There had been many times after a rendezvous where he felt empty and alone. However, he never felt that emptiness with Eden. Though he felt like he had the whole package with her, the nagging voice in his head constantly told him that she wasn’t enough. Since seeing a therapist, that voice had silenced. He felt less burdened and now he could genuinely appreciate the woman that he married. Creeping behind her, Jermaine wrapped his muscular arms around Eden’s waist.

Eden screamed.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?”

She asked as she gripped her chest.

“I’ve been standing here for ten minutes just admiring you. You got in here smelling good. What are you cooking?” Jermaine asked as he bit her ear.

Eden sent up a quick prayer, “God thank you for talking me out of putting this Thallium in this food. I was so determined to do his ass in that I didn’t even know he was home. I would’ve been caught. Thank you, God!” She thought as she patted the vile in her left pocket.

“I’m doing pot roast and roasted vegetables. Do you want a plate?” Eden asked as she tasted the well-seasoned gravy.

After all these years, it was still an adjustment eating meat in front of her after having her believe that he didn’t consume it. Though he had practiced a vegetarian lifestyle while in college, it had nothing to do with the last supper he shared with his mother.

It was simply a personal preference and the fact that he had the ability to make his wife do something that she didn’t need to do. His therapist pointed out that he was manipulative, because he was intentionally taking advantage of a person that was willing to give freely of themselves. Eden had been the best type of woman, and his selfishness nearly made him lose her.

“I want something to eat, but what I want isn’t in that Crock Pot,” Jermaine moaned seductively as he pulled Eden’s legging’s down in one swift motion.

In the few months that they’d been back together, sex had become a rare act between them. They went from having sex daily to hardly ever. Jermaine could understand why, but he had to admit that he wanted his wife now more than ever. There was something about this domestic side of her that always brought out the savage in him.

The sound of his ringing phone halted the feast before he could even get started.

“What are you doing?” Eden asked as she stood with her leggings bunched at her ankles.

“Give me five minutes babe. I’m sorry. I’m waiting on a call from Harold Jayroe.”

“Oh my God, really? The new Public Relations Officer?”