Eye for an Eye by Dwayne S. Joseph

unfaithful. They were taken men, yet with their looks, their virility and their charm, they had the ability to make a woman say to hell with her wedding rings and the fact that they would simply be regarded as just the other woman or in many cases, just an easy lay. The Ryans of the world got off on that.
    I stared at Ryan as he lay back on the bed propped up by his elbows. Tall, chocolate with a sculpted physique. His sister-in-law had claimed that his body and his I-love-me-some-me attitude had no effect on her. That she’d never given in to any of his advances. Shante was either an in-the-closet lesbian or she’d flat-out lied.
    Marlene had said that there were still good men in the world. That not all of them were lying, unfaithful, or abusive assholes. Not all of them were Ryans. I know there was truth to that. After all, one good man had rescued me from a rainstorm and saved my life. But as far as I was concerned, men like that were few and far between.
    I said, “Too bad for her.”
    He shrugged again. “It’s her loss and your gain.”
    â€œMy gain? Are you implying that I’ll want more?”
    Ryan gave my naked body the once-over, bit down on his bottom lip a little as his eyes narrowed into an animalistic glare, and gave me a Terrance Howard–laced smile. “You’re forgetting about my uncanny ability.”
    Ryan had game. I would give him that.
    Lisette Jones would have fallen for the arrogance. She would have found the smiles, the looks, the style, the body, and the very good dick appealing and addictive. Ryan’s game would have roped her in and then fucked her whole head up.
    Ryan looked at me as though I was as pitiful as the long dead and buried Lisette Jones or the countless other pathetic women he’d played before. He looked at me as though I’d already been caught up in his web. He had game and uncanny abilities, but I had them too. And my abilities were going to cost him.
    I bent down and picked up my matching black Victoria’s Secret thong and bra, which had been discarded hastily along with the rest of our clothing as we’d made our way to the bed.
    â€œYou’re leaving?” Ryan asked.
    I slid into my thong. Put my bra on. Grabbed my white shirt and black slacks. I said, “Yes.”
    Ryan frowned ever so slightly. He was trying to hide his disappointment. He’d thoroughly expected there to be a round two before we parted. “I was hoping you’d stay for a little bit.”
    I put my shirt and pants on, then went to the mirror across from the bed. “I have somewhere to go.”
    â€œAt one-thirty in the morning?”
    I looked at Ryan through the glass. His eyes had taken a darker turn. I said, “I’m not sure who you’re talking to, but your frigid wife is at home.” My tone was sharp, biting, no-nonsense.
    Ryan’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just thought that what happened between us was damn good. Though, it was something we could and, shit, should do again. You may not want to admit it, but I know you do too.”
    I pulled out my Lipglass, not lipgloss, from my purse. Wet, Wild, Wonderful by M•A•C. Bronze gold in color. My favorite one in their collection. I turned and faced him.
    Tall. Chocolate. And a very good dick.
    He was right.
    The sex had been damn good.
    I thought about feeling it again. I still had a few days before the ruse ended, and I would fuck up his world. Still had a few days to be pounded, to be fucked. Not a necessity, but a perk.
    I let my eyes roam over his defined chest, his thick arms.
    I thought about it.
    But again, I had game too, and part of my game was to make them yearn for more.
    I said, “Another time . . . another place.”
    â€œDo you still have my card?” he asked, his voice heavy with disappointment.
    No need to lie. I said, “I do.”
    Ryan smiled. “Good. Use it this time.”
    I