“Get out of my bed and get dressed. You need to go home to your pregnant wife. I’m sure she could use your company since she’s on bed rest with a high-risk pregnancy,” Envy said as she wiped Malcolm’s secretions from her stomach with his black shirt. She threw it on the floor as if it were trash.

Malcolm bristled at the mention of his wife. Envy saw the flash of anger, but she didn’t care. In fact, she smirked.

“No need to look so angry. I’m sure your wife knows that you’ve been giving that dick away since she can’t fulfill her wifely duties. I’m sure she won’t bat an eye at all that cum on your shirt. She’ll be too busy rubbing on that lopsided belly to even notice you. But that’s between you and her, get dressed and leave,” Envy mocked.

Her words did exactly what they were supposed to do. She had homed in on Malcolm’s heart, placed a bullseye on it, and launched her attack. Her aim was spot on, each deadly word landed like a missile disintegrating its target.

“You can be a real bitch you know that.”

“Yes, I do know that. Yet you’re still in my bed,” Envy shot back.

Situations like this is why she was normally against men coming to her place. They acted as if they didn’t understand what leave meant.

Malcolm flung the covers from his legs. His once hard erection now deflated. Grabbing his cum covered shirt, he turned it inside out to hide the proof of his indiscretion.

“How am I supposed to explain not coming home last night?”

“I don’t try to figure out other people’s problems. Lock my door when you leave. I’m going to Jermaine’s before Eden gets home. See you later,” Envy said nonchalantly, leaving her unwanted guest where he stood.

Though nothing surprised him, Malcolm couldn’t deny that her words stunned him. Jermaine made it seem like he was done with her, blocking her number and moving on with his life, but Malcolm knew that unblocking a number took no effort at all. Pulling out his phone, Malcolm sent Jermaine a text.

To: Jermaine – I thought you were done with the in-law. I didn’t mean to step on your toes. But you know how it is.

Jermaine’s eyebrow dipped in confusion as he read the message from Malcom. He ignored the message because the call he was on had his undivided attention.

“Cassidy, tell me you’re joking right fucking now?” Jermaine said quietly as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

His calmness made Cassidy shutter. She had worked with him long enough to know that his calmness highlighted the true fury brewing within him.