It was a Friday night. Everybody has enough common sense to know that the day that welcomes in the weekend was made for going out.

Like clockwork, your friends text you, inviting you out to spend the night with them; and of course you say yes. You didn’t spend long picking out an outfit. A short, black, leather material skort, a white, sleeveless top, black, leather, knee-high heeled boots, and every pretty piece of silver jewelry you could find. Simple, but fly.

You walked down the stairs, heels clicking down every wooden step, to find your husband man spread on the coach. Black sweatpants. Shirtless; just how you liked him. But you liked going out almost just as much.

When he sees you, his eyes open wide and he immediately shoots up from the couch. “Where the you goin’ looking like that?” Tyleek walks up to you, sternly brining a hand up to your neck, thumb pressed against your throat. “Who the you trynna look so sexy for, hm?” he whispers low, dark eyes undressing you entirely.