking Florida.

I was fine when we went to New York...until we got to the aquarium. When we went to Atlanta, I ended up breaking down at a local bar. Don't get me started on Virginia. We had to turn back around all in the same day.

My safe space is my office and my house. I take pride in caring for my children, loving on my husband, working hard and having fun with my friends at home.

Going on this trip would make me feel even worse, especially since we'll be on another beach. Everything will ruin the experience for me. Every restaurant, every bar, every condo, the sand, the saltwater, the trees...

It would take me back to a dark place I once knew and I just don't want to relive everything from the past.

Speaking of the past and why I'm still harboring some anger, that mediation shit did nothing. Still no phone calls, no texts, no video chats, and those lame ass letters with only 2-3 sentences on them stopped weeks after he saw Noah.

So, with all that being said...

Fuck that pussy ass nigga. I ain't going anywhere.

Turning back to Davin, I sigh and say "You think about that while I go take a shower. Nick will be back at 7 so you might wanna get started on dinner."

And that was it.

You know something? Davin used to be the man that knew what to say and when to say it. When we were dating, he knew the fuckboy code forward and backward. He knew how to make me happy when I was sad, how to get me in the mood when I was far from being in it, and when to give me some attention.

Now that we're married and have kids, all of that flew out the window. It's as if he's broken because he works more now, brings work home, and he hangs with the guys more often now.

Granted, he still takes care of the family financially but most of his time is spent working. Either Dad is working him like a damn dog or Davin isn't telling me something.

Could he really have a work wife, a side bitch, or something? It wouldn't be the first time I've experienced something like this but it will be the last if I am.

After my long shower and putting my gown on, I catch sight of a very expensive midnight drink. It looks at me and I look at it in its curvy, glass glory. The feminine urge to grab the neck of it and down the contents inside.

My hand wraps itself around the neck of the bottle and I pry the top off of it. It's been almost a year since we've actually had an adult beverage. Nothing serious; just Davin and I agreed to a specific diet plan a while back.

As I raise the Moscato to my lips, a familiar touch grazes my stomach and a hand moves the bottle away.

Damn it, Davin.

"Not tonight, babe."

He sets it on the dresser and unbuttons his shirt while watching me with intent in his dark brown eyes. His bulky arms fold across each other like he was about to whoop my ass. I freeze up because that's exactly what I want him to do to me.

"You about to start something you can't finish, boy."

He brings his arms around my body and speaks between kisses "I have a better way of getting rid of that anger. All you need to bring is your body."

I'm smiling from ear-to-ear like a kid that just went to a candy store. His words massage my body as he grips on my ass. His lips attack my neck and it's on from there.

It's been so long since I've got my back broke. Our king-sized bed hasn't been rocked in months. In fact, the last night we did anything together was last year. It was almost Halloween and we tried to role play but he was called to do something for my dad.

This was our night! It isn't planned but those are the best times to fuck, right?

I want it all. The pleasure, the love, the attention, and-

"Damn, Davin. Why you grabbing my ass so hard?"

It feels good but that isn't a regular love grab. I know exactly what kind of grab it is and I want to hear him say it.

"I just missed you; all of you. From your head to your toes. I want all of you, especially that ass."

And there it is!

A breathless moan escapes my lips as his kisses move down my stomach.

This is what I want. Just take all of me, baby. Everything is yours to take.

Once we get in the mood and he starts taking off my gown, his phone goes off. He looks at the phone then back at me, trying to make a choice between the two.

Of course, he's going to choose the damn phone. Work is never ignored. This is why we can't fuck anymore.

He stands to his feet and I'm studying his erect manhood, wanting to feel on it. I beg for him to not answer it but....

"J, that's your father calling. I've got to take this. I'm sorry, love."

He checks his watch and walks off to grab his phone from the dresser.

Dad calls at the worst fucking times, man. It's as if he knows exactly when to call. He never did that when we were dating but now, it's like every time we do something together, he calls.

Once Davin left the room, I lay in the bed and wait for him to come back. After so long, there was no point in waiting on him. I drink the wine and fall asleep about an hour later.

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Hey y'all!

So what's up with Journee's attitude? She shouldn't let her past relationships stop her from having fun, right?

Do y'all think something is going on with Davin at work? Does he have a side piece?

What do y'all think so far?

Thanks for reading! See ya soon!