Page 50 of Someone Like You

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

“You’ve stayed here all this time. What’s changed now?”

“I have a place.”

“Are you seriously leaving?”

“I told you that I was when the divorce was finalized.”

“You promised my father you would stay here in the house.”

“I did, but it’s become unbearable. You had to know the way you’ve made my life miserable since then that I would leave.”

“But you never did. I thought you were having a tantrum about our different positions on having a child.”

“No, Beth. I’m just ready to move on with my life.”

“And what about me, Cas?”

“What about you, Beth? You’ve got everything that you ever wanted.”

“I didn’t have a happy marriage.”

“That’s because you weren’t interested in a happy marriage.”

I regretted the words the moment that I spoke them. I knew that look in her eyes and the way she leaned against the doorway. Beth’s fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, and she slowly unhooked each one. She licked her lips as she sauntered into the bedroom.

“Listen, just go to bed.”

“Why can’t I go to bed with my husband?” she asked as she unclasped her bra and displayed perfectly pert titties.

Beth had always been a beautiful woman, and though she was tiny, she was shapely. She knew how to woo a man, and she was the epitome of a sexy siren. She wielded sex as a weapon and used it to control me at her whim.

When she walked up to me and reached for my zipper, I pushed her hand away. She looked hurt, but only briefly as she grabbed it again and then tried to jerk it down. I gripped her wrist and squeezed it tightly until she cried out, “You’re hurting me.”

“Leave.”

She released my hand and then kneeled before me. Her hands gripped my thighs, and her mouth hovered only inches from my erection. Though my mind said no, my body growled yes. It had been four months since I last had sex. And then only because she decided to use it as another method of control. That time she had wanted me to attend a fundraising luncheon.

Beth dished out sex the way the mother of toddlers dished out snacks to quiet her rambunctious kids. I was done being her toy.

“Stop, Beth,” I grunted out.

I needed to feel her on me. My body desired to have her and to release the nut that hung low but demanded to rise and spew out.

Her fingers expertly pulled my zipper down, and before I knew it, she had my dick in her mouth. I was lost and weak. I grabbed her face and pumped into her mouth repeatedly, fast, and hard until my semen spewed down her throat.

Beth smiled up at me and asked, “Was that so hard?”

The disgust that I felt about her and my actions coursed through me, and it forced me to reach down and lift her. She giggled, mistaking my movement for affection. I carried her out of the room and down the hallway to the main master suite.

“You’re coming back to our bedroom,” she whispered as she kissed my neck.

As I stepped over the threshold of the room we once shared, Beth rested her head against my chest. I tossed her onto the bed and glared at her. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and grabbed a few singles.

“The next time I need a whore, I’ll call a professional escort. Thank you for your services,” I snarled and tossed the dollar bills at her.

I turned around and left the room just as she threw something at the door and screamed bloody murder. I knew there was no way that I would get rest tonight. She immediately came after me, shouting and hitting me. I grabbed the few bags I had managed to pack, along with my keys, my wallet, and my phone, and I headed to the garage.

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