The Executive Falls Apart

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Chapter 30


The loud ringing woke me up. I was disoriented for a few seconds. Then I closed my eyes again because my head was killing me. I slowly opened them again and took a look at my surroundings. I realized that I was on the couch in my living room. It was still dark and the light was still on. I noticed the two empty bottles on the coffee table and my phone ringing next to them. I picked up my phone and of course, it was Kai. Something bad must have happened. I answered and already expecting bad news.

"I've been calling your ass for hours!" she said irritatedly.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep. What time is it anyway?" I mumbled.

My throat was killing me. I stood up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down.

"It's almost two in the morning. Anyway, did you know that your wife posted on Instagram about your situation with Anastasia?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Go to your wife's page right now," she demanded.

I groaned and put her on speaker. I searched for Blaire's post. I saw the picture of us that I loved, so I liked the picture. Then I began to read the caption.

"Are you still there?"

"Yeah. Kai, damn! I'm reading it," I snapped.

"Alright calm down. Let me know when you are done. We still need to talk," she scoffed.

After reading it, I was shocked that Blaire did this. She never responded to the public about anything and her social media accounts are private. So for her to do this for me made me love and appreciate her even more. I'm so proud that she defended our marriage and my character. I can't even thank her enough for all she's had done for me and for loving me even after all of my mistakes and faults.

"I can't believe she did this for me."

"I know. It wasn't part of my plan, but it seems to be working. They are tearing Anastasia's ass apart on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and every other social site. I doubt if she'll ever say anything to you again. We are still presenting more evidence in court to get her to put away for stalking and harassment. Alex found another address in Atlanta. He's going to check it out with a few of his FBI friends. Like I said just continue to ignore her and focus on your music. The tour is back on for January and I'm starting to get the promo ready. I'll call you and let you know the schedule for photos and radio interviews."


"It's late. Well, tell your wonderful wife, I said thank you and I'll talk to you soon. Take it easy, okay?" she said before ending the call.

As I put my phone back down, I was wondering where my wife and kids were at the moment. I went back to my phone and checked my missed calls and messages. I saw that she called me twice and sent me a text message. It was nice of her to apologize to me, but she didn't have to do that. I realized that I've dealt with this situation the wrong way from the start. I should have told Blaire when I got the first message. I should have addressed Anastasia that night at the concert and put an end to it that day. Maybe we wouldn't be here, apart.

I read that last part of her message. David's place was the last place I've would have guessed she would end up. I knew she and my children were safe. I've known David since I started in the music business when I was 19. I was a sophomore at NYU and decided to pursue my rap career. My dad was pissed, but he told me that I had to finish my degree one day. I finally did at 24. I don't think I could have done it without the help and support from David. I trusted him and he's always been as loyal to me as I've been to him.

Knowing she was coming home in the morning put me more at ease. I texted her to thank her and let her know that I love her. I didn't get a response. I knew she was probably asleep and I decided to call her later.

Just when I put my phone down, my stomach grumbled. I was starving. I went to the kitchen and found some leftovers that Blaire cooked the other night. After I finished eating, I got in bed and tried to get some sleep. I eventually knocked out. Then I felt soft kisses on my jaw and cheeks. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful wife smiling down at me.

"Good morning, Ave. Get up, sleepyhead," she cooed.


I briefly stretched and sat up. She was standing by the bed in just her bra and panties. I slowly got out of bed. Then she grabbed my hand and guided me to the shower. The water was already running and steaming up the glass shower doors and mirrors. She slowly undressed and winked at me, then got in the shower. I quickly took off my boxers and got in with her.

"Am I still dreaming?" I said playfully.

"No. I just wanted to be with you and you smell like a distillery." She laughed.

"I'm sorry about that. I was a mess last night. I missed you," I was as I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "And thank you for posting that. I know that was hard for you. I really appreciate everything you do. I love you so much."

She turned around and gave me a quick peck on my lips.

"You know I'll do anything for you. I love you too." She smiled.

I ran my hands along the soft skin of her hips and thighs. She didn't flinch at all like she usually did. I thought about spreading her thighs and diving right into her.

"Are my little ones here?" I asked.

"No. I dropped them off with your mom before I came home. It's just me and you."

The sultriness in her voice nearly incapacitated me. There were no thoughts, no focus, only desire and need to be buried deep inside her. I softly held her chin so I could look into her honey brown eyes.

"I love you, Honey Bee... I know sex is a very touchy subject, but I need you right now. I need to be inside you like I need air to breathe," I pled.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds. I knew I pushed her too hard too quickly. I instantly felt guilty for it. Then she opened her eyes and pulled me closer to her.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

Our mouths crashed into each other as our hands were all over each other. Her soft moans were driving me crazy. I played with her wet pussy and placed my fingers inside of her giving her slow but deep strokes. She softly said my name as she had her first orgasm. I planned on making her cum at least three more times. I turned her around and entered her and at the moment I felt complete. I missed being inside her and loving her like this. I was taking my time enjoying her and pleasing her.

"Don't stop, Av," she moaned.

Trust me, I had no plans of stopping. She was shaking and moaning as she had orgasm number two. She was backing that fat ass up on me and I couldn't stop myself from releasing inside her. I knew she didn't want another baby right now, but I just couldn't stop myself. I pulled out of her and plunged my fingers deeper inside of her with long slow strokes until she nearly collapsed into my arms with orgasm number three. She was breathing heavily and crying. I held on to her and kissed her all over her neck and back. I turned her around and looked at her. She looked so vulnerable that I almost wanted to cry. I didn't want sex to be a bad experience for her anymore.

"I love you so damn much," I said as I wiped her tears away.

Suddenly, she smiled at me and I felt relieved. She kissed me hard and passionately. Then we held each other for a long time as the warm water rained on our bodies. I pulled away from her and grabbed her soap and loofah and washed her body. Then I washed up too. After we rinsed off, I dried us off. Then I carried her to the bed ready to feast on her. She giggled and tried to stop me, but I knew she wanted it just as bad.

"I'm going to be late for my meeting, baby," she whined.

"We own the company, Bee. The boss lady can never be late," I countered.

I pulled her thighs closer to me and began to eat my breakfast. I loved hearing her moans, screams, and tasting her sweet juices. It's been so long since I've had her like this. Our connection has always been deeper than sex, but it was our way to express our love for each other. She had her fourth and final orgasm of the morning. I released her thighs and hovered over her. She grimaced and harshly pushed me off of her. I realized that particular movement bought back bad memories for her.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Just don't do that! Don't hover over me," she panicked.

I got up and sat next to her. I rubbed her shoulders and she flinched again. She was staring off and zoning out. I got in front of her and made her focus on me.

"Maybe you should stay home," I said gently.

"No. I'm okay. I just had a moment. It's going to be a while before I'm back to myself... Don't worry about it. I love you... And you were amazing as usual. I missed that. I missed us," she said.

She kissed me again and got up to get dressed. I followed her to the bathroom to brush my teeth. She smiled at me as she applied her makeup. After we were done we went to the kitchen hand in hand. I wasn't really hungry and Blaire didn't seem too hungry either. I sat at the dining table as I watched her make a cup of coffee and eat some fruit. After she was done eating, she straddled me and placed her arms around my neck.

"I have a lot of meetings today. So I'll be home around five. Don't forget to pick up Maddie from school. I know Drew is with her, but she likes it when you pick her up. And I need an album before the holidays so get busy my handsome sexy musical genius," she said.

I couldn't help but smile. It was nice having her back. She was like she used to be. She was funny and sexy as hell. I was so turned on.

"Are you sure we don't have time for one more round?" I asked playfully.

She giggled and shook her head. Then she got up and went to grab her bag and keys.

"I love you, Ave. Have a good day," she said walking toward the door.

"Love you too and be ready for number five when you get home," I said seriously.

She blushed and waved goodbye. I sat there for a while thinking about the amazing lovemaking I just experienced. All of a sudden I was hungry so I made a bowl of cereal. I watch the news to see what was going on in the world. Then I checked a few sports highlights and the stock market. Surprisingly, my company's stocks have been increasing with all of the recent drama.

Then I tuned into the entertainment shows. Blaire's post was all over the news and blogs. It seemed that everyone was siding with us. They even had footage of someone throwing money at Anastasia. Though it was wrong what they were doing to her, I didn't feel bad for her. She bought this on herself by harassing me and lying on me.

I was done with the blogs and went to the studio to finish working on my album. I decided to go back to my original dates for my album release and tour since Bee wasn't pregnant anymore. So far, I had four songs done. I had a lot of work to get done and I also wanted a few features. I needed to reach out to Drake, Jay, Kendrick, Masego, and H.E.R. and schedule some studio time.

I've been working on music for a few hours. I was writing some hooks then I took a break and got something to eat. I had a few hours before it was time to pick up my daughter, so I decided to relax. My phone vibrated. I glanced at it and realized it was Aubrey. I haven't heard from him in a while.

"Hey, man. How are you and your fine ass wife doing?" he chuckled.

"We not that cool yet. So stop," I said seriously.

"Lighten up. Anyway, I saw what Bee did. That was really nice of her."

"I know. That's why she's my wife. Anyway, what do you want? You finally decided to work on my album?"

"You know it. Actually, I'm in your city right now. You should come through and we can start. I get the first choice of the tracks since I'm your best friend."

"Former best friend. I'm still not over you fu*king my wife," I said harshly.

"That's not fair. It was before both of us knew you. I think you are just mad that I had her first. I'm not going to lie I kind of miss her," he joked.

"Fu*k you. Bee never acknowledged your existence and she's with me."

"Ouch! Well, just kill my ego. I was kidding. So, are you coming through or not?"

"Just send me the address. I'll be there soon."

I got dressed and texted Blaire and Drew that I wasn't going to be able to pick up the kids because I was working with Drake on our track. I headed to Aubrey's place that he rented. I realized his extra ass got a penthouse near Times Square and it took forever to get there. After I gave my car to the valet, I headed to the elevator. I used the code he gave me to get to the top floor. I walked down the long hallway to the front door and knocked. He opened it, but he didn't seem like himself. I walked inside and noticed a woman crying on the couch in the living room.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just hear me out," he said.

Then the woman looked up and I realized it was Anastasia. I immediately turned around and went toward the door. I was beyond pissed that he set me up like this. Aubrey got in front of me and stopped me. He looked uncomfortable and apologetic.

"It's not what you think. You need to listen to her. She was played too," he begged.

"No! Nah!... Why would you have her here? You are supposed to be my boy," I seethed.

Anastasia came toward me shaking. She got down on her knees with her hands together.

"Profit... Mr. Rowland, please. I'm begging you. Please stay and listen to me. I swear I never sent you any messages. I wasn't stalking you. I admit I was wrong to take those pictures of that night and send them to your wife, but I promise you I was forced to do everything else. Please don't leave. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want my baby to grow up without me," she begged.

"Why should I believe you?! You've already done so much to ruin my life and reputation. I lost her once and I almost lost my wife again because of this," I scoffed.

"I know and I'm so sorry. You don't owe me anything, but you deserve to know the truth."

I saw the fear in her eyes. She seemed really disturbed, but it could just be an act. A part of me was unsure about this but a part of me wanted to know why all of this happened in the first place. I had so many questions that needed answers.

"Get up. I swear if this is a trick or game, I'm going to make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison. I'll remind you I have a restraining order against you and all I have to do is make one phone call," I said.

"I swear it's not," she said.

We all walked back to the living room. I looked over at Aubrey. I wanted to kill him. If she was telling the truth and this was set up, I'm glad that he had my back. I was eager to finally know what was going on. I hoped that this would be the beginning of the end.
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