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not her.”
    Renee placed her right elbow on the arm of the chair and held her chin in her hand. “I don’t know what I would do if…if it were me. I mean, Jackson and I have problems, but I never figured infidelity was one of them.”
    Aria leaned forward and placed a “don’t fuck with me” expression on her face. “Well, if I walked in on Kingston cheating on me, I would walk right on outta there and come back with nine reasons why both of they ass shoulda been more careful.”
    Jaime and Renee both laughed at their young friend as she used her hand to mimic a gun. Aria was a chameleon and could change her demeanor to meet the situation. It was mostly the dignified wife of a doctor, but at times the little girl raised in Newark and not taking any shit came out with much too much ease.
    Jaime waved her hand dismissively again as the manicurist entered the room quietly and stooped to prepare the chocolate concoction for her feet. “Well, things couldn’t be better between Eric and me. Marriage is tough, but thankfully we have a strong one and I feel blessed. I really do,” she lied, hiding the truth behind a bright and continually fake smile as she slid her feet into the marble bowl.
     
    Aria looked down to study her freshly polished toes as they walked down the short hall to their private room for coconut massages. As soon as they stepped inside, the sweet but subtle scent of the coconut milk that would be drizzled over their bodies was intoxicating. She allowed herself a deep inhale as they all removed their robes and laid their naked bodies down on their individual massage tables. The feel of the crisp cotton pressed against her skin made her sigh as her masseur covered her to the waist with another sheet.
    Aria bit her bottom lip as she thought of Jaime’s declaration of her terrific marriage during their mani-pedis. Something about it irked her. Something about their constant perfection always irked her. “Jaime. Question. If a marriage is good, does that mean a wife should sit and act like the other shoe might not fall?”
    “Where’s the trust in that?” Jaime asked.
    Aria lifted her head from the table and looked over at Jaime on her left. “There’s a thin line between trust and stupidity,” she said as the masseur gently guided her head back down with one hand as he began the firm massage to her back, neck, and shoulders with heated stones. God, this shit feel soooo good.
    “Well, without trust, the line between being married and being divorced is even thinner,” Jaime shot back in a holier-than-thou tone.
    “I think you’re both right,” Renee joined in from Aria’s right.
    Aria rolled her eyes. “I am married to a prominent, wealthy black doctor who is fine…matter of fact, fine as hell. Single women stay on the prowl for those endangered species,” she said matter-of-factly, with her eyes closed as she fought to find the relaxation of the massage. “God forbid the wrong bitch with tits and ass for days puts him in a corner, his ass just might come out. Y’all feel me?”
    “So you don’t trust your husband around any single woman?”
    That came floating over from her right.
    Aria cocked a shaped eyebrow. “I don’t trust him around anything that pees sitting down.”
    Jaime coughed as if to clear her throat. “What about Jessa?” she asked slyly.
    Aria tensed at the question. “What about her?”
    “She’s got tits and ass for days. How you know she’s not fucking your man?” Jaime asked calmly.
    Now watch me fix her ass , Aria thought as the hot stones were pressed deeply into her lower back with just the right amount of firmness. “I guess the same way you know she ain’t fucking yours,” she said with equal calm.
    Renee moaned in disapproval. “Ladies, Jessa Bell is our friend—our best friend—and she’s not sleeping with any of our men.”
    Aria opened her eyes and playfully turned her nose up at Jaime, who in turn winked. “Jessa knows better.”
    Jaime