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Herschel didn’t deny Anthony the pleasure as Anthony rolled a condom up his dick, dropped a wad of spit in his hand, lubed
the condom, then slid his dick in Herschel’s ass.

“Here, lean over the wall and back that ass up,” Anthony said, pushing Herschel forward. “I miss you,” Anthony whispered.
“I love you,” he said, slowly grinding deep inside Herschel.

“Hold me,” Herschel said. “I need you to hold me.”

Anthony had done more than penetrate his anus. His energy resonated throughout Herschel’s entire body. Later he’d try to pop
Anthony’s cork. But for now, he enjoyed being in the moment with a person that he did love.

“I love you too,” Herschel said.

Anthony didn’t say word. He didn’t have to. Anthony stood still and held him tighter. Nikki wouldn’t have done that.

“What the hell are you two doing?” a female voice shouted. The woman ran toward them, then stood face-to-face with Herschel.
“You two faggots,” she screamed. “How could you do this? That’s good for her ass. That’s what she gets and I can’t wait to
tell her.”

Herschel knew someday he’d get caught, but he never thought she would be the one to catch him with his lover coming in his
ass. What should’ve been a special moment turned out to be a nightmare. Herschel wasn’t worried about
her
finding out. He was concerned, knowing she’d definitely tell her husband, Lexington.

C
an a man change his ways overnight?

Lexington hated to admit that Nikki was right, yet he was thankful. He wanted all of his children in his life. Sitting on
the edge of his bed, he recalled looking into his son’s eyes—eyes that mirrored his—that night they were at Café du Monde.
Lexington was proud of his son, and disappointed in himself. His son was the one who’d called him after Lexington missed the
graduation.

He couldn’t claim his son’s success after his son told him how his mother sacrificed to keep him on the right path, saying,
“My mom told me not to expect you to show up at my graduation. I wanted to prove her wrong. I sat on stage praying that you
were somewhere out there. That I’d somehow overlooked you or couldn’t see you in the back. I prayed that when I made my valedictorian
speech, acknowledging my parents, that my mother wouldn’t be the only one standing, clapping, and cheering for me. You know,
Lexington, I wouldn’t be the man I am if it weren’t for my mother. She put my needs ahead of hers. Lexington, I can’t say
that you’ve ever done that for me.”

Damn, his son had called him “Lexington,” not “Dad.”

No need to argue, his son was right. The time had come for Lexington to become more than a payroll dad, thinking money was
enough to fulfill all of his children’s needs. Money was great, but there was no substitute for a father’s love. Lexington
the second’s request to meet all of his siblings was one promise Lexington would keep. He’d contacted the mothers, glad they’d
all agreed to send him his kids for a few days.

“Baby,” Lexington said, calling out to Donna, “come here for a minute.”

Lexington accepted partial responsibility for Donna’s outrage; he acknowledged he’d driven her insane. What feelings did his
babies’ mothers harbor for him? Hate? Envy? Were they apathetic? Did his other children dislike him? Or were they like his
son, longing to have him in their lives?

“Donna,” Lexington said, then shouted, “Donna!”

She appeared in the bedroom doorway, her hands on her hips. “What?” she grunted.

“Come here,” he said, patting the mattress.

“What?” Donna asked, sitting beside him.

“Thank you for agreeing to let me have all of my kids together, here in my home,” Lexington said. “Go tell the girls to get
dressed. You get dressed too. We’re going out for the day,” Lexington stated. “I’m going to pick up my kids from the airport.
I’ll be back in an hour. Be ready to leave when I get back.”

Donna walked away quietly. What was her problem? Couldn’t she give him credit for doing the right thing? Lexington stepped
into his beige linen pants, button-up shirt, and tan leather sandals, then headed outside. Getting in the limo, Lexington
reflected on his weekend with Brian and Herschel. That shit was crazy, and damn sure ’nuff worth doing again—sooner than later.
He prayed his wife would do something more with her hair, but even if she didn’t, she would still remain his wife, because
Nikki turned down his proposals four times.

Donna was okay with him when he traveled out of town. She didn’t call or text him—unless it was something urgent about his
girls. But when he was home and left her at home, that was when she protested. If Lexington was going to make amends with
his wife, he’d have to travel more often for business
and
his sexual pleasure.

The driver parked outside of baggage claim and opened Lexington’s door. Lexington eagerly hurried inside the terminal.

“Here we are,” his son said, waving.

Lexington greeted his son. Wrapping his arms around his son’s shoulders, Lexington held him tight, professing, “I love you,
son. I apologize for missing your graduation, but I promise you, I won’t miss one of your football games and I’m going to
visit you at times just so the two of us can hang out.”

Letting go, Lexington watched tears form in his son’s eyes. “Don’t make me any promises. It’s okay you missed my graduation.
I understand you had more important things to do.”

Shaking his head, Lexington countered, “No, it’s not. It’s not okay.”

“Well, maybe you can make it when I graduate from college and go pro. I’m just thankful for this moment to hang with you.”

Lexington wanted the instant gratification and acknowledgments he wasn’t getting, and clearly didn’t deserve. Redirecting
his attention to his two daughters, Lexington gave each of them a hug. Sixteen and seventeen, they were so gorgeous. “Hello,”
they said, standing with their hands at their sides.

Damn, had he fucked up so badly that his kids didn’t know one another or him? Both of his girls stared at him.

“Give me some love. I know I haven’t been there for you, but that’s all about to change. This is your brother, Lexington the
second. Lexington, these are your sisters Alexis and Alex.”

“Well, pleased to finally meet you, Alexis and Alex,” his son sarcastically said, hugging his sisters at the same time. “I
want to get to know you guys. Will you give me your cell numbers?”

The girls laughed.

“Okay, so you’ve met already. Let’s go,” Lexington said, escorting them to the limo. “Leave your bags on the curb, the driver
will get them.”

“I’m moving to South Beach with you,” Alexis said. “This is living.”

Lexington got into the limo after his kids, and their ride to his house was hilarious. They laughed until their stomachs hurt.
He didn’t know his kids were so smart and humorous.

“Okay, no cracking jokes about my wife’s appearance,” Lexington said, leading them into the house.

“Wow, this is it!” his son said, staring around the house. “I’m going to live like this when I go pro. Can I check out your
crib, Dad?” he asked.

“Sure, son. Knock yourself out, it’s your home too.”

Alexis and Alex followed Lexington into the living room.

“Where’s your mom?” he asked Alexandria and Alexandrea.

The girls pointed behind him. “Whoa.” Lexington could not believe his eyes. The woman he’d fallen for ten years ago stood
before him looking ravishing. Donna’s makeup was flawless. Her full lips glistened like sparkling raspberries. Her hair softly
flowed over her shoulders. Her ankle-length dress, light, white, and tapered to her shapely body, made Lexington want to take
his wife into the bedroom and make love to her. Donna was hiding her amazing body under oversized clothes and he’d grown so
accustomed to not seeing his wife, he imagined her overweight and out of shape.

Oh, my God, he was wrong.

“Whoa, is that your yacht out back?” his son asked, hurrying into the living room.

“Our yacht,” Lexington said.

“I wanna see,” Alex and Alexis said.

“Daddy, can we show them?” Alexandrea asked.

“Sure, but be safe,” Lexington said, still stricken by the sight of Donna. “You look amazing,” he said. “Come here.” Lexington
opened his heart first, then his arms. “I apologize for all that I’ve put you through. Can I have my wife back?”

“I’m not the one who left,” Donna said.

“I think we’d better sit on the back patio and keep an eye on the kids. Thanks for letting me have all of my children together
with us today,” Lexington said, lounging on the cushioned patio chair. “Sit with me.”

Donna clarified, “Your kids are my kids, and they were always welcome in our home. You were the one who didn’t want to invite
them.”

Holding Donna in his arms, admiring the five brilliant kids he’d fathered, Lexington was proud.

“Can I tell you some things, and you promise you won’t get mad?” Donna asked.

“After all you’ve tolerated from me, you can tell me anything and I promise I won’t get mad,” he said, cuddling her in his
arms.

“I went over to Nikki’s, thinking you were there with her, or in hopes of catching her home alone so I could talk with her,
and . . .” Donna paused.

The time had come for Lexington to let Nikki go, emotionally and sexually. He’d hurt her too deeply and didn’t want to cause
Nikki any more pain. Admiring his kids, Lexington was glad his son had confronted him that night. If Lexington the second
hadn’t came over to his table, Lexington’s wife would not be lying in his arms.

Donna continued, “And I saw our neighbor Anthony, from across the way, fucking Herschel in the ass. They were on the patio
cuddling and fucking like a man and woman.”

Lexington moved his body from underneath Donna’s, saying, “You don’t have to make up lies about Herschel to keep me away from
her. Let’s keep him out of this. I don’t want to hear any more about Herschel being with a man. Trust me, Herschel is one-hundred-percent
alpha male, just like me.”

Darting her eyes toward him, Donna frowned. “Believe what you want, I know what I saw.”

His kids roamed around the boat, going upstairs and downstairs. His only son was at the helm, pretending to navigate. Lexington
smiled. “Anything else?”

“Yes, there’s one more significant thing,” Donna said, looking into his eyes and smiling with hers. “I bought my restaurant
back from the guy I sold it to. I’m reopening in two weeks. I took out a full-page ad in the
Times-Picayune,
letting my customers know ‘Donna’s is back!’ I’m moving home to New Orleans permanently. I bought a house, I’m leaving next
week, and I’m taking the girls with me. I’ve already enrolled them in private school. I’m not asking you to come with us.
In fact, I don’t want you to come with us. Lexington, I want a divorce,” Donna said.

“A what?” Lexington said.

“A divorce. You don’t love me anymore and I’m tired of being miserable. Now you can be happy with Nikki or whoever else you
want. I don’t want your money. But I do expect you to provide for me and the girls the same way you take care of them,” Donna
said, pointing at his other kids.

Whoa!
All this time he was out running around, he thought Donna was home being lazy and she was plotting every move. An educated
woman was a silent killer.

“Come here. Let me show you something,” Lexington said, holding Donna’s hand.

“I don’t care what you show me. I’m not changing my mind,” she said, following him.

“I don’t want you to,” Lexington lied, leading Donna to their bedroom. He unlocked his safe, then handed Donna the title to
a restaurant in South Beach. “I wanted you to be happy again. I bought this for you. It’s yours. You can have two restaurants.
Or you can sell this one in South Beach.”

“What about my husband?” Donna asked. “Is he for sale too?”

Lexington raised Donna’s dress over her head, eased off her white boy shorts, and kissed her. “Oh, wait one minute,” he said,
locking the bedroom door. “Don’t want any surprises.”

“But what if they knock?” Donna asked.

“We’ll pretend we’re not in here.”

He kissed his wife’s raspberry lips, then pressed his mouth to her collarbone, trickling wet kisses down to her breasts. She
shivered as he softly nibbled on her nipple. He laid her atop the comforter, then slowly undressed in front of her. Turning
around to toss his shirt on the chair, she gasped, “Oh, my gosh. I didn’t realize I scratched you so—” She choked on her words,
with tears in her eyes.

“I’m okay,” he said, kneeling before her. “Let me make love to my wife.”

His tongue fluttered on the tip of her clit, right before he suctioned her into his mouth. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning
back to look at his wife’s pussy. “I want my wife back.”

“Don’t talk. Make love to me, Lexington,” Donna cried. “My body needs to feel a man’s touch.”

Wow.
All the sexcapades Lexington had had with Nikki and other women on the regular, he never once thought about Donna’s womanly
needs, until now. Kissing her tears away, Lexington said, “I’m gonna make you happy. You’ll never have to cry again.”

Was Donna telling the truth? Was his boy Herschel bisexual?

N
ikki opened her sleepy eyes. “Where am I? How did I get here?” she whispered, blankly staring at the ceiling. The pulsation
beating against her forehead caused her to close her eyes, praying, “Please stop it.”

The arduous demands of traveling extensively had cemented her worn body to the bed. She felt like a ton of bricks sinking
into the mattress. Partying hard, staying out all night, fucking at the sex club, then fucking some more, she was tired and
her pussy was exhausted.

“Herschel,” she called out wearily. Lifting her head a few inches from her pillow, she looked around the room. “Okay, I am
home,” she confirmed, looking at the crystal ball embedded in the bedroom wall. She’d left it there as a reminder to her husband
to keep his hands off her.