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Authors: Kimball Lee
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the Fiat’s shiny red paint. Fuck it, fuck William Warfield, but mostly—fuck Allie Darling.
All those years, wonderful, fulfilling years that she had devoted herself to William’s happiness were lost, wasted, gone with the wind, all because of a simpering little twat who had the misfortune of making William fall in love with her. Walden thought Liza’s bitch daughter was an angel and William had let his dick do the thinking instead of just fucking her and walking away like he did with all the other whorish one night stands he was so fond of. That fair-haired girl was no wide-eyed innocent, she was the devil incarnate and Beth’s plans for her were well deserved.
As much as Beth loved William— and she had loved him from the day he saved her from the mere existence of becoming a bitter, lonely widow— he had never taken her for granted the way he had since Allie showed up. Beth and William had spent quality time together, snippets of time here and there when William sat sipping a cup of coffee in the mornings before work or threw back a glass of bourbon before he ran off to the that nasty club of Walden’s. Time that meant the world to Beth Hawkins, small pieces of time and a few words exchanged that made her life worth living. She understood William and his need to fuck his way through New Orleans, she had gotten off many, many times watching from the shadows or slipping into the bed in the room next to his. Oh how the sight and sounds of him pounding some girl to pieces with that huge, beautiful cock sent her straight into a dreamland where it wasn’t her own hand between her legs. She imagined him spreading her open, his fingers probing, his luscious mouth performing miracles and his cock tearing into her tender tissues as he confessed his undying love for her.
The more she thought about his unfortunate behavior over the long, torturous summer, the more convinced she was to make him suffer terribly and then forgive him so things could go back to the way they should be. She was going to have to get rid of Allie, that’s all there was to it. William had survived that fucked up kidnapping that Beth’s mother had instigated and that had been one hell of a motherfucking blow.
She was eighteen when her mother went to work for the Warfield’s, only eleven years older than William, (although he thought of her as much older now and certainly not a prime candidate to become his lover). William was seven when she first met him, a cute boy who survived and over the years became a walking, talking sex god in Beth’s eyes. After the kidnapping failed she’d gone away to marry but she visited at Greenlea and watched as the brothers grew into their manly teenaged bodies.
Her mother had only been with the Warfield’s for a few months when the idea to extort millions upon millions of dollars from the high and mighty, rich-as-Croesus Warfield’s had occurred to her, and Beth had delighted in the bizarre plan and the thought of all that money. Beth was a wild teenager back then, always in trouble at school, smoking pot, popping Vicodin and OxyContin, and fucking good-for-nothing boys like it was the national pastime. She was up for anything that fucked with the status quo and she was sick and tired of wearing the cast-off clothes so sweetly given to her by the string of shallow rich ladies her mother spent her life slaving for. Stupid rich ladies was more like it. Lazy, dumb whores like Stella Warfield who couldn’t be bothered to check references before hiring Beth’s mother to feed and bathe and wipe her kid’s asses and snotty noses.
She and her mother had counted on the ransom money to set them up for life. Fifty million dollars, that was what they had demanded, and it was so easy to get Stella and her scum-sucking, inbred boyfriend to go along with the plan. Stella was nothing but an “Oh woe is me, my husband is a billionaire but he loves another woman and I can’t live like this!” drugged out, empty-headed
All those years, wonderful, fulfilling years that she had devoted herself to William’s happiness were lost, wasted, gone with the wind, all because of a simpering little twat who had the misfortune of making William fall in love with her. Walden thought Liza’s bitch daughter was an angel and William had let his dick do the thinking instead of just fucking her and walking away like he did with all the other whorish one night stands he was so fond of. That fair-haired girl was no wide-eyed innocent, she was the devil incarnate and Beth’s plans for her were well deserved.
As much as Beth loved William— and she had loved him from the day he saved her from the mere existence of becoming a bitter, lonely widow— he had never taken her for granted the way he had since Allie showed up. Beth and William had spent quality time together, snippets of time here and there when William sat sipping a cup of coffee in the mornings before work or threw back a glass of bourbon before he ran off to the that nasty club of Walden’s. Time that meant the world to Beth Hawkins, small pieces of time and a few words exchanged that made her life worth living. She understood William and his need to fuck his way through New Orleans, she had gotten off many, many times watching from the shadows or slipping into the bed in the room next to his. Oh how the sight and sounds of him pounding some girl to pieces with that huge, beautiful cock sent her straight into a dreamland where it wasn’t her own hand between her legs. She imagined him spreading her open, his fingers probing, his luscious mouth performing miracles and his cock tearing into her tender tissues as he confessed his undying love for her.
The more she thought about his unfortunate behavior over the long, torturous summer, the more convinced she was to make him suffer terribly and then forgive him so things could go back to the way they should be. She was going to have to get rid of Allie, that’s all there was to it. William had survived that fucked up kidnapping that Beth’s mother had instigated and that had been one hell of a motherfucking blow.
She was eighteen when her mother went to work for the Warfield’s, only eleven years older than William, (although he thought of her as much older now and certainly not a prime candidate to become his lover). William was seven when she first met him, a cute boy who survived and over the years became a walking, talking sex god in Beth’s eyes. After the kidnapping failed she’d gone away to marry but she visited at Greenlea and watched as the brothers grew into their manly teenaged bodies.
Her mother had only been with the Warfield’s for a few months when the idea to extort millions upon millions of dollars from the high and mighty, rich-as-Croesus Warfield’s had occurred to her, and Beth had delighted in the bizarre plan and the thought of all that money. Beth was a wild teenager back then, always in trouble at school, smoking pot, popping Vicodin and OxyContin, and fucking good-for-nothing boys like it was the national pastime. She was up for anything that fucked with the status quo and she was sick and tired of wearing the cast-off clothes so sweetly given to her by the string of shallow rich ladies her mother spent her life slaving for. Stupid rich ladies was more like it. Lazy, dumb whores like Stella Warfield who couldn’t be bothered to check references before hiring Beth’s mother to feed and bathe and wipe her kid’s asses and snotty noses.
She and her mother had counted on the ransom money to set them up for life. Fifty million dollars, that was what they had demanded, and it was so easy to get Stella and her scum-sucking, inbred boyfriend to go along with the plan. Stella was nothing but an “Oh woe is me, my husband is a billionaire but he loves another woman and I can’t live like this!” drugged out, empty-headed
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