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Joshua
“And then Mirandatold me she was taking it all.Everything. That she’s going to bleed me dry. That raising the kids entitles her. Can you believe the fucking balls on thiswoman?”
Raphael isdrunk.
“And if she came to me I’d get it for her,” Lillian, one of the partners at my firm, interjects. She tips her champagne flute against her lips. “It’s a feminist issue. Women’s labor in the home isn’t valued like it should be. If it weren’t for the women behind the scenes, the men would have no opportunity to actually go out and compete on the openmarket.”
“You talk about the value of women’s labor and then have the nerve to mention the open market in the same breath.” Raphaelgrins.
“Yes, I do.” She laughs. “That’s what divorce attorneys are for. To ensure the equitable distribution ofassets.”
“Equitable? According towho?”
“According to whatever I can suck out of the other side’s portfolio for my client. Equitable doesn’t meanequal.”
Bored, I tip back the last of my scotch and put the glass on a passing cater-water’s tray. The girl has dark hair and bangs, but she’s shorter than Angela and her eyes are blue. Angela’s eyes are blue with specks of gold. I’ve been on edge since seeing her last night. I barely slept, spending most of my night inside my office with my eyes trained on my pool with a scotch in my hand. Try as I might, I couldn’t tear myself away from that sofa. Her scent lingered in the air and I breathed it in slowly as though to save it and when it became too much to bear I unfurled my cock from my pants and spread the precum that had been burning through it all evening up and down theshaft.
I closed my eyes and imagined she was in the room with me again, but this time there was nothing stopping me. The bikini top was now used to fashion a restraint around her wrists at the base of her spine and her lips were working overtime, tenderly sucking up and down the length of my cock. The restraint would be for my benefit — to remind me that in time I would be returning the same pleasure to her and she would have to beg me to take my mouth off her clit. Every time my cock would hit the back of her throat and she mewled at the salt hitting her there, I told her she was doing everything perfectly, my fingers playing in her dark hair. When I was close to spending my release I lifted her onto the sofa, spread her legs in the air and ate her pussy for hours, her arms still restrained behind her back and the soaked crotch of her bikini pulled to the side to frame her glistening lips on one side while my finger framed them on the other. When she cried because she couldn’t take anymore I guided my cock past her worn pussy lips and into the tight, silky depths, busting through her virginity in one slow, hard thrust. She screamed and I pulled her onto my lap to claim herinnocence.
“I thought you had to go through some kind of ethical vetting to become an attorney,” a girl in a bowtie says to her friend from beside me. I shuffle my fantasy to the back of the deck and approach her. “Isn’t there a character test orsomething?”
“Excuse me, miss. Is everything allright?”
The young woman’s gaze turns up to meetmine.
“Mr. Stevens,” she says, shocked. She is about to speak but there is some movement behind her that catches myeye.
My cock stiffens and my bloodrushes.
I’ve designed these events in the hope she would some day show up. That she would some day come knocking on the door with a tray of canapés and her bowtie and black tulle dress, having left California and come here, where she belongs. With me. For me to watch over her from a quietdistance.
Then she showed up yesterday and I realized that my vice had become more dangerous - because I was the forbidden fruit she wanted, too. I would no longer be able to live out the dangerous fantasy in my head. I could no longer be safe to care for her from afar. The thin line snapped lastnight.
Rafael stumbles back and his ass lands on the lawn, slick with dew. Angela’s big eyes find mine. Here she is, in her black dress and bowtie. I charge towardher.
“Did he do something toyou?”
I grab her upper arm. She nods confidently, her jaw clenched without shedding atear.
“He tried to grope myass.”
I grab Rafael by the collar and drag him toward the house. I’m vaguely aware of him yelling at me to let him go, but I’m on autopilot and I’m unthinking. Instead of passing through the house, I walk along the side until we are on my front lawn. I release his collar and he falters, hitting the groundagain.
I shout at him to get off my property in vague shapes of words that sound meaningless to me. Red is still vibrating in my peripheral vision. I turn around to go back to the party and check on Angela, but she’s standing right there, a few feet away from me, illuminated like an angel in the soft bluemoonlight.
“You finally came,” I say. “You’rehere.”
Her fingers play in the soft fabric of her dress and her eyes shine up atme.
“I’mhere.”
I’ve been a fool to push her away. I’ve spent so much time trying to move on from her, but all I’ve done is fill my life with work that I hate so I can win money for people who have more wealth than necessary to start with. I fight other peoples’ battles for scraps that add no value to this world and do nothing but make people cold and bitter and angry and greedy. I’ve surrounded myself with barracks of girls and an army of help and hoped that she would flitter into my life like the angel she is so I could watch her from afar when I should have been tracking her down and making hermine.
Seeing her here in exactly the way I’d wished is making me realize that it’s the farthest thing from what I want. I can’t fightanymore.
I’ve built a life for myself so my daughter would be provided for, but I am no longer proud of that life. Emily is an innocent in all of this, and I won’t have whispers about what I do with my life affect her. I will have to bring Angela away with me and start a new life withher.
She is the woman I need. I am the man sheneeds.
And tonight is thenight.
