"So where did it go?" Naala said into the phone, rolling her hips simultaneously. The voice replied and Naala rolled her eyes, repositioning herself on Dave's dick.

"Slow down," Naala moaned into his ear moving the phone away from her ear.

"Wait I'm coming," Naala said softly holding onto Dave's shoulders as she bounced up and down on him. "No not you Trey, sort it out," Naala snapped throwing the phone to the side.

"Finally," Dave mumbled flipping them over. "I missed you," Dave mumbled against her neck as he plunged in and out of her.

"I missed you too," Naala cried clinging to him. "I missed you so much," Dave smirked and held her legs up. Naala's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her juices streaming down his dick.

Dave pulled out and turned her over. "Arch ya back for me," Dave said rubbing his dick up and down her opening.

"Mm hm, I can't," Naala complained. They'd been going at it the whole night and Naala was exhausted.

"One more round," Dave said slipping into her causing her to moan loudly and grip the sheets under her.

"Bri just get on the jet, I want all of my family safe," Naala was trying to convince Brianna to meet the rest of her family in Turks and Caicos. Everything was getting hot in New York and Naala didn't want any of her family around when things got messy.

"I'm not leaving you here on your own Naala," Brianna huffed over the phone. They were sitting in a car on the tarmac when Bri refused to get on the flight.

"I'm not on my own," Naala laughed, "It's safer this way, please for me," Naala pleaded with her.

"I don't know," Brianna said looking out the window at the jet. "This is all new Naala,"

"I know but I'm getting to grips with it," Naala muttered in response.

"What about Patch?" Brianna asked getting out of the car finally.

"I don't care what Amir does," Naala said truthfully. "I've given him the option to leave but he would rather stay here and distract me," Naala complained. Dave was her biggest distraction.

Just on cue, Dave slithered his arm around her waist and put his head in her neck. He started kissing down her neck and rubbing her sides.

"No," Naala mumbled as he started playing with her dress trying to pull down her panties, "I'm on the phone," Naala nudged him moving his hands out of her dress.

"There's never stopped us before," Dave said in her ear, gently sucking on her neck.

"Mmcht Bri please get on the jet and tell me when y'all make it," Naala said moving her neck. She finished up of the phone and turned around to face Dave.

"We can't do this right now," Naala pointed between the two of them. "I have a lot of things to sort out today," Which was an understatement. Naala had a list as long as her arm of things she needed done. First being sorting out their money that seems to keep coming up missing.

"You never have time," Dave said standing up straight. Naala looked at him with a straight face,

"How much more do you want to fuck?" She said bluntly. "I'm only one person Amir, Jesus," She stressed running her hand through her hair. Walking away from him, she trotted into the closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

"Sometimes all I want to do is talk!" Dave shouted behind her,

"Then talk, I'm right here," Naala mumbled sifting through her clothes. Dave joined her in the closet and took a seat on the white sofa infront of her vanity.

"How are you?" Dave spoke looking at her. Naala didn't pay him much mind,

"I'm fine how are you?" Naala asked pulling out a dress and holding it up to her body, "Do you like this?" She asked him. Dave nodded,

"You look sexy in it," Dave responded. Naala looked in the mirror and tilted her head, that wasn't the vibe she was going for today.

"Mmm maybe not this one," Naala said to herself putting it back up.

"You wanna go on a date tonight? I can rent anywhere you wanna go," Dave spoke, pulling his phone out.

"I don't know bae, I've got a lot to do today I told you that," Naala said dismissively.

"I feel like I'm losing you, like there's someone else," Dave spoke up. Naala stopped in her tracks and groaned putting her head down. "You were making business deals while we were fucking Naala that's not right,"

"Just reassure him Naala," Naala said to herself quietly. She spun around and walked over to him, sitting on his lap.

"Baby we go through this everyday. Have I ever given you a reason to think I'm not faithful to you?" Naala said softly rubbing his face.

"So then why do you never wanna be around me or why does it feel like when we have sex it's forced?" Dave responded fast.

"I'm a busy woman Amir, that's what's bothering you. I've always been available when you needed me, never put work before any of my family but now I'm busy you don't like it," Naala said standing up. "You don't like that I have something for myself,"

"I never said that," Dave scrunched up his face. That wasn't what is was at all for him.

"So then what do you want from me? Whilst juggling both my jobs, I come home and fuck you what more could a man want?" Naala said getting frustrated. Little did she know she was pushing him right into the arms of another woman.

"You think that's all I care about Naala?" Dave quizzed. "You're my wife, I wanna be with you whenever I can. I wanna travel the world with you. I wanna hear about your day, I want you to actually care about my day," Dave complained also standing to his feet.

He looked at Naala who was busy picking out a pair of sneakers and wasn't even listening to his rant.

"If you wanna see other people Amir that's all you have to say," Naala mumbled bored of his whining. "Go be with your girlfriend and stop bothering me," Naala said bluntly picking up her watch.

"So that's what this is?" Dave chuckled nervously. He was yet to tell Naala about what happened with Tommie.

"Are you cheating on me?" Naala asked bluntly. "I wouldn't mind because I'm never enough for you anyway," She had become desensitised to him and his cheating ways.

"No what the fuck?" Dave responded, "Do you even want to be married to me anymore?" Dave huffed leaning against the wall.

"If I didn't would I be here?" Naala asked putting her earrings on. She saw his face through the reflection of the mirror, and guilt started to eat her up too. "It's not gonna be like this forever bae, we'll figure it out," Naala added a bit more softly this time.

When he didn't reply, she dropped her sneakers and walked up to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she stood on her tippy toes.

"Come here," She whispered making him drop his head to her level.

"I love you okay, only you," Naala said truthfully before pecking his lips. Dave squeezed her ass and kissed back, parting her mouth with his tongue.

"I love you too," Dave said feeling guilty. One of the reasons he felt she was being unfaithful was because that's what he was doing.

"So now I can go to work?" Naala asked wiping her gloss of his lips.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Dave said staring at her, that apology having a double meaning. "I don't like feeling like I'm losing you Naala,"

"Mmm, I'm not going anywhere," Naala said kissing him once more and letting go of him. She proceeded to finish getting ready as he left the room.

A phone started to ring on the sofa and Naala knew it wasn't hers. "Baby your phone," She called out but he didn't respond, he was probably already down the stairs by then.

Sucking her teeth, Naala slipped on her sneakers and then answered the phone.

"Hello?" She said putting it in between her shoulder and her ear whilst putting her other shoe one.

"Hello, this is Mark from Mercedes. I'm calling to speak to Mr Brewster," The mans chirpy voice rang,

"I'm his wife so I can pass on the message," Naala replied, straightening up.

"Ah Mrs Brewster it was lovely to meet you the other day," Naala face scrunched up. She knows she has never met this man before.

"I was only calling to let you guys know that your car is ready to be collected today," The man continued.

"My car? What car is it?" Naala asked in confusion.

"The Mercedes GLA that you and your husband picked out for yourself, the all white one - custom made," Mark spoke confidently. Naala closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath,

"Oh I'm so sorry Mark, I'm so forgetful. What dealership was it? I can't remember," Naala faked.

"The one right off Melview Avenue," Mark informed her,

"Perfect, could you send me that in a text?" Naala asked nicely, Dave was playing with her AGAIN.

The phone dinged and the message was there, "You're a star. See you soon," Naala sang before hanging up, her smile dropping immediately.

Here she was feeling like she was abandoning him and pushing him to the side, but he was running around New York with another woman.

Clearing her throat, she got her purse and left the room, heading towards the front door.

"Amir you left your phone upstairs," Naala said handing it to him. She watched him closely as he scrolled through his notifications.

"You didn't open it did you?" He asked Naala nervously. Naala smiled widely,

"Why would I do that?" She blinked at him, her smile blinding him. "I've got to go," She added turning around.

"You know I love you right?" Dave called after her. Naala grimaced at the words, he wouldn't know what love was if it smacked him in the face.

"Oh I know," Naala replied sweetly, not turning back to look at him, because if she did, she would carve his eyeballs out and send it to his bitch.

~~

Naleli waited for her car door to open before she slide her sunglasses over her face and stepped out into the cold New York weather. She tightened the belt of her jacket around her waist and linked arms with Tarek.

"Too close," Tarek mumbled making Naleli roll her eyes.

"You act like I'm going to rape you," She muttered. He opened the door for her and she strutted in, the smell of burning flesh attacking her immediately.

"My sister is hell," Naleli complained, holding her nose from the intense smell. Tarek cleared his throat and stepped back for Naleli to enter the back room.

Naala was stood in the middle of the room with a small knife in hand and one of their workers tied to a chair with blood dripping from every visible place.

"Dre you're making a mess," Naala said softly, "You know how much I hate messes," Naala said inching closer.

Dre wriggled in his chair as she kneeled down in front of him. She took the knife and traced it along his face before taking the rope that was stuffed in his mouth off.

"Are you ready to talk?" She asked nicely, with a smile. Dre coughed erratically and spat blood simultaneously. Naala leaned back before blood could get on her. "If you don't start speaking, I'm gonna make sure you never talk again," Naala said grabbing his face.

"You're a bitch," Dre spluttered. Naala laughed and drove the knife the through his leg earning a loud scream afterwards.

"I am a bitch, but I'm a bitch with a knife," Naala chuckled.

"Easy," Naleli said making her presence known. "He's one of our best workers Naala,"

"So where is our product?" Naala questioned her. "He clearly can't be that good, if ten bricks can just get up and run away." Dre started to plead with her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He wailed loudly, the sudden noise irritating Naala.

"I'm not shouting, keep your voice down," She ordered making him whimper softly. "Look Dre, I like you, I really do. But time is money and you're wasting my time therefore your wasting my money." Naala snapped.

"Hand me the pliers," Naala instructed one of the other workers. Dre began scream loudly when he realised what Naala was about to do.

Naala pulled a chair and sat down in front of him. "Let's play a game. Leli do you wanna join?" She asked her sister.

"Nah, you play I'm cool," Naleli declined holding her hand up.

"More fun for us huh?" Naala asked a crying Dre. "Tell me where the product went or I pick one of those healthy looking teeth to play with,"

"I don't know," Dre cried with snot coming out of his nose. "I only pack it, maybe when it got sent out, the distributors took it,"

Naala sighed and shook her head, "Damn Dre that's the wrong answer," She handed the pliers to the worker beside her, "The molar at the back," She told him standing to her feet.

Dre's screams filled the entire room as he tooth was pulled from the root. Naleli expected Naala to turn away but she watched the entire thing. Naleli was proud, especially at how Naala was finally taking charge.

"Enough," Naala shouted when Dre continued to sob and squirm loudly. "So I won that round but I know you've got the next one," Naala smirked taking her seat again.

Dre nodded his head rapidly with pleading eyes. Naala's eyes gleamed with joy,

"Talk," She instructed him and before you knew it Dre was spilling everything, where he hid it, where the money went and even who helped him.

"That wasn't so hard was it," Naala whispered to him. She took the pliers from the worker and forced his mouth open.

Tugging at one of the teeth at the back, she successfully got it out. "I hate liars," Naala said over his screams.

Naala took the pliers and laid them on the table. Another worker brought her a bowl of warm water and a towel, she washed her hands and then looked back towards her sister.

"Best worker my ass," Naala muttered, "Kill him," She announced walking away and out of the room. Everyone looked to Naleli,

"You heard what she said," Naleli shrugged making Dre wail even louder.

Naala walked into her new office and slammed the door. She was angry and that didn't even tickle her anger, it only infuriated her more. It was another example of people her taking her to be a fool.

She thought of the only thing that could calm her at that point and picked up her phone.

"Hey mama," Maniya gleamed when she answered the phone call,

"Hi angel," Naala said softly, "You don't know how much I miss you guys,"

"We miss you too mama, how are you? You sound tired," Maniya asked. Naala blew out a breath, tired was an understatement.

"I'm so tired," Naala mumbled putting her head on her desk. "But I'll be fine, how are my babies?"

"They're doing well actually but they think you're coming down here too," Maniya replied, "Are you?" There was tint of hopefulness in her tone.

"I can't baby, it's not safe," Naala said rubbing her temples.

"On a scale of one to ten how bad is it?" Maniya questioned. Naala hasn't gone into full detail about what was going on - she wanted to keep her children out of it completely.

"Ten," Naala whispered. Everything was getting on top of her. They were still trying to find out who tried to kill her at the showcase and who was interfering with her workers.

"That's scares me mommy, I don't like it," Maniya said lowly, "What if something happens to you, what if we don't see you again?"

Naala's eyes burned with tears, she wanted to cry so bad but she didn't do that anymore.

"We need you mom," Maniya sniffed indicating that she was crying.

"Niya I've got to go," She said rushing her off the phone and hanging up. She blinked away her tears and cleared her throat.

A knock sounded through the room making her sit up straight, "Come in," She said loud enough for them to here.

"You've not eaten today,"Gregory said standing at the door. He was standing in the doorway awkwardly waiting for Naala to allow him in.

"I haven't," Naala realised, "Come and sit down Greg you don't have to hover in the doorway," Naala said with a smile.

He nodded and moved into the room, sitting opposite her. "What would you like to eat?" He questioned her,

"There's something I need to do first," Naala replied picking up her phone. "My husband thinks I'm stupid so today Gregory, we're gonna show him just how stupid I can get,"

"But we've not finished —" Naala stood to her feet and glared at him,

"Who do you work for?" Naala asked tilting her head,

"For you Princess," Gregory said lowly also standing and fixing his suit. "I'll bring the car round,"

"Great," Naala smiled lightly. "I'll find my sister, this is very much her thing," Naala added, picking up her purse.

"Only if you promise to eat something," Gregory spoke quickly catching her arm. Naala's heart warmed at his affection.

"I will eat," Naala smirked, "What are you feeling for?"

Gregory opened the door and gave her a confused look. "If I have to eat so do you, so what are you feeling for?" Naala repeated. They walked down the hallway together before Greg stopped her.

"About the other night —"

"We don't have to speak about it," Naala stopped him. "It was mistake, We're both married," Naala said firmly.

"I hope we can still work together," Gregory told her, he took his job very seriously but working with Naala was hard for him.

"Calm down, you're making it seem worse than it was." Naala tutted. "Do you want to leave your wife for me?"

"I don't know what I want," Gregory said quietly. "What happened that night shouldn't have but it didn't feel wrong,"

He pulled her closer and let his hands rest on her waist. Naala moved his hands and stood back.

"I'm not about to be that," Naala fussed at him. "You are married Gregory, I'm not being the other woman. It's either you're with me or not,"

"I can't just leave her Princess," He said lowly lifting her head up.

"So then what's the problem? We made a mistake. I love my husband and you love your wife right? So just drop it," Naala said trying to convince herself that she felt nothing for him.

"What's going on?" Naleli asked coming out of nowhere. She had heard everything they were saying but she found it quite humorous that they separated quickly like she just caught them fucking.

"Nothing, I need your help with something," Naala said moving away from Gregory and closer to her sister.

"Mmm what did he do now?" Naleli questioned. The look in her sisters eyes earlier told her that Dave had fucked up once again.

Naala looked at Gregory, signalling for him to walk ahead of them and lead them out to her car. They got into the car and Gregory sat at the front. Naala rolled up the partition and sighed sitting back.

"You're having sex with your bodyguard?" Naleli said with a smirk, "Sis you surprise me everyday,"

"Shush," Naala smacked her thigh, "We're not having sex, but we did kiss and do other things" Naala said quietly. Naleli scoffed and looked at her,

"Don't let that man lose his job Naala," Naleli said with a serious face.

"Since when did you care about people?" Naala asked with a surprised expression. The Naleli she knew, didn't care about anyone apart from herself.

"I've known him a long time," Naleli shrugged, "And I know his wife,"

"Hush I'm not sleeping with him," Naala said again,

"Yet," Naleli added. "You aren't sleeping with him yet. Just be careful that's all I'm saying,"

"He's a grown man, if what we were doing was bothering him, then he would say something," Naala said waving her sister off.