Page 37 of The Filth Kings II

I reread the news heading over and over, and asked myself how they kept the person responsible anonymous. Impurity was considered dead to the world so who did he put in place to have it rebuilt? I took in a deep breath and released it then hopped out of bed. On the way to the bathroom, I thought about Detavio, things were off between us. I could tell that there was so much that he wanted to say to me but didn’t.

He avoided me around the house like I had a disease. Although I started to feel more like myself, I missed Detavio. I owed him an apology; I hated feeling like it was his duty to protect me, especially if he truly didn’t want me here. It’s been over two weeks and all we had was small conversation; hi and bye’s.

I also noticed that the women on the other wing of his house weren’t as talkative. There weren’t many left either, one of the women told me that most of them left because Detavio had no use for them. He was down to two women; I didn’t know their named and didn’t care to know. Maylee came over three times out of the week and even her attitude had shifted with me. I missed her but didn’t give a damn about her not liking me anymore.

I never connected with Maylee on a deeper level other than sex. Maylee probably thought she had one up on me since her and Detavio was now considered business partners. She was the head bitch in charge of his company. Today I planned on presenting Detavio with an idea to step back into his rightful place as CEO. I hated that the world had the wrong perception about him.

I’ve been bored without blogging and posting but I had to take a step away from being on social media and running my accounts. The whole thing with Impurity and aborting my baby had me spiraling out of control mentally. I uploaded a new video last week to shut everyone up about Detavio doing something bad to me.

After I showered and fixed my hair into a high ponytail, I slipped on a white maxi dress and walked out of the guest bedroom. That was another thing that I wanted to change after today, having to sleep on the far end of Detavio’s house. The problem was I wanted him but was hesitant to communicate that. I was scared of rejection, in fear of him turning me down in the worse way after everything I put him through kept me at bay.

Soon as I reached his room door, I heard wet sounds, slurping, moaning, and a couple of gags. His voice sounded strained, like he was in pain. I opened the door up and froze at the entrance as I watched Maylee’s naked ass on her knees. Her head bobbed in his lap wildly; my mouth watered momentarily at her fingers playing in her own wetness between her thighs.

Apart of me wanted to join but the other half wanted to beat Maylee’s ass. I didn’t know why. I guess it was jealousy, being that she had access to Detavio in the same way that I wanted access in.

“Excuse me,” I stated a little too loud, my voice sounded bitter as it sliced through the room.

Maylee’s head jerked up, she turned toward me with shiny lips and a smug ass look. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then sat back on her butt.

“You’re not supposed to be in here, so I guess you’re excused.” She rolled her eyes.

My brows creased as I looked over at Detavio who held his dick in his hand and grunted out in pain. He needed to release and couldn’t think straight.

“I’m not supposed to be here?” I laughed as I stepped all the way inside of the room that I didn’t plan on leaving out of anytime soon.

“You’re the extra, don’t start getting delusional around this bitch just because him and I had a hiccup.” I crossed my arms across my chest.

“Maylee.” Detavio’s deep voice boomed throughout the room.

“Get back here.” He continued as he avoided my gaze.

“NO!” Her voice elevated as she stood up.

“I’ve never been the extra! I run shit and keep things afloat! I always got his back rather you’re here or not! You broke his fucking heart, killed his baby! It’s hard for a man like Detavio to even get a woman pregnant with his condition because of how thick his nut is! You robbed him at a chance of being a fucking father! Then you’re stupid ass hides the fact that his evil ass dad is alive! You shouldn’t fuckin’ be here and you know it, bitch!” Maylee spat.

Her face turned red as she stepped to me like she wanted to square up. Bare-ass naked, titties bouncing, her eyes narrowed like she had some type of right to talk about the baby that I actually wanted.

“He don’t want your ass anymore! You just don’t want to accept?—”

“MAY—LEE!” Detavio cut her off, but it was too late.

My hand connected with her face before I even knew I moved. She stumbled back into him until she hit the bed with a loud gasp. Seconds later, she lunged at me. We hit the floor hard, as her nails scratched at my face. I punched her hard in the ribs then we started to roll around as I tried my best to beat her ass for all the shit she talked to my face.

“Get the fuck off of her!” I heard Detavio yell, but I didn’t know who the fuck his dumb ass was talking to.

I felt his hands rough and urgently grabbing at me; we rolled over again and she was on top of me. Before she could land a hit, Detavio yanked her off of me. She kicked and screamed as he picked her off of her feet.

“That stupid bitch hit me first, Detavio!” She cried as my chest heaved.

Instantly, I started to feel bad as I noted her busted lip and bruised pretty face.

“Get the fuck out!” He tossed her toward the door.

“Detavio, baby, please! Kick this bitch out! She fuckin’ hurt you, how many nights you confided in me and cried to me over this bitch!” Maylee started to sob.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him!” I defended myself with tears building up in my eyes.

“YOU DID!” They both said in union.

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