If someone would have told you 5 years ago that you would be living a double life in a loveless marriage to a cold, standoffish but beautiful woman, you would have probably shot them in the face. But, here you were.
5 years ago you were sent to Cuba to broker a deal gone wrong and had been caught off guard and swept up in a whirlwind romance with a beautiful native who spoke with an American accent named Kehlani. She'd admitted her parents had illegally moved to the US and raised her until she was 16 and they'd been caught and deported. She told you, under the security of bedsheets in the safety of your arms that she wished she could go back to go to school but all her attempts had been unsuccessful. When your business deal had gone bad with the local cartel boss, you'd reluctantly returned to America but the beautiful girl with fire in her eyes had haunted your dreams.
Over the next 3 months you'd gone back and seen her, each time more passionate than the last. You were young, barely 26 at the time, and enthralled by her. Within 4 months you had proposed and 6 months in she was re-entering the US legally as your wife. The passion had lasted for a year...and then slowly, your life became... boring. You'd told her you were an executive of a shipping company, a fancy way of saying that you moved drugs across borders and not only did you do that, but you did it very well. You put her through school and she excelled in her work in sales. Once she graduated 2 years ago, she'd been hired by a company and she was just as busy as you were. The passion between you had died, but there really wasn't much to say for that. Neither of you were home long enough to even argue or not get alone. She felt more like a roommate who you kept secrets from. It was a good cover, legally. No one looked twice at your income with a wife who made as much as yours.
You make your way into the closet of your bedroom, shrugging off your jacket. Further in on her side, you can see Kehlani in a skit, stockings and a bra. Your eyes linger, and while things were dry between you, she was still as fine as she always had been. She catches you staring, and you look away. She chuckles but doesn't say anything else. You quickly change into casual wear, some Jeans and a shirt.
Dinner is already made, as usual, and when Kehlani moves into the kitchen, you watch as she makes you a plate. It's nothing fancy, just enchiladas and some red rice. You take the plate and eat mostly in silence.
"Thanks," you glance at her.
"Of course, baby," she presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.
"I don't see how you work as much as you do and still manage to cook dinner almost every day," You try to strike up small talk.
She gives you a knowing smile, finishing off her bite before speaking, "I'm superwoman."
"I guess so," you agree.
When you finish your plate she takes it and cleans up her mess from dinner. You move to help but she swats your hand away. You shrug and head to the room, kicking off your jeans in preparation for bed. You shower, and by the time you get out she's already climbing in. You get under the sheets, and she climbs into your lap. You look up at her, and she winks at you.
"What are you doing?"
"It's 10:30," she gives the answer like that's all you need to understand.
"So?"
"Baby...come on. We always have sex at 10:30. Now lift your hips," she had already started pulling your shorts down.
Despite your own thoughts, you did as you were told and she diligently rolled a condom onto you, before slowly sinking down onto your length. Briefly you thought about when you met. You'd never used a condom then. Somehow, after marriage, condoms became a norm. Kehlani's only response had been she didn't want to disturb her studies with an accidental pregnancy. You'd let it go without much more thought.
