Page 6 of The Right Woman

If I checked deep inside of myself, which I won’t, the dismissal by Daddy Don hurts worse than I care to admit.

When I hoist myself from my seat and onto the curb, I tap the roof of Neil’s car and thank him with an air kiss.

I lean heavily on the stair wall as I stumble up the old rickety wooden steps to my second story studio. The painted wood is cold on my bare feet.

Keys…

Keys! Fuck.

Gently tiptoeing to the window at the end of the hall, I dig my hand inside the faux bamboo tree to find a spare buried in the strings of plastic grass. Another swig from my victory bottle gives me the strength to shuffle back to my door and kick it open.

Freckles mewls like he hasn’t been fed indays, but his kibble is still sitting in the dish on the kitchen island. “And the one in the living room is still full, too. Ugh!”

He follows me and continues the dramatics while lacing between my legs as I step to the fridge. “Fine, fine, fine.”

After I scoop some leftover wet food into his bowls, I grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with the burning goodness. My mind is that comfortable level of numb, and the heat from the liquor makes me feel invincible. I untie my dress and let it fall off my naked body, then flop onto my sofa bed. The springs release aching groans in reply, similar to how I’m feeling.

The alcohol hasn’t killed my anger. It sits there, glowing like an ember waiting for enough oxygen to make it spark into flames. With a huff, I flip onto my back and text Tarin.

Me

hope daddy dildo knocks you up and won’t leave his wife for you

Tarin

U stole our tequila. You can’t come back here, Piper.

Me

no one wants your dusty old snatch anyway, T.

hope the abortion hurts

When I try to text her again in five minutes, it says undelivered…like she blocked me. The bitchblockedme.

I tip up the bottle until it flows onto my face. The hand wrapped around its neck falls onto the thin mattress as I close my eyes, nearing a serene level of blackout. I turn onto my side, just in case. Like I care so much about living. But I do have standards for how I want to go out and choking on my own vomit is not it.

As I succumb to that sweet surrender, my breathing shallow and apathetic, I have a troublesome thought.

I need to find the man in the mask and break him.

Chapter

Three

ADON

Thunder rattles my skull,along with the windows, when I wake. I should have stuck with one whiskey, but that rosy-haired minx left me high and dry. Had to get something other than my fingers wet.

Pink pussy stained my palms so much, I used it to jerk myself off at home. Sad and alone.

May as well do it again. With my hand covering my nose, I huff some leftover scent from her. I can’t tell if it’s imagined patchouli and vanilla, or if the smell is really there. Whatever it is makes my morning wood swell until it seeps a bead of pre-cum from the top.

Soft pillows greet my neck as I crane it back and grip my dick with the hand that was inside the brat’s cunt. My fingers strangle it as I beat myself off, anger rising that she ran away like she wasscared. She thought she was giving off big girl energy, but I see now that a daddy is exactly what she needs.

The thought of taking her over my knee and spanking her ass until the color matches her short strands makes my balls thud with impending release. If I find her again, I’m filling every hole she has while she screams and bucks and fights me off. I’ll savorit when she learns to obey. On her knees, waiting for my cum in her little mouth…

Beggingfor the release of her daddy’s seed close to her womb.

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