Tapping her nude heel at the sight of the empty bed – the exact place she expected to find her quary – Naomi glanced around the annoyingly empty room that was fit for a king. It showed signs of not being touched yet. No turned down bedspread, no personal affects –<br/><br/>The door to the room banged open and Naomi spun, screaming in surprise.<br/><br/>She wasn’t the only one, however. A woman’s scream echoed her own. The woman he was carrying, pushing against the bedroom door, on his way to obviously have a late afternoon tryst with the whore.<br/><br/>Naomi’s eyes narrowed. Her hands immediately went to her slim hips as she took in his half-naked and her disheveled state. A slow smile then began to form at her lips. The ones that were painted just the color he liked. The color that matched the bright red dress she was wearing. The one that hugged all her curves and showed off her blonde tresses, making them glow.<br/><br/>“Welcome home… Son.” She said menacingly. And then sucked her teeth at the bitch in his arms.<br/>