The cramps were almost nonexistent by the time Leila returned home from work. She picked her ringing phone from the dresser. Her best friend was calling her on a video call. Plopping into the seat with a sigh, she wiped her makeup. That was if she could count the lipstick and winged eyeliner as makeup. Today's workload was the same but she was exhausted.
Swiping up on her screen, she frowned at Freya when her face came on. "Why are you naked?"
Her best friend's boobs occupied her screen. She shook her head when Freya pulled a shirt over her head. In the future, she might grow as confident as Freya and show off her body but for now, she was content with covering up.
"Was fucking," Freya replied. "You know that thing couples do." Leila stifled her laugh. Her best friend was so stupid. She crumpled the wipe in her hand and placed the phone on a book so she could unbutton her shirt. "When they put their dicks into their wives..." Freya winked. "You know what I'm saying?"
Her cheeks turned a crimson red. "Shut up, Freya."
Freya collapsed to the bed with laughter. Grinning, she held the phone above her head. "You're such a prude. When are you going to let him fuck you?"
"Who says he hasn't?" Leila spat out without thinking.
Freya tossed the phone and screamed. Leila plugged her fingers into her ears. She knew without a doubt she would regret this. Freya's face stopped her from taking back her words. It was just sex, what was even the big deal?
"Oh, my God. I want every detail." Leila gulped. There wasn't any detail because nothing had happened. But at the rate they were constantly kissing, she knew they would cross that bridge sooner than later. The thought excited her and she turned to her best friend with a smile. "Is he big?" Her friend misconstrued her silence and her mouth dropped open. "He's not?" Leila shrugged. "Don't be like this, bestie. Is he huge?"
Leila wouldn't know since she had only seen her husband's dick once. Even that once had been ruined by her outburst. While Freya was comfortable talking about sex, Leila wasn't. If she hadn't made the: No bedroom tales rule earlier on, Freya would have tormented her with tales about Darren's dick and their sexcapades. She was crude and naughty, bold and adventurous, everything Leila wasn't. The two girls complemented each other.
"Just shut up," she muttered. She shrugged out of her shirt and pulled off her bra, leaving her in only a crop singlet. A breath of relief escaped her. Bras were another contraption she hated.
"Where's your husband?"
Kelvin would be home much later today or in the morning. He was attending one of those annoying meetings that demanded his presence until later at night. If she had her way, she would have gone to the boardroom to create a ruckus. Leila wanted her husband to cuddle her like he did last night. They kissed so much her lips were swollen. She wouldn't change it for anything.
"Off on CEO duties," she answered with an eye roll. Leila hated and loved his job. "I'm switching to a regular call." She took off her earrings and rolled her shoulders. "I have other stuff to do."
In truth, Leila had nothing to do. Freya would see through her lies if they continued the video call. After putting the call on speaker, she backed away from the mirror, stopping by the wall when a spell of dizziness hit her. Her forehead pressed to the wall and she held her phone at a distance.
"Just tell me his size. Is Kelvin McKenna huge?"
"My size isn't something that should concern you, Freya Lyons. Why don't you mind your husband?"
Leila shrieked and Freya ended the call.
For a moment, all Leila could do was breathe. Her heart rioted in her chest and her knees turned to jelly. The only thing keeping her standing was the wall she rested on for support.
Kelvin stopped behind her. He was home earlier. She clutched her phone in her sweaty hands and took in a shaky breath. His presence would have excited her if he didn't overhear their phone call.
How much did he hear? Did he hear her lie?
Something firm poked her backside and Leila swallowed the wedge in her throat. It couldn't be what she was thinking but she didn't turn to find out. Kelvin spun her so they were facing each other. His hot breath warmed her cheeks and she forced herself to keep her eyes on his face when all she wanted to do was check for herself to see if he really had a hard-on. Was he huge?
Taking her hand, gaze locked on hers as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, Kelvin said, "If you really needed to know my size, all you had to do was ask." He lowered her palm to his bulge. For lack of what to do with her other hand, Leila flattened it on his chest to push him away but it stayed there. "I'm ready when you are, Leila. Just tell me. Direct your questions to me, not Freya."
Her mouth went dry. She coughed twice. "Wel...welcome back." Leila stepped away from him to get some much needed distance between them to clear her head. "When did you get home?"
A corner of his lips rose in a smile that never formed. He unknotted his tie and set his jacket on the coat hanger beside the wardrobe. Moments after Kelvin took off his jacket, Leila had not regained full control of her limbs.
"Is that what you discuss with your friend in my absence?"
Mortified, she shook her head. "No. It was the first time." Licking her lips, Leila waved her phone in the air. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"
Kelvin lifted his head. "Enough."
"I'm sorry."
His hands working the buttons of his shirt froze. She felt that consciousness under his gaze. "For what?"
"I don't know." She covered the gap between them and helped with the rest of his buttons. "The conversation was wrong. You were right, it's none of her business."
Kelvin palmed her cheek. "Do you trust her?"
"With my life."
No reply came after that but a gentle teasing kiss that lasted for less than a second. Kelvin took off his shirt, she bit the inside of her lips when his hands lowered to his buckle. Her husband had never changed in front of her. She took a careful step back but a glare from him kept her feet rooted to the floor.
"Do you want to see?"
There was a challenge in his voice, she wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. She stuck her chin in the air. "Do you want to show me?" she retorted.
Her breath stuck in her throat when Kelvin pulled off his trousers. The white singlet contrasted with his black briefs and she could see the defined contour of his manhood. If this was any indication of size, then he was huge. Too big in her opinion. The distance between them was so small if she stretched her hand, she could touch him. The knowledge frightened and excited her but the fear was greater.
A great need to flee the room settled on her. Kelvin tugged on the waistband of his briefs and she screamed, "Stop." He arched a perfect brow. "What are you doing?" Her hands were out in front of her to stop him. They engaged in a battle of stares, she realised he wasn't backing out when he took a formidable step forward. She needed to do something, say something before it got worse. "I need to check the soup."
"What soup?" he asked.
"The soup."
Another step forward, he was closing in on her now. The lack of distance put Leila on edge. She might have started this game but she was done playing. "You didn't cook, Leila. What soup are you talking about?"
She didn't have an answer to that because he was right. Kelvin pushed one end of his briefs down, she caught a glimpse of the V lines and tuft of brown hair.
"Stop it, Kev."
A dare crept into his eyes. He smirked and pulled the other side down. His dick was not yet out in the open but she suspected it would be visible after another tug.
"Stop what, Leila?"
Her heart was beating faster. She rushed out her words. "You know what I'm talking about." Her eyes lowered below his waist. If she had known her husband was this insane, she would never have dared him. "I didn't mean it. Kev," she yelled after another gentle tug on his briefs. "Okay. You win. You win, Kev. I don't want to see."
Leila might as well have been talking to a door. Another yelp escaped her when he caressed his bulge, she slapped her hand over her eyes and ran out of their bedroom. The sound of his laughter followed her but she didn't stop running until she was in the kitchen.