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one thing she was beginning to dread. Chase worked out for a living, keeping him in greater shape than the average person who worked a regular job. Yet despite how tired she was on any given occasion, keeping Chase happy sexually was a duty she couldn’t dare take for granted.
    Eve had already had her fair share of incidents involving groupies who were always willing, ready, and able to do anything she wasn’t. If Chase liked it orally, Eve took a class. When Chase had a fetish for strippers, Eve had a pole built in the bedroom and took a class. When Chase wanted to experiment with role-playing, Eve bought out a costume store and created her own little trick-or-treat closet to ensure his happiness. She even had a plastic surgeon on speed dial just in case Chase wanted her full Cs to become double Ds.
    “Daaaaaaamn!” Chase yelled after he reached his climax. “Baby, you’re the best.”
    Eve remained silent and nodded her head. Not only was Chase well endowed, the tightening of her back left her far too sore to speak.
    “You all right?” he questioned as he pulled her close.
    Eve sat up and used her hands as rollers down her back. Her sigh was the only response that reminded him of her pain.
    “Awww, babe, I’m sorry. I completely forgot about your back. Your shit is so bomb that when you give it to me like you do, I guess I just explode. I’ve been missing it, you know.”
    “I know, baby. I’ll be all right. I wanted to give you what you wanted. It’s our anniversary.”
    “I’ve got something for you too, you know?” He smiled, shifting the sheets back in place.
    “Really?”
    “It’s a surprise, but trust me, you’re gonna like it.”
    “Hopefully more than you liked the watch I just gave you,” she complained. “Baby, you didn’t even look at it.”
    Eve watched as Chase retrieved the watch from the nightstand.
    “Aw, it’s cool. I like it,” he said, placing it back down, then stuffing his hands between her legs. “I just like this more.”
    “You’re impossible,” she laughed.
    “So what’s next, breakfast?”
    “You expect me to cook?” she asked sarcastically.
    “Well, after giving you all this good loving, a brotha sho’ is hungry.”
    Eve rolled out of their custom-made California king-sized bed, leaving Chase to rest and reminisce about both the gifts she’d just given him. She knew he had an afternoon practice, which left her just enough time to prepare his favorite breakfast: an egg-white and spinach omelet, blueberry medley protein shake, plus a Chai soy latte to go. Although Chase insisted on hiring a chef for them during the season, Eve took her role as his wife very seriously. She was adamant about being very hands-on in her own house, especially on special occasions.
    Eve also had a strict no-attractive-female-staff-allowed policy that she wasn’t about to break. And for the female staff that was permitted to work in the house and on the grounds, Eve made surethat the prerequisite for each staffer would have to consist of a marriage with at least twenty years and two children attached. She knew the chances of any mature woman throwing away her marriage and forsaking her children’s feelings for a fling with her husband were virtually zero. Besides, Eve knew that Chase wouldn’t be at all interested in screwing someone that resembled or even slightly reminded him of his mother.
    She also made sure she was an excellent employer, paying attention to everything—birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, religious interests, and so on—and making certain that no occasion went unnoticed. She not only gave expensive gifts but made sure that each gift was both thoughtful and extremely personal to ensure her staff’s loyalty.
    On top of that, Eve also made sure that every paycheck to her staff bore her signature and not Chase’s. She even went as far as to amend their prenup to include a clause that stated in the event of a divorce, she could decide who, if anyone, could