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The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.
Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.
That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.
One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in Continue reading “Cheating Wife: The Neighbor’s Secret”
