his first lady. There was no way in hell that she wanted such a responsibility. She believed in God, but being the head of a church was a whole other level. And she didn’t want to settle, because ever since she was a little girl sheknew exactly what she wanted in a man: wealth, power, a ruler of men, Super Man … Obama’esque. A real man, who, when she strolled her size-fourteen hips down the street with him on her arm, every bitch in her path hated and salivated because they weren’t Dominique, the baddest bitch of them all.
Dominique knew that sluts may have had more fun, but meek and mild women always won, because men chose them to be their wives, to have their babies, and to stay by their sides. So she placed herself in a position to quietly be noticed. She moved from Louisiana to Hollywood, where she became a real estate agent. Worked her way up the ranks until she finally landed the right client—the Chief Investment Officer of Anderson Global.
She’d sold him his house and on the day of his closing he asked her on a date. She accepted and six months later they were married. Finally her fantasy had come true; she rubbed elbows with the stars, befriended all the Hollywood wives, and quickly became pregnant; striking gold the first go-round: twin boys.
She had only one problem: Quinton’s affairs.
He’d gone from late nights, to overnights, to two and three nights out of the house. He treated her as if she were at the top of his shit list and he barely interacted with their now four-year-old twins.
Dominique knew that the only thing left for Quinton to do was pack his shit and never come back again … but there was no way she could let that happen. Not when she’d wasted the last five years of her life loving this man; and she’d done everything to keep him, from searching through his things, to hooking up a surveillance camera to see what he was doing when she wasn’t around. She was desperate for anything she could find that would give her a clue of what she needed to do to get her husband back where she needed him to be.
Dominique heard Quinton’s keys jingling in the front door and she quickly mashed her cigarette in the ashtray, stood in front of the mirror, and ran her hands along the sides of herwhite lace negligee. She hoped Quinton would find it appealing, since in the last year he hadn’t touched her much.
She heard his footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door. She hurried and lay across the center of their oval king-size bed.
Once Quinton entered the room Dominique pushed thoughts of where he’d been out of her mind and pressed forward. “Quinton.” She did her best to give him a full smile. “I’ve been waiting for you, baby.”
Quinton stared at her lying across the bed and she could tell by the look in his eyes that she drained him. “I’ve had a long day.” He sighed.
“I know, baby.” She forced herself to smile, her eyes tracing the redness of his neck. She wanted to ask him what had happened, but she didn’t want to give him any excuse to turn away. “And it’s okay,” she rose from the bed, “because I know exactly what’ll make you feel better.” She walked over to him and began kissing him. “I just want you to know that I love you so much. And no matter what, I will always love you.” She placed her hand on his crotch and began to rub his dick through his pants.
“Not tonight, Dominique.”
She ignored him and led him by the hand to the bed. Though he was obviously reluctant, he allowed her to undress him.
“Quinton,” Dominique whispered in his ear as they now lay on the bed and she straddled his lap, “I just want us to work this out … please.”
He looked at Dominique and she knew he was turned off. Tears of desperation streamed down her face. She felt like she was having sex alone. Quinton’s hands were folded behind his neck, as he watched her bounce up and down on his dick.
Dominique placed his hands around her waist and they
Dominique knew that sluts may have had more fun, but meek and mild women always won, because men chose them to be their wives, to have their babies, and to stay by their sides. So she placed herself in a position to quietly be noticed. She moved from Louisiana to Hollywood, where she became a real estate agent. Worked her way up the ranks until she finally landed the right client—the Chief Investment Officer of Anderson Global.
She’d sold him his house and on the day of his closing he asked her on a date. She accepted and six months later they were married. Finally her fantasy had come true; she rubbed elbows with the stars, befriended all the Hollywood wives, and quickly became pregnant; striking gold the first go-round: twin boys.
She had only one problem: Quinton’s affairs.
He’d gone from late nights, to overnights, to two and three nights out of the house. He treated her as if she were at the top of his shit list and he barely interacted with their now four-year-old twins.
Dominique knew that the only thing left for Quinton to do was pack his shit and never come back again … but there was no way she could let that happen. Not when she’d wasted the last five years of her life loving this man; and she’d done everything to keep him, from searching through his things, to hooking up a surveillance camera to see what he was doing when she wasn’t around. She was desperate for anything she could find that would give her a clue of what she needed to do to get her husband back where she needed him to be.
Dominique heard Quinton’s keys jingling in the front door and she quickly mashed her cigarette in the ashtray, stood in front of the mirror, and ran her hands along the sides of herwhite lace negligee. She hoped Quinton would find it appealing, since in the last year he hadn’t touched her much.
She heard his footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door. She hurried and lay across the center of their oval king-size bed.
Once Quinton entered the room Dominique pushed thoughts of where he’d been out of her mind and pressed forward. “Quinton.” She did her best to give him a full smile. “I’ve been waiting for you, baby.”
Quinton stared at her lying across the bed and she could tell by the look in his eyes that she drained him. “I’ve had a long day.” He sighed.
“I know, baby.” She forced herself to smile, her eyes tracing the redness of his neck. She wanted to ask him what had happened, but she didn’t want to give him any excuse to turn away. “And it’s okay,” she rose from the bed, “because I know exactly what’ll make you feel better.” She walked over to him and began kissing him. “I just want you to know that I love you so much. And no matter what, I will always love you.” She placed her hand on his crotch and began to rub his dick through his pants.
“Not tonight, Dominique.”
She ignored him and led him by the hand to the bed. Though he was obviously reluctant, he allowed her to undress him.
“Quinton,” Dominique whispered in his ear as they now lay on the bed and she straddled his lap, “I just want us to work this out … please.”
He looked at Dominique and she knew he was turned off. Tears of desperation streamed down her face. She felt like she was having sex alone. Quinton’s hands were folded behind his neck, as he watched her bounce up and down on his dick.
Dominique placed his hands around her waist and they
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