ISABELLA

      It was early Saturday afternoon and I was lounging on the balcony revising the first draft to my personal narrative essay when the doorbell rang. A frown formed on my face seeing as Omari [and I] didn't get uninvited visitors. Whoever it was must have frequented this apartment often to have been allowed access to our floor. I stood from my seat and placed the hard copy of my paper back in its portfolio before heading inside the apartment and making my way for the front door.

      Whoever was at the door was really taking advantage of the door bell. It was to the point that I was tempted to snap when I opened the door. Luckily for them my upbringing didn't allow for such things.

      "I'm coming!" I exclaimed as I got to the door and stood on the tip of my toes to glance out of the peep hole only to frown when I didn't see anyone. Apprehension filled me but I answered the door anyway. "Can I help you?"

      Standing in front of me was an attractive woman dressed in a tan form fitting tunic she'd layered over a pair of tight skinny jeans with a pair of Gucci sandals on her feet. A Gucci bag was hanging on her wrist and she looked me up and down before pulling off her sunglasses and flinging her hair over her shoulder. "Actually you can," she replied before pushing me out of the way and walking through the apartment with familiarity.

      "Excuse you," I snapped at her forwardness. Obviously she wasn't here for me because I didn't know her from hole in the wall but whatever problem she may have had with my husband had nothing to do with me...or it better not have.

TERRI

      I took in Omari's wife and had to admit she was pretty, but she didn't have anything on me. There were so many questions running through my mind but the main one was where did she come from? Obviously if they'd been dating it had to be during the same time Omari was with me because as much as I ran through this apartment I'd had yet to see neither hide nor hair of this woman.

      "No, excuse you," I corrected her. "You're the one who stepped in on my territory."

      "What?" she asked curiously.

      I rolled my eyes at her stupidity before saying, "Omari was mine. I was with that man for damn near a year and here your ass comes and takes all that away? I'm not giving up on him that easily."

      She looked at me before standing up and saying, "I think you should leave."

      "I didn't ask you what you thought. I'm just here to give you warning. Omari is who I want and I'm going to get him. You can either give him up or watch him get taken," I replied.

ISABELLA

      I listened to this girl spew her shit and had to admit that at first I felt badly because I did kind of creep under her and take her man but the fact of the matter was that she had dealt with Omari, not me. If she had as much of his heart as she liked to believe then he would have fought his father harder and not married me. Unfortunately for her, I had grown to care for Omari and if she thought I was going to take her threats lying down she had another thing coming.

      "That's all well and good sweetie but if your game was as tight as you claim it to be then I wouldn't have gotten the ring. Now please leave. I don't want to have to call security," I warned her. She stood and sneered at me before stomping past me and out the door.

      An hour later Omari came back and was calling out for me. I stopped re-reading my paper and headed back inside and in the kitchen where I knew he'd be since he had promised to bring back lunch. He was pulling the circular aluminum take out boxes from a bag as I sat down at one of the stools against the island before bringing up my early morning visitor.

      "So a friend of yours stopped by while you were out," I started lightly after saying grace and starting in on my pepper steak.

      "Who?" he asked curiously.

      "A, somewhat angry, woman by the name of Terri," I started and he chocked a bit on his rice before looking up at me with a guilty look. "Are you all right?"

      "I'm fine," he replied after drinking a glass of water.

      "I'm guessing she's your ex?" I asked him.

      "How did you-"

      "I'm an only child Omari and I don't share very well," I interrupted him.

      "It's like that?" he asked with a smirk.

      "It's like that," I confirmed with a wink before grabbing my food and heading back outside.

TERRI

      "So he's married?" my best friend Asia asked me.

      "Yup," I nodded as I grabbed my latte off the counter.

      "And you stopped by his house to confront her?"

      "More like make her aware," I corrected.

      Asia laughed before saying, "You're a bold bitch."

      I sobered up a bit and said, "She was beautiful though, I have to give Omari credit for that."

      "Well I know talking you out of this craziness isn't going to work so just be careful," she warned me before leading me out of the Coffee Bean.

KATIE

      April and I were on the second floor of the library waiting for Isabella to join us so we could start studying for the upcoming accounting exam when Shawn walked over to the table and sat down on a free seat. "So what's good with your girl?"

      "Who Isabella?" I asked.

      "Yeah," he replied.

      "You really need to let that go," April replied with a roll of her eyes as she took a sip of her cookies and cream shake.

      "April," I snapped.

      It wasn't as if I was told to keep Isabella's business on the low but it was the fact that it was her business and therefore her place to tell Shawn. She told him she had a man so, in my opinion, he should have just backed off.

      "What?" she asked as if she didn't know what was up. "It's not like she told us it was a big secret."

      "What's not a secret?" a female voice asked and we all looked over to see Isabella walking over in a simple green stripped tank top, a pair of denim shorts, and a pair of comfortable looking flats on her feet.

      "That you're married," April jumped in with a satisfied smirk on her face.

      "Oh," she replied with a shrug as she took an empty seat and began to pull out her notebook.

      "You're married?" Shawn asked in shock.

      "Yes," she replied slowly with a frown. "Why?"

      "Why didn't you tell me you were married?" Shawn asked accusatorily.

      "Because I don't owe you anything," Isabella added. "You were trying to run some game and I told you I had a man. That should have been enough."

      Shawn looked as if he wanted to add something but instead just stood and left. Isabella just shook her head as she flipped her notebook open and pulled index cards out from a holder in the front of her notebook. "Are we ready?"

      April nodded and I just opened my own notebook and got to business.

OMARI

      "When's your birthday?" Isabella asked me as she played in my hair.

      "November 12th," I answered before asking her the same question.

      "My birthday's December 27th," she answered as her fingers massaged my scalp. "So what do you want for your birthday?"

      I sat back and tried to think about what I would want her to get me for my birthday and came up empty. There wasn't much that I wanted and didn't have, or couldn't get myself, so it was hard trying to find something for her to give to me.

      "I'm good," I replied with a shrug.

      She stopped her fingers from gently scratching my scalp to say, "Now you know good and well I can't not give you something."

      "I'm sure I'll love whatever it is you give me," I told her ending the discussion.

ISABELLA

      "So what are you doing this break?" Katie asked me as we made our way to her dorm room. She'd forgotten her statistics textbook by her laptop and I'd offered to accompany her to get it.

      "I don't even know," I replied with a shrug. "Omari and I hadn't exactly discussed if we were going to spend it with our family or just relax together."

      "Omari?" she asked as she unlocked her door.

      "My husband," I clarified as I glanced down at my watch.

      "When do I get to meet this elusive husband of yours?" she asked. I frowned lightly and shrugged before asking her what she had planned for the holiday. "I'm flying back home and doing the whole family thing. I'm looking forward to it though because I miss my mom's home cooked meals."

      Just as we were leaving her apartment my cell phone started to vibrate, I had long since deactivated the personal ringer, and glanced at the caller id before smiling when I saw the words flashing on the display icon. I hit the answer button before politely saying, "Isabella Deveraux speaking."

      "Hello Mrs. Deveraux. This is Olivia Blaine from the Olive Branch. My associate Charlene Brown spoke to me about the proposal you'd made earlier this week," the woman continued.

      Omari's birthday was rapidly arriving and I had been going through the motions of trying to pick out the perfect gift for him. After much deliberation I figured that just going out and purchasing something overly extravagant wouldn't be enough. He could get any watch or exclusive pair of sneakers he wanted with the right call. No, what I wanted was to give him something priceless. After talking to a couple of his friends and doing an online survey through a couple of random people I met on Facebook, I decided to fulfill a fantasy.

      Through Dreux and Jarell I found out that Omari frequented strip clubs quite a bit. How we got to that subject I have no idea but I decided that if watching a sexy, unattainable, woman dance and tease him for four minute intervals was arousing for Omari then I'd do my best to be that woman for him. It was about three weeks ago when I first entered the Olive Branch. I'd found a napkin with the club's insignia on Omari's and my dresser (I'd moved into the master bedroom shortly after becoming intimate with him) and decided to stop by. The Olive Branch was located just off of Miami Beach and was one of the nicer gentlemen's club the city had to offer. After a quick discussion with Charlene Brown, the manager of the club, I'd rented out a private room for a couple of hours and paid one of the ladies to teach me the tricks of the trade.

      After a couple of weeks of instruction with Cherie "Cherry" Washington and help from Sheila Kelly's S Factor, I was confident enough to actually put my plan in motion. I called Dreux, whom I've become close to, and told him that I thought that Omari would enjoy a 'Guys Night'. The two of us talked and I explained to him that I was going to prepare a special dinner for Omari that night but after that it was up to him and the boys to show Omari a good time. A few well placed words and insinuations promised me that they'd be at Olivia's for at least a portion of the evening and now I was just waiting for Olivia to give me the go on performing that night.

      "Okay, so will I be able to do what I'd planned?" I asked her.

      "Yes. You're in luck because the Masquerade room has been reserved for your husband and his friends. Be at the club by eleven o'clock, they're set to arrive at eleven thirty. I'll have a dressing room put aside for you so you can have privacy while you get dressed," she replied.

      "Thank you so much Ms. Blaine," I told her.

      She laughed lightly and said, "It's no problem dear. Just make sure you're relaxed and comfortable up there." With that said she spoke a few pleasantries and ended the call.

OMARI

      I leaned back in the dining room chair relaxed and stuffed. Izzie had prepared a full meal and everything was delicious from the Jamaican pork chops with tropical fruit salsa to the frozen brandy cream in brandy lace cups she'd prepared for dessert. Of course she'd also baked a two layer yellow cake with delicious chocolate frosting that was perfectly moist and delicious. I was full and the Chris Aire watch she'd purchased and had my name engraved on was the perfect ending to our private celebration of my birthday. All I had left to do was lay around and just enjoy the rest of my night.

Dreux

      "You ready for tonight?" I asked Omari as I walked into the apartment he shared with his wife Isabella.

      Isabella was in the kitchen dressed comfortably in a pair of low riding denim cropped jeans, a white ribbed tunic, and a pair of loafers. She waved at me as she washed the dishes.

      "How are you sweetie?" I asked her as Omari stood from his seat.

      "I'm good and you?" she asked as she cut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry her hands.

      "Living life to the fullest as always," I told her.

      "I hear that. Have fun you guys but don't get my baby ridiculously drunk," she replied as she made her way over and kissed Omari lightly on the lips before making her way down the hall that led to the bedrooms.

      "Yo, I love Is. She's just so chill," I replied as I led Omari out of the apartment.

      "I know. So where are we going?" Omari asked me.

      "To pick up the guys before heading to the Olive Branch."

ISABELLA

      Nervous energy filled my stomach as I slipped the black crystal studded mask over my eyes. I'd painted dark black eye shadow that had flecks of silver over my eyelids and applied crystal studded lashes to both give me a dramatic look and make my blue eyes pop. My hair had been curled and piled atop my head in a sexy, but classy, look and blood red lipstick coated my lips. Gone was the demure clothing I had worn in and in place was a blood red silk button up that had the first four buttons undone to reveal the curve of my supple breasts. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black low riding Armani pants that I'd had tailored to fit my body to perfection. A matching black blazer was over it and had a single button closure. Covering my hair was a black fedora that I had tilted to the side and a silk strip of blood red material was wrapped around the base. Simple black patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps covered my feet and I knew it was now or never.

      "They're ready for you honey!" Cherry's familiar voice called and I gave myself one last glance in the mirror before standing, my shoulders back and my head high, and leaving the room.

      I made my way to the elevator and rode it until it stopped on the third floor and made my way to the Masquerade room. As soon as I entered I heard the rowdy voices of Omari and his friends and the butterflies in my stomach went into double time. The DJ noticed me and immediately the light's went low and the spotlight shone on me as the opening sounds of Ne-Yo's Say it started to play.

      Omari and I made eye contact and I gave him a sultry look as I walked deeper into the room in time to the slow melody. I'd softly wrapped my hands around the cool metal stripper pole and swung my body around it just as the chorus started. Confidence built within me as I noticed the undivided attention I had from everyone in the room. As the second verse started I unbuttoned my jacket and let it slowly slide to the floor and swayed my body to the song and began to slowly unbutton the shirt revealing more of my supple breasts before making my way over to Omari.

      His eyes never left my body and he stared at me hungrily as I stood to the right of him and elevated my left leg high, so high that I was in a standing split, and glanced down at him with a smile as I showed off my balance and flexibility before slowly lowering it to the other side of him. I lowered my body so that I straddled him and began to slowly rotate my hips. I felt his erection grow beneath me and bit my lip as I tossed my head back, sending the fedora flying as Ne-Yo sang the chorus again and Omari gripped my hips. Omari's hands rose slowly up my hips and the side of my chest before resting at my shoulder and pushing the silk shirt over my shoulders. I leaned down and stared him in the eye. It didn't take much to notice the arousal, shock, and recognition in his eyes as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down for a forceful kiss.

      "Yo O!" Dreux jumped in after a moment of shocked silence between friends.

      Omari didn't even respond to them as he gripped my hair and pulled my head back as he attacked my neck. I stifled a moan as I allowed him to ravish my body in front of his confused friends.

      "Nigga you need to chill!" Jarell jumped in after a moment and I vaguely felt thankful that they wouldn't just let him cheat on me.

      Omari didn't bother to respond. He just stood, shrugged off his vest and placed it over my shoulders before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the club.

OMARI

      As soon as we got home I ordered for Isabella to take off my jacket and her bra. She did as I asked and pulled off each article of clothing.

      "Take off that mask and those pants," I ordered as I leaned against the door and turned off my cell, which had been ringing off the hook since I'd left the club with Isabella.

      When I realized that the woman dancing on that pole inside of my private room was my wife all thoughts of 'no touching' went out the window. Sure, I could have gone about things a little better but Izzie was on that stage working it better than most of the other women in the club and I can't even begin to explain how badly I wanted her. I knew without a doubt that my boys would be stopping by some time tomorrow to bash me for 'cheating' on my wife. While they knew I wasn't usually one for infidelity, this was the one time I'd let them think what they wanted. I wasn't about to let them know that the woman who performed for us was my wife...that just wasn't about to happen.

      "What now?" Isabella asked me as she unpinned her hair and allowed it to flow down her back in waves.

      I didn't answer; just pushed her over to the wall and stared her in her eyes before breaking contact and slowly making my way down her body. Her breath hitched as I breathed heavily on her hardened nipples; I moved lower, not giving her the attention she craved. I barely stopped at her navel, pausing a bit to swirl my tongue over the area around her innie belly button, before going lower. I wrapped my right hand around the delicate lace of the black low cut La Perla thong she'd worn and ripped the material off her hips with one strong tug. She gasped in surprise and I fought off a smirk as I wrapped my arms under her legs and around her thighs, spread her open and lifted her while I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clitoris.

      She gasped and immediately her hands went to my hair as she leaned her back against the wall for support. Her legs tightened around my neck and she began to grind against my mouth as she moaned loudly. I stiffened my tongue and slid it inside her core. She shivered and screamed out my name as she used her hands to push me closer and force my tongue deeper inside her.

      "Oh-Oh shit. Oma..ri! I'm ab-bo-bout to cum!" she exclaimed as I returned my attention to her clit and began to suck it.

      Her legs locked even tighter around me and her body convulsed as she climaxed, her juices coating my face. I gently placed her back on the floor and gripped her waist to support her before leading her over to the couch. She leaned haphazardly against the side and tried to regain her breath, and strength, as I headed to my bedroom. I stopped by the bathroom to wash my mouth out and clean my face before grabbing a condom from the inside of my night stand. Isabella was in the same position I left her in when I got back to the living room. She must have heard me come in before her head snapped in my direction and I couldn't help but feel satisfied when I noticed the glassy, almost 'high' look to her eyes.

ISABELLA

      I took deep, calming, breaths as I tried to get myself together and get over the aftershocks of the orgasm I'd just had. No sooner had I gotten a semblance of control did Omari order me to lay across the arm rest on my stomach and brace myself. I did as I was told and waited in anticipation to find out just what Omari was going to do to me. Just as I was going to turn around and see what was taking him so long Omari wrapped his hand around the ends of my hair and pulled slightly as he pushed down on my lower back. My back arched to ease the pain of him pulling my hair, which pushed my ass out more.

      He gripped my hips with one hand before leaning into my ear and saying, "I'm going to tear this pussy up."

      I couldn't stop the shiver that caressed my spine at that moment. His voice was deeper than I'd ever heard it and it didn't take a genius to know that he had every intention of making good on his threat. Before I had a chance to brace myself or fully comprehend what was about to go down, Omari thrust into me in one hard movement and I screamed lightly in, both, pain and pleasure at the intrusion.

      "That's right. Scream for daddy," he replied in that same tone before swirling his hips in figure eights.

      I bit my lower lip to keep from making too much noise and Omari grunted before saying, "Why you gotta be difficult baby? You trying to test daddy?"

      "Huh?" I hissed as I took a gasping breath.

      "Now you want to talk?" he asked in amusement before re-angling his hips and slamming back in.

      I reached my hands out for the cushions of the couch and gripped the leather tightly as I threw my hips back and began to grind against Omari. He grunted and said, "That's right baby. Show me you love my dick."

      His dirty words turned me on to no end. I never thought I'd be into this type of sex but damn it if he didn't know what he was doing.

      "Fuck!" I screamed as he hit my left wall repeatedly.

      He chuckled before pulling my hair a little more and leaning towards my ear as he ground his hips against my ass, the head of his dick pressing against my g-spot. It was like electricity was going through my veins and thousands of mini orgasms went through me. At the moment, I couldn't tell you who I was let alone what Omari was asking me but his ass was persistent. After not getting a response from me he released his hand from around my waist and leaned back enough to release pressure from my g-spot so that he could slap my ass.

      "Answer me when I fucking ask you a question!" he exclaimed before ramming back into me causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as I came hard on his dick.

OMARI

      Her already incredibly tight walls squeezed and convulsed around my shaft and I placed my hands on her shoulder to push her back harder against my thrusts as her torso dropped limply over the couch.

      "Whose pussy is this Isabella?" I asked her.

      "You-your-yours O," she stuttered as she kept coming.

      "That's right," I replied.

      "Oh..yo-you ha-ve to-to st-top!" she exclaimed in a breathless whine.

      "What? You can't take it baby? Is daddy's dick too much for you?" I taunted.

      "Fuck you!" she spat back.

      "I am, and well I might add," I replied before leaning down and biting her shoulder as I fucked her harder.

      Damn. I've never had a female react the way she did sexually. She was lying on the couch breathless and her body still in convulsions from the multiple orgasms I'd given her. Her tightly milking walls was diminishing my stamina and I knew I would come soon but I wanted to make sure Isabella knew exactly whose woman she was and that no other man could love her like I loved her, would treat her the way I do, or could bring her pleasure the way I could.

      "Shit!" I hissed as I gripped her hips tightly and came hard, filling the condom I'd slipped on earlier.

      I braced myself against the sofa and caught my breath before slowly sliding out of Isabella and heading into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. When I came back into the living room, Isabella was in the same position and I frowned for a minute thinking that I might have actually hurt her. I knelt down beside her haphazardly positioned form and pulled her hair back and called her name. Her eyes were closed and her body was fully relaxed...she'd passed out. An amused smile painted my lips and I gently lifted her from the couch and brought her into our personal bathroom. I laid her down on the sink and wet a wash cloth with warm water cleansed her quickly before placing her in our bed so that I could take a shower.