Page 95 of Love Me in the Dark
Sighing, I reached down and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
My teeth ground at the name displayed on the screen. Why the fuck was my wife calling? She knew I was at work.
Taking my anger out on Bill, I violently shoved more of my length in his mouth and answered the phone. “What do you want?”
“Are you coming to the doctors?”
I had completely forgot about that.
Glancing down at my watch, I asked, “what time is the appointment?”
“2:30.”
That was less than an hour away.
“I’ll be on my way in ten minutes.” I I looked down into Bill’s desperate eyes. “I’m almost finished here.”
“Don’t take too long fucking your assistant.” My wife hissed.
“That’s a good idea.” I hissed back at her. “Maybe I’ll come back and fuck her after.”
With that, I hung up.
I hated my wife. If it wasn’t for our son Micha I would’ve gotten rid of her a long time ago. She was currently pregnant with our second child and as much as I loathed being around her, I didn’t want to miss anything. Becoming a father was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Now for these two.
“I want you to remember what my cock tastes like Bill. The next time you fuck with me, I’ll shove it in your ass.”
I pulled my dick out of his mouth and tapped my palm on his cheek. “Now be a good boy.” Then to drive the nail in further I leaned in close to June and whispered, “explore your options with other men sweet June. They’ll be the only ones that can satisfy you.”
And just like that, I broke up a fifteen year marriage.
No one fucked with the king of kings.
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Cheyenne
13 years ago
Stress was something everyone had. It started when we were kids worried about the boogeyman in our closet, then moved onto school and grades. Some people felt that swirling anxious pit heavier than others, but it was still there.
The reasoning behind that awful feeling was different for everyone. Will Jim get promoted over me? Am I going to be late to work? Are we going to make the mortgage payment this month? For me there was only one question that made those nerve-wracking jitters crawl across my skin.
Are Mom and Dad coming over today?
More specifically my mother.
The tick in the back of my mind started as I watched Mama waltz down the driveway.
She was a true southern belle. Every step she made was a graceful glide. Her look was nothing short of perfect. Not one hair was out of place in her tight blonde bun, nor was she wearing a single thing that didn’t match her outfit. The simple white dress had just a touch of pink that was accentuated by the shade painted on her nails and high heels on her feet.
It didn’t surprise me that she was all done up to come and visit her daughter, just like it didn’t surprise me when she sneered at mine.
“Shelby, honey, don’t play in grease.”
My beautiful daughter wasn’t the girly type that Mama made me into. Shelby would much rather poke at an engine with her Pop Pop, than have a tea party or get dressed up for a pageant. Then again no four-year-old wanted to be in a pageant. Trust me I’d been there, and there was nothing fun about them.
