Page 16 of Whatever He Wants
The reluctance in his voice is telling.Even he knows it’s a bad idea.We briefly stayed with his parents after my dad kicked me out, and those two weeks were the longest of my life.
Matt’s parents were the most miserable people I’d ever met, especially when they were in the same room.They were always fighting, and sometimes it got physical.Matt’s mother’s wails when his father hit her would make me tremble with terror, my hand crushing my phone with the emergency number already dialled.
But Matt was always unfazed.He said they had always been like that.She’s never gonna leave him, and she gives as good as she gets.He wasn’t wrong about that.I’d hear his father cry out in pain too.
Matt’s dad was also a creep.The bathroom door conveniently didn’t have a lock.On two separate occasions, while I was in the shower, he pretended not to know it was occupied and barged right in.He often made filthy comments about my body, even in front of his wife.I curl my upper lip, remembering the worst one.
I love a woman with hips like yours, honey.They’re the best fuck handles.I bet my son gets a real good hold on you when he’s bending you over.
“I would rather live in a dumpster than with your parents again.”
He huffs.“At least I’m offering options.All you’re doing is shooting them down.”
I straighten in my seat and glare at him.
“You wouldn’t have to be offering options if you had kept your wandering hands in your pockets.”
“You’re going to rub that in my face forever, huh?”
I barely stop myself from retorting,yes, because your actions are the reason why Isaac rubbed cum inmyface.Instead, I take a deep, calming, fortifying breath.
“Here’s what I think we should do—when Isaac comes home, we’ll go have a talk with him.You’ll apologize for what you did—”
He shakes his head.“Hell fucking no.I’m not going anywhere near him.If he sees me right now, I won’t even get a word out before he clocks me.”
“Isaac isn’t a violent person.”
“You told me he used to get in fights at school.”
That’s true.Gayle, Isaac’s mom, admitted he was a menace at school until he got an expulsion.Everything changed.He never got into another fight after that.She believed he worked hard to become a better person.That would explain why he’s always been so reserved and in control.I always thought that was inspiring, and I’ve held such a positive impression of Isaac that my admiration for him might even be a little unhealthy.
There’s a joke that if a guy does something horrible enough to make the news, his mother or sister would be the first to insist he’sa good boy.Even though Isaac broke the illusion today that he could do no wrong, that he’s perfectly capable of being bad, a part of me still thinks Matt is making Isaac sound worse than he actually is.
Then again, that evening when I was out in the backyard, cooling down from my argument with Matt about his recent job loss, I was surprised by how serious Isaac looked when he offered to hurt Matt for me.And looking back, when he came down to the basement today, he was most likely planning to get violent when he demanded to know Matt’s whereabouts.
Maybe Matt has legitimate reason to be afraid of Isaac.It’s probably better if he stays out of sight after all.Which means I’ll have to face him on my own.Oh god.I don’t know if I want to be alone with him.Not like I’m afraid of him.I’m just not looking forward to the awkwardness that will definitely exist after what happened between us.
Get on your knees and suck my cock.
The naughty scene that occurred an hour ago and just a few feet from where we’re sitting flashes through my mind.I’m naked and kneeling before Isaac, telling him how much I want to suck his cock and worshipping it with kisses, traitorous heat and wetness between my legs.
Warmth floods my face.
“Let’s forget about it for now,” I say to Matt, but it’s an order to myself too.
11
Denise
Playing a video game is the perfect distraction from the hammer hanging over our heads.It feels good to laugh and have fun with Matt instead of being angry with him.
When he pulls me into a congratulatory hug and kisses my cheek after I beat a hard mission, guilt creeps in and dampens my mood.I believe in faithfulness and honesty.I never would’ve cheated on him if I hadn’t been forced to, and now I feel like I need to clear my conscience by telling him the truth.
But I can’t.That would be like putting my reputation—and Isaac’s—in a box, then tossing a live grenade in there too.
As soon as we stop playing the game, reality swoops in like if it’s been lying in wait.
Isaac is probably home now.
