Page 40 of Downfall

I kick off my shoes, walk through the house to where his office is located. I don’t think he actually does any work there. I think it’s another powerplay. Another part of the image he’s constructed for how he wants the world to view him. The great Paris Blumenfeld.

But a noise makes me pause.

It’s a woman’s voice. Only she’s not speaking. She’s moaning.

I narrow my eyes listening and then I hear him grunting.

No. Surely not?

I push the door open and they’re there, her sprawled naked over his desk on her stomach and his body over hers.

I don’t know who she is but she shrieks in shock when she sees me and Paris just smirks.

She tries to move. Tries to hide herself. Only his body is holding her in place. I see his hand wrap around her throat. She jerks more but his grip is too tight. And I know that grip. I know it only too well.

“Hello wife.” He says.

The woman mutters something incomprehensible.

I don’t know what to say. I just stand there, watching my husband fuck another woman because he hasn’t stopped. He’s still thrusting away, not giving a shit that I can see everything.

“You really are something.” I mutter.

He laughs. Pulling her up more at an angle so I can see all of her as well. She’s beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect curves. I can see why he wanted her.

“What’s the matter Rose? You always complain when it’s me fucking you? Thought you’d be happy if I found someone else to warm our bed.” He taunts.

“If that’s what you want fine.” I say stepping back.

“Fine?” He snarls. “Fine? Perhaps I should get her pregnant.” He says. “Fill this bitch up.”

I roll my eyes. I still don’t know why I’m here, why I haven’t just walked away.

“It would be a fine lesson to you and your family. That this common slut can bear my children but you, my poor excuse for a wife is apparently barren.”

“Fuck you.” I snap going to leave.

He laughs slamming his body into her harder. I can’t even tell if she’s enjoying it or hating it from the shrieks she’s making.

“That’s it.” He shouts loud enough for me to hear. “Come for me. Show my wife how she’s meant to behave.”

I rush down the stairs, I can’t be in this house, I can’t be anywhere near him. I’m not even mad about him cheating. He’s done it before. Countless times. It’s just the reality of this situation. The fact thatthisis my life.

I grab the lead, scoop Bella up and we’re out with a slam of the door. I’ll find a café to hide in. Somewhere with a garden.

I can’t go to the park because that would tip the scales so far I don’t think I’d ever come back from it.

Roman

Calvin Milkos always thought he was a big shot.

And I guess in a way he is up until today. He owns this city, only the minions far beneath him are blissfully unaware. He drives around in his chauffeured cars, in his million dollar suits, and he ensures Darius and every other official, every cop, every judge does exactly what he wants.

He’s a leech. One that’s been draining this city for decades. Between him and Darius they’ve turned this place into a mob town.

I stand to the side, dressed as a server, watching as he devours his dinner. He doesn’t look at us. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but his meal right now.

He’s a fat, greedy bastard in every aspect of his life.

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