Page 23 of Cutthroat

As he lathered the harsh soap on the paper towel and washed his private parts, he wanted to forget about the wild sex, choking, and spit swapping that heand his sister-in-law exchanged. But the erection he was sporting let him know that forgetting the moment would not be easy.

“I don’t even want her. Why am I so hard?” Jermaine asked himself. “How could I be dumb enough to fuck Envy in Eden’s car. I lied to my wife so I could use her car to have sex with her sister. What the fuck was I thinking?” Jermaine chastised himself.

He didn’t want to think about Envy, but he couldn’t help it. Envy had hopped on his dick and owned it. With every thrust he made; she made sure to meet his strokes like a professional. Allowing his tip to pulverize her G spot. Sending shockwaves through his body that he never knew were possible.

Jermaine closed his eyes as he remembered how Envy shook and expelled her love juice all over his clothes and Eden’s back seat. While Envy was on his dick, he was in Heaven. He hated to admit it, but Envy knew how to please him.

“You can go back to your wife now,”Envy smirked as she climbed off Jermaine’s ejaculating dick. She didn’t bother pulling her dress down nor did she assist in cleaning the evidence of their betrayal. It wasn’t her car or her husband to be concerned with.

“Evil bitch,” Jermaine said to himself as he replayed Envy’s cruel act. By the time he had gatheredhimself, Envy was gone. Her car was nowhere to be seen.

“This is some bullshit,” He mumbled.

He didn’t understand Envy. She skated through life intentionally hurting people that had never done anything to hurt her. It was as if she got a sick thrill from causing her loved one’s pain.

“But aren’t you doing the same thing?”

As soon as the thought entered his head, Jermaine knew he couldn’t point any fingers at Envy. Eden had not deserved this type of betrayal, he knew it. Yet he had done it and enjoyed it. The thought of being like Envy made him sick to his already weak stomach. Now that the act was over, thinking of what he and Envy just did made Jermaine physically sick. It didn’t matter that his dick was hard, he felt queasy.

“Shake it off. This was the last time. You blocked that bitch’s number, shampooed the carpets in the car and wiped off the backseat. Thank God the Jeep has leather seats. I’m done with this foul shit before Eden finds out,” Jermaine told himself.

He was confident in what he was saying because he had no idea that Eden had seen every sexual act shared between him and her sister in real time. Touching his sweatpants, Jermaine confirmed that the hand dryer had dried the excretions. Exiting therestroom, Jermaine made peace with his actions. He was on the verge of making things right.

The scent of wild sex and cum could not be detected when Jermaine climbed into Eden’s Jeep. He silently thanked God that there was no telltale sign that just an hour ago, the Wagoneer had been a sex dungeon. Jermaine turned the volume of the radio down so he could work through the thoughts in his head.

“Ma, I wish you were here. I really wish I could talk to you. I’ve needed your advice so badly in the past twenty-three years. I’m married now. My wife’s name is Eden, you would’ve really liked her. I have a real good woman, but for some reason, I keep fucking my marriage up.

We split up a few months ago and I was going insane without her. After a few months, we got back together. I thought that time apart scared me straight, but it didn’t. Like a fool, I did the same shit again. I don’t even know why,” Jermaine sighed.

As a child, after he sighed, he knew this would be the moment where his mother would say, “God never puts more on us than we can handle,” Foolishly he waited to hear those words, but sadly it never came. The absence of her voice made the pain in his chest feel as brutal as the day he watched her being murdered.

“Damn Ma, you’re really gone. I just wish you could give me some sort of sign to let me know you’re ok and guide me in the right direction. I don’t know what to do next,”

“Nothing says, I love you, like a bouquet of freshly picked cut roses. Show the lady in your life how much you love her with a personalized Bouquet of Love,”

The ad on the radio nearly made Jermaine jump through the windshield. Fear made him jerk the wheel so hard that he nearly hit the car in the opposite lane. He laughed nervously as he gained control of his senses.

“If Eden hadn’t already put her Wagoneer in the shop twice due to the radio’s volume increasing by itself, I’d think you were trying to tell me something Ma. I mean I did ask for a sign,” Jermaine laughed as he tried to calm his nerves.

The radio had successfully scared the shit out of him. Whether a simple technological malfunction or a sign from the other side, Jermaine couldn’t deny that good advice was good advice.

The floral shop was less than a mile away on the next exit. Using the Bluetooth connection, Jermaine called out for Siri to call, The Wife.

“Bonjour, you’ve reached Eden Merci Shelton. I’m unavailable.”

“Why is the call going to voicemail?” Jermaine thought. He knew she hadn’t left home because his ADT app didn’t show any movement. At the sound of the beep, Jermaine left a message.

“Hey Edy, why is your phone going to voicemail? I’m on the way home. Do you want me to grab something to eat since you aren’t feeling well? I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. I’ll see you in a little bit,” Jermaine said as he pulled in front of the flower shop.

Jermaine exited the Wagoneer, entered the flower shop and instantly wanted to leave. The sweet scent of roses, petunias, and other floral scents that Jermaine couldn’t identify attacked his sinuses, making his eyes water, nose itch, and a flurry of sneezes began.

“Bless you. First time in a flower shop, Huh?” The older woman, whose name tag read, Madge, asked as she handed Jermaine a box of Kleenex.

“Thank you and yes, it is. I’m assuming the chronic sneezing gave that fact away,” Jermaine joked as he accepted the soft tissue.

“The sneeze chorus gives it away every time. What can I put together for you?” Madge asked.

“Well, I don’t know. Like you said, this is my first time needing an actual bouquet. I normally buy flowers from Publix or Edible Arrangements. But it’smy anniversary. I wanted to do something special,” Jermaine lied.

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