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Samara leveled a stony gaze at Tamika, taking in the Sienna complexion,
expensive weave, even more expensive clothes, and the polished air she tried to
affect. Unfortunately, the woman was more hood than Samara could remember
when she first ran into her at Darek’s office a week ago. Ran into her might
be a stretch, since the woman was under the desk giving Darek … lip service.
He didn’t bother to halt the woman’s actions until he had reached his climax.
Samara yawned, took a seat on one of the leather wingback chairs across from his
smoke glass desk, crossed one leg over the other, waiting with bored resignation.
Darek always did have a fascination with dark meat, and the more reminiscent
they were of a street upbringing, the better.
Tamika finished, wiped her mouth the back of her hand.
“At least she swallows,” Samara quipped, with a low, throaty chuckle.
“You’re moving up in the world.”
“I’ll see you after the meeting tonight,” Darek said to Tamika as she hurried
from the room, but not without giving Samara a pointed look first. A “knowing
look” that spoke to the fact that she was someone that the wife should become
used to dealing with. No worries on Samara’s end. As long as Darek was dipping
his spoon in someone else’s bowl, the less likely he would be trying to grace
the inner sanctuary of her bedroom. She’d done her time on her back. Kept her
end of the bargain. Six children, even though Darek tried to demand one more.
He surely wanted a boy child. Pity. Unfortunately, no amount of millions he
slid into her account would make her spread them for him again. Girls ruled the
world, right?
“Rhena’s on a plane to Washington. Let’s talk about that divorce,” Samara
said, and Darek’s face darkened an ugly shade of red.
“Let’s not. She isn’t eighteen, hasn’t reached the age of majority,” he said
with an ear-splitting grin. “You know what the agreement was.”
Samara’s smile was as wide as a kid getting that first glass of Kool-Aid.
“Yes, I certainly remember that infamous agreement.” Samara reached into her
tote and pulled out a copy of the prenup and slammed it on his desk. “I wrote that
in myself. All of my daughters are aware of this agreement. Why do you think
Rhena took accelerated classes? She’s the one pushing for me to end things ever
since I gave all of them the truth about us.”
Darek dropped down in the executive chair behind his desk.
“Our marriage affected the children. You’d know that if you weren’t so
pissed that none of them were boys.” Then she grinned. “Well, five girls and
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