That night Omar was called to Philly for an emergency. He hated to leave his two girls after he had just returned home but he never hesitated with anything involving money so he suited up kissed Amore and Aaliyah and left. Amore wasn't expecting that at all. Right now she felt as if she needed her husband. Her being alone now, was not a good thing. She had almost nothing to do. Besides J.J. she had no close female friends. Any other female she talked to she only considered an acquaintance. She thought about calling Cee-lo but remembered he was out of the country for a couple of days. There was literally alone, left to her own devices. Aaliyah had quickly fallen asleep after her bath and she would be all night.
Amore sat restlessly on the side of her bed. She retrieved a small piece of paper from her bra and unfolded it. 305 E. 109th Street apt 4D, it read, a phone number underneath it. She fumbled through her purse for her BlackBerry and began to dial the numbers but she abruptly hit the end button to cancel the call. She repeated this five more times before finally putting her phone away. She lay on the bed, happy she had succeeded. Next time she wasn't so sure if she would. Sleep didn't come as easy as she would have liked it too. Instead her mind traveled to thoughts she cursed herself for having. She tried to contain them but she found it impossible.
Safe in the privacy of her head, Amore's robe was slowly peeled off of her. She looked up and watched the eyes that took in her nudity. She felt warm hands touching her, making her skin tingle. Fingers rubbed and gently pinched her clit, helping her orgasm build more strength and power. When something wet and long entered her, she began talking, only she couldn't understand what she was saying, only they could. They were making her speak that special language with every movement of their tongue. Soon their tongue was replaced by 1, 2, then 3 fingers while a soft pair of lips touched hers. Amore's body trembled. "Yes. Yes. I love you," she sighed. "I love you Sha-"
"Who me?" she heard. Amore sat up quickly. That wasn't apart of her fantasy. Standing at the door of her bedroom was a man. She jumped up and nearly screamed.
"What are you doing?" When she stood up to cover herself, Sharrod noticed the wetness that had spilled on her thighs. Sharrod licked his lips. He wanted to taste it right now but he stopped himself. There would be more than enough time for that.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you in my house?" Amore ranted struggling to tie the sash of her robe. Sharrod smiled, just as charming as the devil and walked into the room, making himself comfortable on the bed Amore and Omar shared. As if he were poison, Amore backed away from him.
"Come on, love. You know last night wasn't the end of me. I'm not letting you go," Sharrod said, his grey eyes glittering. Amore was horrified yet aroused at the same time.
"But? You..How did you find me?"
"Don't be frightened but I had someone follow you."
"Follow? I never noticed anyone." Sharrod chuckled.
"Of course not. I know you and I know how paranoid you are. I told them to keep a safe distance. They gave me your address and I saw you this morning." Amore clutched her robe together tighter as if he could see through it. It put her on edge that he could be that close to her life without her being aware. "You had on that green robe. It reminded me of the one you wore that night. Is it the same one?" Sharrod was referring to the robe Amore had worn, the first time they were intimate. She nodded, remembering that night. She always thought of it, almost daily. "Everything was perfect until your nigga showed up," Sharrod said spitefully.
"That nigga's name is Omar and he is my husband." Amore held up her ring finger, displaying the obscene item that was her wedding ring. The emerald cut diamond sparkled even in the dimmest of light.
"Go ahead and put your hand down. We gonna take that off anyway." Sharrod smiled mischievously rubbing his hands together.
"You have to leave now. I mean how did you even get into my house? The security system is on."
"How soon you forget. I told you what I did to get through college," he said getting off the bed. He walked towards Amore, in his signature walk. The one Amore knew no other male had.
"Don't come near me. You have to leave. If Omar came back and saw you here-"
"He's not. I made sure your nigga would be occupied. He's on his way to Philadelphia as we speak."
"Look. I don't know how you pulled this off but your out of line. What we had is over Sharrod. Don't you get that?"
"I would if I knew it were true but its not." Sharrod moved closer to Amore. "Your mine and you became mine the moment I saw you. I'm done living without you Amore. I don't care if your married. That don't mean shit to me. You don't love that motherfucker the way you do me," he said seriously. He saw the pain Amore was holding but it didn't move him enough to back down. It only succeeded in making him more determined to show her they would be together. He softly stroked her face, the face that made everything right in his world. As he leaned in to kiss her lips, Amore tried pushing him away but Sharrod held her body tight, forcing her body to meet his. While they kissed, he undid the sash of her robe and pushed it off of her shoulders. It soon fell to the floor leaving Amore bare underneath.
"Lay down," he told her. Amore wanted to fight. She did but her body needed him. She did as she was told and watched as Sharrod undressed. Once his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers were on the floor Amore traced the outline of his body with her eyes, all the way down to the spot she once owned. The area just above his dick shocked her. She looked up at him in disbelief.
"I told you it was yours Amore," Sharrod said stoking himself. "I haven't been with another female since you."
