Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 13 - The Untold Truth

"Where have you been?" LaTrice asked Drew as he walked into their bedroom. It was almost twelve in the morning and he'd just made it home.

"I was at Angel's house." He walked into his closet.

LaTrice still wasn't comfortable with him being at Angel's house or even around Angel. 

After he took his clothes off, he made his way into their bathroom and took a shower. 

LaTrice, didn't trust her husband at all. Part of her thought that he was out messing around with another female, or it could have been Angel, and he came home to clean it off of him.

When he was out of the shower, he had on a pair of boxers and a wife beater, he got into the bed. He scooted close to his wife, wrapping his arms around her. LaTrice immediately removed his arms from around her and scooted away from him.

He sighed and reached out for her again.

"Can you not touch me?" LaTrice said, sternly.

"Why not?" He questioned. "I'm your husband."

"I just don't want you putting your hands on me." She gave him the cold shoulder.

It had been almost a year since Drew cheated on his wife and didn't want to anymore. He wanted to make love to her, to remind himself that she's the woman that he loves and to remind her that he loves her. 

Instead of him scooting any closer to her, he pulled her close to her and rolled her on her back, climbing on top of her.

"Drew, get off of me." She tried to fight him off of her, but he was too strong for her.

He grabbed her writsts and pinned them down above her head as he kissed her neck. He knew that would get her stop trying to resist him.

"Drew." She moaned his name out loud.

He continued to kiss her as his hands roamed her body. Every moan and the way she grabbed hold to the sheets, showed him that he was doing her body just right. He pleased every inch of his wife's body, making her feel how he used to make her feel years ago.

That morning, Drew woke up in an empty bed but the aroma of maple bacon told him that LaTrice was in the kitchen cooking. He got out the bed, went downstairs into the kitchen where he found LaTrice cooking breakfast. She appeared to be in a pleasant mood.

She bent over, pulling the pan of bacon out the oven. He was something glad that she had panties on because he would have saw all of her goods under the over sized t-shirt which turned him on enough.

He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Good morning baby." He kissed her cheek.

She nudged him in his stomach to get him away from her.

He frowned at her. "What's all that for?" He asked.

"Drew, we're not going to do this again." She said, not looking at him.

"Why not?" He questioned. "Do you need me to make more up to you from last night?" He smirked, wrapping his arms around her again.

"Drew, I'm serious." She pushed him away again. 

"Why are you actling like this, Trice?" He was now frustrated. "I just want to show my wife some love."

Placing the last piece of bacon on a plate with napkins, LaTrice turned around to face Drew. "Now you want to show your wife some love? Now you want to make love to your wife?"

He sighed, rolling his his eyes. "Here we go again wwith this. What are you trying to do?"

"What?" She was confused by his question. "What do you mean?" She asked.