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Maybe that’s what I needed.

One fucking night.

Drinks.

Music.

Put on something that didn’t have spit-up on it.

Dance.

Feel cute.

Feel grown.

Feel like Samantha.

Not Mommy.

Not Nurse.

Not Mrs. Xavier Lawless.

Just me.

And if some fine-ass stranger looked at me like he wanted to fuck me?

Well.

I wasn’t saying I was gonna do anything.

But shit.

At this point, being wanted by a stranger sounded a whole lot better than getting rejected by my own fucking husband.

I put my phone down and turned the shower on.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

5

XAVIER & HEATHER

XAVIER

Ileft the house early as fuck Friday morning.

For two reasons.

One, Sam was pissed at me.

I knew she was pissed even though she ain’t say much before I left. She had tried to give me head last night and I pushed her hand away talking about I was tired.

Which I was.

I had fucked Avery earlier that day, worked a whole shift afterward and by the time Sam came home at damn near midnight, my body was done.

Couldn’t exactly tell my wife that though.