Corey slipped in the back door quietly wearing a black veil over his head, dark lashes, and white gloves. He had a bouquet of black roses in his hands and he looked tearfully down paying his respects.

"Where's the body?" he whispered as he inched quietly through Kaya's bedroom door.

Kaya gathered her tissues dabbing her tired puffy eyes, she looked blankly at him, "not tonight" she said sternly.

It was past midnight but after tossing and turning Kaya had decided to call the only person she knew she could count on.

Corey looked at her face and sat down quietly next to her, "I'm sorry" he whispered pulling her into his arms.

Kaya bottom lip quivered as she started sobbing again," I just need someone to sleep with me tonight" she bawled.

Corey looked at his attire, "the way you were crying on the phone honey, I thought I was going to Keith's funeral. I thought you murdered his penis in a stir fry" he explained.

Kaya fluffed her bedroom pillows crawling sadly into bed. Their feet lightly thudded on the tile floor as they moved around.

Keith had decided to sleep on the couch tonight and there was nothing Kaya could do about it.

Corey snuggled under the sheets with his best friend, letting her cry it out.

"He doesn't want me anymore, he wants normal" Kaya stammered using her blanket to catch her running tears.

Corey groaned making sure to keep his voice down, "No, he thinks he does, but you're the best damn thing that happened to him. That Cookie Monster at the restaurant wants him, I saw it in her thirst trap eyes. Keith shouldn't be mad at us for defending what's yours. You're not an exterminator you shouldn't be getting rid of roaches for your man, it's his responsibility to tell hoes to fall back" he said getting teary eyed.

Kaya blew her nose loudly in Corey's wig, "thanks" she yawned.

Kaya's eyes were starting to flutter and become heavy. She felt safe in the arms of her friend. She listened to his encouraging words until sadness took her and rocked her to sleep, in a vast endless body of blue waves.

Kaya opened her eyes and rolled over, her face cracked and dry from her staining tears. Her chest hurt and she felt like she had coal lodged in her throat.

It felt worse than the time she had the flu, her bones ached and every tendril of her heart was ripping at the seams. She felt defeated and lonely, and even though the tears were caught in her thick eyelashes it felt like she would never stop crying.

"Do you need me to help you wash your face?" Corey asked helping Kaya sit up, as he handed her a cup of coffee.

Kaya could barely speak as Corey dabbed her face with cool water and helped her put on her robe.

Nothing was worse than the pain of a broken heart, Kaya was truly devastated, not only because of Keith's reaction but because it told her how he would act in the future. In her eyes, he had turned vengeful and spiteful in order to teach her a lesson

Corey took the rollers out of his head, "Baby blues, pour your tears into a teacup because I have to go to work. You know this ass don't pop itself" he said yawning "but honestly talk to your man and fix this" he encouraged giving her a reassuring hug.

Corey left clinking away in his black heels giving Kaya some time to herself. She moved slow, the pain was like fresh stitches burning to heal. She dragged her pitiful body to the bathroom.

Kaya's hands trembled as she brushed her teeth, she gripped the handles of the faucet tightly letting the water rush over her loud sobs.

The woman in the mirror startled her. The face she saw aged, with weary satchel eyes that drooped over her sunken bruised jaw. Her bloodshot red eyes overshadowed the dark tones of her long gaunt face that was beaten by the tiredness of time. Her usual vibrant dark mocha skin was dry and patchy washed over with a chalky essence.

Kaya sniffled slipping into her morning garment half-heartedly doing her hair. She ran the comb through her dry curls twice and then gave up leaving them in mangled dirty locks.

Her eyes glimpsed down at her wedding ring. She played with it, passing it between her fingers, feeling the smooth sharp diamond glide against her thumb. Thoughts drifted sleepily into the dark haze of her mind and she wondered if their love was more than just an expensive symbol?

Kaya walked into the kitchen, hoping that some breakfast would give her the strength to move forward.

Keith walked in at the same time, an awkward pause occurred as they both froze and stared at each other. Emotions and longing streaked across Keith's face but he quickly snuffed it with anger.

Kaya reached a hand out trying to softly take his , but moved past her, ignoring her touch. Instead, he focused intently on what was in the fridge, as an uncomfortable tension built and bubbled over.

"Keith!" Kaya called sharply honestly fed up with his behavior.

Keith looked at her slowly, "Yes?" he said dryly peeping up from behind the fridge door.

Kaya put her hands on her hips, "I understand that you're upset, but enough is enough. I apologized for Corey's behavior and I truly didn't mean to embarrass you. At this point, you either want to work on this marriage with me or go chase after your dreams of normalcy" she said rolling her eyes.

Keith couldn't hide his surprise, he didn't know that his wife was so softly bold, "I want to work on it of course but I'm still upset" he said crossing his arms.

Kaya sighed standing tensely, "I'm going to therapy! I'm trying to please you more, and I'm listening to you" she promised.

Kaya closed the space between them, she hated not being next to him. She missed his morning kisses, simple banter and the way he would grab her waist and dance around the kitchen while making pancakes. She yearned for their giggles and flirtatious screams that made their home lively and welcoming.

"Can you please just kiss me?" Kaya begged, pulling his crossed arms apart, as she leaned slowly forward into him until her breast touched his chest.

She felt his angry venom subside as he sighed and let go. He held her close and for a moment they swayed catching each other's sweet miseries. The firm texture of his face glided against hers as they nuzzled and held each other, anchored in their affections.

Like a fire that was quickly extinguished his cold eyes defrosted and he leaned into her, pressing his huge lips onto hers, "this isn't always going to work" he growled inhaling her cherry scent, not yet willing to admit he was giving in.

Kaya nibbled on his bottom lip and then planted a trail of teasing puppy kisses all over his face and chest, "I heard you when you said you wanted normal and I'll prove to you that I'm serious. I've decided that I want to go on a date... outside" she purred putting her arms around his waist.

Keith gushed, his straight smile revealed his dimples, as he held his wife and rubbed her back, "What?! Are you serious? We've never done that" he said with excitement.

Kaya blushed, "I know but I want you to be happy, you've been so patient. I promise that I'll try to get enough courage to go out with you, not today though but soon" she whispered.

Keith's fist pumped the air, he was ecstatic, "don't play with me, sweetheart! I'm so happy. You really do love me" he happily picked her uplifting her feet up off the ground.

Kaya nodded, "yes silly" she laughed but then quickly slapped him across the face.

Keith looked shocked as he put her down, "oww what the hell?" he asked rubbing his stinging face.

Kaya sashayed away from him, her curvaceous hips moving side to side, "that's for thinking it was okay to have dinner with someone named Esme" she said snapping her fingers.

Keith chuckled, "I'm a married man honey, Esme is just a friend I promise. It's company policy that the boss takes one of his employees out to dinner every month to talk and simply get to know them" he explained.

Kaya pursed her lip squinting at him, "mmmmhmmm well next time I'm coming to, it's important that I know who my husband's friends are" she replied.

Keith ran up behind her, pressing his hard midsection into the pillow like crease of her behind while nibbling on her ear, "It's kind of sexy when you talk to me like that" he groaned slipping his hand under her shirt.

Kaya shrugged scooting away from his advances, "I'm actually going out today" she hinted.

Keith looked up from his coffee eyeing her with mild curiosity,"Yeah where?" he asked.

"I have to do the homework thing the therapist asked me to do. I found the perfect hobby and it's not far" she explained.

Keith put on his tie, "I'm so proud of you baby" he said supportively.

Kaya cleared her throat, "Yes I'm taking an art class at the local community center" she informed.

Keith smacked her bottom enjoying it bounce as she walked by, "Whatever makes you feel sexy you have permission to do" he said lifting his hands.

Kaya rolled her eyes but snuck a kiss from him, "I trust you. I know that you and Esme have nothing going on. I'm sorry for accusing you" she apologized, "just make sure you watch her though" she said worriedly biting her lips.

Kaya smiled reaching for her husband's hand", Are we okay now?" she asked, "did we make up?" she asked checking to make sure Keith was really going to let it go.

Keith shook his head no, sweeping her up in one full motion into his arms, "maybe but let's both promise to try to make this marriage work" he said kissing her.

Kaya put her arms around his neck pulling him in, feeling his familiar and friendly embrace, "talk to your side chick and we won't have any problems" she joked.

Keith raised an eyebrow, "did I tell you how incredibly sexy you are when you are jealous?" he grinned mischievously.

Kaya swatted him playfully giggling as he held her, "go to work or you're going to be late" she scolded.

Keith swayed, weak under her soft embrace as he kissed her, "I'm the boss, I make the time so I'm never late" he whispered seductively in her ear, reaching for the thin material of her robe.

Kaya sidestepped him, "I'm serious you have to go" she winked.

Keith huffed sexually frustrated, he mumbled under his breath, "I have to cum too".

Keith stepped into his office, reading over the long day's agenda and scoreboards, assessing levels of productions and other statistical charts. He was so deep into his work that he didn't even hear Esme's light footsteps stroll in.

A dainty hand rubbed his shoulder, "Shit!" Keith cursed jumping up startled as he found himself peering into the crystal ice green eyes of his employee.

Keith reclined his chair back giving himself space as Esme leaned over him, looking at his work, "did you finish the charts?" she asked innocently.

Keith cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, "sit down Ms. Toronto and close my door please" he said sternly gesturing to the seat across his desk...

Esme smiled and took a seat, politely crossed her legs. Her nude color dressed left nothing to the imagination and her slit shot up her legs revealing her milky peach thighs. Her hair was straightened today and you could tell she had put a lot of effort to look this breathtaking.

Keith put his hands together, frowning. He hated having these types of conversations but it was necessary, "Ms. Toronto I'm sorry to say this, but your behavior has been completely inappropriate. Don't think I didn't hear your sly comment the other day during lunch. I am a married man and more importantly your boss, I have no interest in you and will not entertain this behavior. Our friendship is not a justification for inappropriate advances towards me if this happens again you will be fired" he said firmly, his voice boomed with assertiveness and seriousness.

Esme swept her hair off her shoulder and shrugged, "You invited me to lunch, you asked to be my friend, you confided in me, and here I am in your office by your request. I'm not sure what it is you want for me. I come to work on time, I do what you asked me to, and I speak when I'm spoken to. I apologize for the simple fact, that you have mistaken my kindness for flirtation" she said softly.

Keith rubbed his forehead closing his eyes as a pounding headache coming on, "I'm not going to lie I've been stress so maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion regardless this is your only warning. Please take your things and work downstairs today" he sighed.

He led Esme politely out the door. Her hips swayed dangerously close to his body as he walked her out. Keith put his hand above her head to open the door, "You should focus on your work, you have a great opportunity to do better" he coughed clearing his throat.

Esme nodded tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at him, "I haven't done anything wrong. I'm not sure why I'm being talked to like this" she sniffled.

Keith felt bad. He hated to see a woman cry, especially when he knew she really didn't mean any harm. He handed her a tissue and she hugged him quickly before walking out.

Keith stood frozen, confused and unsure of what to do but before he could respond she had slipped off.

Keith rested his chin on his knuckle as he thought hard about the situation. The truth was he didn't have a problem with Esme until his wife did. Esme had always been kind and very friendly and it never occurred to him that she might fancy him.

A sneaky thought slipped into his mind but it quickly fled, "but did he fancy her too?"

He chuckled shaking the thought away, it was such a crazy idea right?....right? Somehow her soft glowing essence lingered in the room like her floral perform on the collar of his shirt.

"I love my wife," Keith told himself as he buried himself in paperwork.

Kaya held onto the wall like a tense cat on all fours as she slipped silently into the classroom. It was her first day of art class at the community center and she was having a hard time moving her feet. She hated when people made eye contact with her and she hated talking to strangers.

Her heart raced as she surveyed the small class of fifteen students. The art room looked like a modern upscale studio. There were easels set up in a long circular aisle with paintings and drawing hanging above the cylinder-shaped roof. The bright pink colored walls were painted with watercolors and splashes of ink, as music blared from the main speakers.

Flowers hung in misty containers near the side entrances and the floors were made of speckled black marble.

Kaya pulled her shirt over her head and crouched down in a corner to avoid the curious glances.

A tall young skinny white man with blue overalls, blonde short hair, and paint all over his hands clapped to grab everyone's attention, "I am the instructor for this Life Art Class, Welcome fellow art lovers!" he smiled, his voice booming.

He strolled around the room passing out paintbrushes, "This class isn't just about making beautiful art, it's about creating masterpieces inside of yourself. Art should make you feel brave, it should push to your limits until you find you are limitless. It should encourage bravery and beauty because it's about capturing the feeling of your life. By the end of this class, I hope you create and cherish the beauty inside of yourself when the world makes you feel ugly; that is art" he ended his speech with a bow.

A few slow drawn out claps could be heard from the dry corners of the earth as feet shuffled impatiently and someone sneezed.

His motivational words had touched Kaya's heart. It moved her and inspired her, even if she was the only one listening. She took a deep breath trembling as she grabbed a white canvas and her art supplies.

The instructor continued to speak, "My name is Ben and this week we will start with an art assignment. I will call a few of you up here" he said pointing to a small stage in the middle of the room "and I want you to show us something ugly, something tattered, or something damaged and use. The rest of you will make art from it, whether that involves sketching, drawing, coloring or painting just show us a different perception" he said.

Ben spun around the class with his eyes closed and his fingers pointed, "you!" he said randomly picking someone.

His finger landed on a fat middle-aged man, who was more than happy to take center stage. Kaya watched as the man grabbed a trashcan that was resting nearby and threw the trash all over the stage.

The class clapped and whistled as he explained, "this is ugly, it has broken pencils, ripped papers and food wrappers" he shrugged taking a seat.

Ben laughed his eyes lighting up, "perfect that's what I'm looking for" he turned to the class, "now with your paper and materials make art!" he said enthusiastically.

Kaya scratched her head, to her trash was trash but she tried to be creative. Time scribbled away like the shading of her drawings, as she focused. She found art class to be relaxing and kind of fun.

Ben screamed, "You!" he pointed to Kaya.

Kaya was so immersed in her drawings that she didn't hear him the first time or notice the patient but eager faces staring at her, "Oh no I can't" she stuttered oozing down into her seat, melting with nervousness.

Ben gently took her hand tugging her gently toward the stage, "yes you can" he encouraged.

Kaya thought of her marriage and how she didn't want to live in fear anymore. Her legs wobbled as she looked down shaking.

Ben nudged her, "remember something broken, something damaged, something vulnerable" he whispered.

The tears burned even before they fell down her eyes, she took a deep breath and unbuttoned her shirt. The class gasped as she slowly and bravely continued to undress.

Her hands trembled like quivers as she slowly slid her panties to the floor and unclipped her bra. Kaya threw her shoes to the side and pulled her hair into a ponytail to show the angles of her beautiful face.

She was stark naked in front everyone. A cool breeze ripened her body"something broken, something damaged and something vulnerable" she repeated loudly, as she slowly raised her head and met everyone's eyes.

She put her hand's outs extending them like grace on the currents of water. Her dark warm coffee eyes blazed as she exposed herself like an inside-out sweater.

Ben pursed his lips and put his hands together moved by this remarkable woman, "wow" he said his voice cracking with emotions.

The class clapped, then began one by one to stand up. They cheered and whistles creating an uproar of appraisal.

Kaya laughed until tears brimmed over, she shyly put her fingers over her the rough pointed diamonds of her stiff nipples. She stood bare, raw and unfiltered in her dark skin.

Ben cheered, "guys I hope you make a masterpiece with this one".

Kaya smiled confidently turning around slowly.

Something strong surged through her, like a new woman she found power. She felt unstoppable,

sexual

candid

bare.

woke.

Her eyes pierced and smoldered as she strutted around the stage posing with her head held up proudly. Right now she didn't give a fuck what anyone said, she had found a new high, a dangerous and alluring new addiction.

She had studied the eyes of the men in the class, they seemed small and fearful under her gaze. She loved how their approving stares and envious hunger made her a tortured desire; something they could see but not touch. She had never been on the other side of fear until now.

Ben gave her a robe as he took her hand and helped her down from the stage. He whispered in her ear, "you are so exquisite. You have the face and body of a goddess" he slipped a small paper card into her hand, "call this number if you want to explore your passions" he winked.

Kaya looked down at the card and her heart fluttered with excitement.

Kaya ran home nearly tackling her husband, "baby art class was amazing!" she giggled drawing him into her mouth.

Keith smiled he had never seen her this way before, "yes let's celebrate. What did you draw a bunny? A dish full of fruits? Stick figures?" he asked trying to guess.

Kaya bit her lips nervously, "you have to be open and supportive" she warned.

Keith rolled his eyes, playing with her hair as he waited, "of course just tell me!" he said impatiently.

Kaya slipped the business card into Keith's hand waiting anxiously for him to read it.

Keith looked down in disbelief, he crumbled the card immediately, "fuck no! My wife is not going to be a nude model. Now you are really trying me! You must be out your damn mind!" he yelled walking into the bedroom disgusted.

Kaya ran behind him, her bubble of happiness burst, "please! it makes me feel better!" she explained.

Keith slammed down his fist, "I'm supposed to make you feel better! I'm not having my wife turn into a porn star. How do you go from being afraid to touch my body to exposing yours?!" he yelled until the veins on his forehead popped.

"It's art and I like it" Kaya argued stubbornly.

Keith put up a hand calling an end to the argument as he grabbed his car keys, "I'm going to the gym but when I come back I want my wife back" he snapped.

Kaya snarled angrily, she picked up a pillow and threw it at him, "you want me to be fucking normal, and then fuck you like the lady of the night, but I have to act like St. Mary all other times. The guys in my art class appreciate my naked body" she sobbed.

Keith turned around quickly almost hitting the door on his way out. He blinked in shock as if he had heard Kaya incorrectly, "WHHHHHAT?! You have me fucked up?!" he cursed.

It was going to be a long night...

(Updates Weekly)
Author's note: If you've read this far then you deserve this little spoiler. There's about to be drama, scandal and crazy buck wild-ness like you've never read before. Bombs are going to drop, game changers and of course some more lol moments. So sit tight, read, vote listen to the music above and please comment <3<3