Sexaholics by Pynk Read Free Book Online

parents who had been brutally murdered after
     their restaurant was burglarized when she was twenty-one, the fantasy of
     arriving home to a husband and family had been put off long enough. Now
     twenty-nine, she had recently decided she was ready to slow down and tame almost
     all her wild oats. After all, she now had a great position as a restaurant
     manager in Redondo Beach and a great man, an ex–football player who owned
     his own home and had a job as a high-six-figure executive with UPS, whom she
     could share the good life with. She made up her mind that she was ready to be a
     wife and mother so she could do it all over again. Do what her mother and father
     could not do: raise a child the right way. That was her ultimate desire.
    She walked into the sprawling residence that was soon to be hers, then headed
     past the oval entryway and to the rear of the house with the soaring vaulted
     ceilings above her, noticing the man she’d been with for seven years
     sitting in his home office.
    She was sure he would be the perfect father to their future children. Gregory
     Hooks was on the computer as usual. At five foot five, three inches shorter than
     she, he was known in the college ranks as the shortest star running back ever to
     play at USC.
    “What’s up? Sorry I missed your calls,” she told him with a
     kiss on the top of his bald, caramel head, as he sat at his desk in a rust
     leather executive chair. He was barefoot, wearing blue boxers and a white tee.
     His fragrance was his usual white musk.
    He turned from the computer and leaned back, extending his chiseled arms
     toward her, also stretching out his short, muscular, hairy legs from sitting so
     long. “I assumed you were at the meeting,” he said, as she received
     his hug and kissed the side of his unshaven face. “Please tell me you
     went.”
    “Yeah, I went.” She stepped back and placed her pale pink bucket
     bag on the sofa table.
    “Good. And?”
    She shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms. “And what?”
    “You know what, Valencia. Don’t play games with me.”
    “What, Greg? What you wanna know? You want me to say they fixed me with
     one meeting? Okay. I’m all better now, just like that.” She handed
     him a sarcastic look and snapped her eyes as though they were fingers.
    He gave her a look. “Don’t be a smart-ass. I want you to tell me
     what it was like.”
    She sighed and stepped to the snow-white leather love seat, plopping down on
     the oversized arm. She twisted her more-than-sizable diamond bling along her
     ring finger, then took a deep breath and exhaled. Her arched eyebrows sank as
     she spoke. “It was a meeting. It was a meeting of confessions. It was
     embarrassing, okay? It was wack. I felt like I killed someone. The people seemed
     broken and fucked up. But hell, it was like looking in the mirror. They were me.
     How’s that?”
    “Your attitude will definitely not be helpful in the long run, and you
     know it.” He folded his arms.
    “Well, hell, like you told me last week, attitude is my middle name,
     right?”
    “Anyway.” He sat up straight. “Did Miki go?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Did you two talk about the two of you?”
    “About the fact that every now and then we fuck? That we’re bi?
     You can say the word, Greg. Bi. Bi. Bi.” Her neck tilted with each
     two-letter word.
    If looks could kill, Gregory would have been on death row for first-degree,
     unadulterated, premeditated murder. “You know what I mean.”
    “It was only one meeting. And I’m not so sure that’s an
     issue anyway.”
    “Obviously I think it is.”
    “No, duh. Listen, me playing with Miki every now and then has nothing
     to do with my addiction. It’s just plain old fucking without feelings.
     Nothing more.”
    “Well, with you about to be my wife, I say that adds up to infidelity.
     Nothing more.”
    She gave a long blink. “Greg, please. We talked about this before, not
     long ago. You said were cool with it