~Angela's POV~
I stared at the ceiling of our sleek downtown apartment, the city lights flickering through the windows like distant promises.
Five years.
That's how long Darius and I had been married, and tonight was supposed to be special... our anniversary dinner. But as I lay here in our king-sized bed, the sheets tangled around my legs from another frustrating night, I couldn't shake the gnawing ache between my thighs. Darius snored softly beside me, his broad chest rising and falling, oblivious to the fire he'd failed to ignite again.
It wasn't that he didn't try. Darius was handsome, all six-foot-three of him, with that chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes that had swept me off my feet back in college.
But in bed?
God, it was like he was reading from a script written by someone
