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“Thank you.”

She walked toward the windows.

I watched her.

This was supposed to feel better.

That was the fucked-up part.

When I first found out what Xay had done to me seven years ago, I wanted to tear apart everything that mattered to him without the nigga even realizing why.

And Samantha?

Samantha mattered.

Probably more than anything.

That loyal wife he thought would never leave.

His sweet girl.

So I fucked with her.

Then I fucked her.

Mission accomplished.

Except somewhere along the way, Samantha stopped feeling like part of the fucking mission.

Now Xay’s marriage was destroyed.

He was sleeping in my house.

His sister-in-law and cousin wanted nothing to do with him.

His wife had put his ass out.

I should’ve been enjoying every second of it.

Instead, I was standing in a hotel room wondering if Sam had eaten today.

That irritated the fuck out of me.

She turned around.

“Why you looking like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking too hard.”

“Maybe I am.”

“About?”

I looked at her.

You.