As I crawl onto the king-size bed, I feel him climbing behind me. Both of his firm hands gripping my hips, and his head lowering down. His lips latch onto my neck and a soft moan escapes my lips as I feel his hands squeezing my breasts. The silent room soon becomes filled with the erotic sounds of us pleasuring each other.

I soon lie down and he gently opens my legs wanting access between them. I give him the signal as I grab his neck and pulling him down to meet my mouth.

"Shit, Aubrey," he moans as his tip teases my opening.

"God, Ken, I want you inside of me," I pant as I feel him adjust himself closer.

"We can still back out of this, Aubrey," he groans.

"No we can't, Ken. Put yourself inside of me," I insist, and soon feel him stretching me to my limit as he thrust himself deep inside of me.

"Fuck," he moans as he thrust his hips.

"Oh god, don't stop, Ken. Keep going," I pant as my hips violently thrust to meet his rhythm.

"Shit, Aubrey, you feel so damn good. I am having a hard time holding back," he moans. My lust filled eyes look up at him and I grin as I wrap my legs around him, forcing him to go deeper and harder.

"Oh my god, Ken," I moan as my hands tightly grip the sheets.

"Shit, Aubrey, I am about to, fuck," he moans as he releases himself.

"Wow!" I say with a grin. He rolls over on his back and smiles.

"I knew I would not be able to last lover after you wrapped your legs around me."

"Who says we're done?" I ask as I place my head on his chest.

"Well, certainly not me. Are you sure you want to go for round two, Aubrey?" 

"Yes, Ken. We're not done."

Kendall's POV*

"This is so much better than I could have hoped for. I seriously couldn't have planned this all by myself. I think it's time to plant that seed in Cruz's mind," I say as I grin while watching the video on my cell phone and knock on his door.

"God, Kendall, what the hell are you doing here this late at night?" He asks as after opening the door. I grin as I push my way in.

"Cruz, I'm here because there is something very important I need to talk to you about."

"What the hell could be so important, wait, is it Mateo, is he okay?" He asks with concern in his voice.

"This is the first time you have called our son by his name, Cruz. And this is the first time you have shown any concern for him."

"Of course I'm concerned, Kendall. I won't hold him responsible for the horrible choices we chose to make. Now, tell me, Kendall, is Mateo alright?"

"Yes, Cruz, our son is fine. This is about Aubrey and Ken."

"What, Kendall? Why the hell are you here to talk about my wife and my best friend?"

"First, I want to make it clear I'm not lying, just like I wasn't lying about you being Mateo's father. I have proof."

"Kendall, it's nearly midnight, I'm exhausted. Will you please get to the reason why you're here?" he insists. I reach in my pocket and pull out my cell phone and push play. The sounds of moaning soon catch his attention.

"Looks like your wife isn't so innocent after all, Cruz. And look, she chose to have an affair with your best friend.

"There is no way, this can't be happening. My wife is having sex with my so called best friend. Fuck no," I step next to him and whisper in his ear.

"Really makes you wonder how long they have been going behind your back and having a good laugh at your expense, huh? It also makes me wonder about who is Braylee's real father," I whisper and notice the uncertain expression on his face. He steps back and the look of rage soon forms in his eyes.

"Dear god. No, Aubrey would never lie to me about something like that, Kendall."

"Okay, if you say, Cruz. But, did you ever think she would lie to you about having a heated affair with your best friend? There is no denying your wife isn't so innocent after all. Look at them, Cruz. Maybe it is possible your daughter may not be your daughter after all."

"Oh my god, please no. Braylee is my daughter. Just stop with this bull shit, Kendall."

"I think maybe you should have a long conversation with Aubrey, Cruz. Just like you insisted on having a DNA test with Mateo, maybe you should consider doing the same thing with Braylee. There will be no doubts then." 

"I just can't see Aubrey lying to me about my daughter. She wouldn't."

"Or would she? You need to at least consider the fact Aubrey's been playing you all this time. And she's been lying to you all of these years. Maybe she never wore that halo after all like you seem to think she did. Maybe she just hid her horns extremely well, Cruz."

"My wife isn't evil, Kendall," he snaps as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Doesn't look like she's that perfect angel you think she is, Cruz. Maybe it's time to open your eyes and see her for the liar she clearly is. Just maybe, Cruz, your wife and best friend lied about your daughter. You can either keep your head buried in the sand, or you can find out who shares Braylee's blood. You know how to find out," I say as I send the video to his phone.

"I refuse to believe Ken is Braylee's father."

"Well, that's your choice. Can you live having doubts?" I ask him before leaving him and his doubts.

"No way. Oh god, Aubrey would never lie to me, not about me being Braylee's father."

"There's only one way to find out. A way that will leave no doubts, Cruz."

Friday*

"Hi, daddy," Braylee smiles. I lift her up and carry her to her room."

"Hi, baby girl. Braylee, I have your Dora movie ready. I need you to stay in here while I go in there and talk with mommy, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

"Cruz, you better not make me regret bringing Braylee here for the weekend."

"Oh my, no, Aubrey. I wouldn't dream of making you regret bringing our daughter to me for the weekend. That will give you and my so called best friend more time to stab me in the back, right? God forbid you two having to put your fuck fest on hold."

"What, Cruz? What the hell is wrong with you?" She asks me. I hold up the video. She soon gasps and her body begins to tremble. Beads of sweat soon form on her face.

"Cruz, where the hell did you get this video?"

"Does it matter where I got it, Aubrey? What is this to you, pay back? You have been insisting on me signing the divorce papers, refusing to even give me a chance to make up for betraying you, and here all along it's you that's been betraying our family."

"What? Cruz, I haven't been betraying you or anyone."

"Forgive me for having my doubts, Aubrey. Especially after seeing you and my best friend screwing like animals in heat."

"How dare you, Cruz."

"How dare I? Yes, I screwed up, I had an affair, but not with your best friend. Son of a bitch, Ken and I have been best friends for many years. Shit, out of all the men in the world, you just  decided to screw my best friend?"

"I'm taking Braylee out of here, Cruz."

"Like hell you are, Aubrey. You want to go out there and screw Ken? Go for it. But I will not allow Braylee be a witness to mommy and Ken play hide the beef and I will never allow that back stabbing bastard play daddy to my daughter."

"Cruz, Braylee is also my daughter, you have no right  keeping my daughter from me."

"Is that a confession, Aubrey?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Cruz? A confession to what?"

"To who Braylee's real father is, Aubrey?"

"What, Cruz?"

"I'm getting a DNA test done on me and Braylee. Damn you for doing this, Aubrey. Here, I signed the divorce papers. Our marriage is now over," I snap as I slam the papers down on the table in front of her.

"Do you really believe I would lie to you about you being Braylee's father, Cruz?"

"I would never believe you would be capable of screwing my best friend, Aubrey, but there you are in the same bed we used to make love to each other with Ken, my best friend rutting like farm animals," I growl. She steps towards me doubling up her fist. I fall back over the chair after her fist makes a hard contact with my jaw.

"Fine. You believe whatever the hell you want to believe, I no longer give a damn. I am going in there and getting Braylee," she snaps. I jump up blocking her.

"And I told you, you are not taking Braylee."

"Cruz, damn it, I'm warning you."

"My lawyer will be in contact with your lawyer. I want custody of Braylee."

"Over my dead body, Cruz."