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Authors: Kimberly Blalock
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an evil grin takes hold of my face.
I hate that douche, he’s always been a dick to me. He has no soul. Doesn’t care if he hurts people.
I sneer at him.
Thomas tends to his business dealings while I walk around the enormous house wondering why the fuck I’m here and wishing that I was with Abby.
“You look great, Evan.” Beth approaches from behind me.
I turn wishing I hadn’t ended up in this room. “Hey.” I’m not feeding her the bullshit I know she’s looking for.
“Don’t I look great, Evan?” I knew that’s what she was after.
She grabs my hand lifting it to her breast. Fuck! I pull back. “You used to love to touch me here and here .” Her fingers slide up her thigh and under her black skirt. “Don’t you want to do that again, Evan? For old times’ sake?” She moves closer bringing her lips to my face.
I’ve had my fill of women. I’d never deny her if she had asked me, back then. I never denied anyone back then, but I’m dedicated to Abby and only Abby now.
“I’m not in that place anymore Beth.” I feel like she’s about to pounce.
“Oh, I didn’t realize.” She takes a step back, embarrassed.
“No, I know that. It’s cool.” I smile.
“Who is she?” Her hand slides up my thigh and over my dick. I’ve got nothing for her he’s as limp as he can be.
“There isn’t anyone,” I lie. If Thomas finds out about Abby, there’s no telling what he’ll do. And while I know Beth wants me at this moment, she’ll always remain loyal to Thomas Carter, for what reason I have no fucking clue.
“You’re just not into big tits and tight pussy anymore?” She’s offended.
I laugh because there isn’t anything tight about her. “I’m just not in a place to offer you what you want.”
She nods her head and turns to leave. “Your loss asshole.” She turns walking out of the room and flips me off as she turns the corner.
Yeah Ok, I laugh. When she walks out in her bright red heels, I look down to my feet wishing I wasn’t here. The day goes by slow as fuck. When I return to the study, I see Thomas is there and he offers me a glass of brandy and cigar.
“I don’t smoke.”
He looks down at the large brown cigar. “Hell son, neither do I.” He lights it up. I wave the smoke from my breathing space.
“Nothing like a good brandy, cigar, and a woman. Am I right?” He laughs choking on the smoke
Oh fuck, I blow out a breath. Did Beth say something to him?
“The more, the merrier.” I try to save the situation, so he does not think I have a woman if that’s what she’s told him.
He watches me, questioning my statement with his eyes. He gulps his drink in between cigar puffs. “Oh, shit son, there all bad for you. You’d do good to remember that.” He stands throwing his arm inside his jacket. “Dinner?”
Finally, I need to get this shit over with…
Dinner was boring just as I knew it would be, same ole shit. I’m just glad to be back in the space of my Hummer and only minutes away from Abby.
The folder that’s sitting on my seat is screaming at me. I pull over to take another look inside. What I see has me reach for the door of my Hummer puking my guts on the road.
I clean up Thomas Carter’s messes, but this mess will definitely not be something that I clean up. I’ll also have to deal with this to make sure no one else does.
The picture that stares back at me is haunting. He knows. He knows what I’ve been trying to hide for a while. Why does he think he’s a threat? Does he know that I know her?
My sister isn’t getting caught up in this. She could take care of him herself if needed, but I won’t ask her to do the one thing I should’ve done a long time ago.
Chapter Eight
Abby
“Marco called me and said that you had approached him.” Why would he do that?
“I saw him, but it wasn’t like that, Abby,” he defends. “Why would I do that?”
“If I knew the answer we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we.” Not a
I hate that douche, he’s always been a dick to me. He has no soul. Doesn’t care if he hurts people.
I sneer at him.
Thomas tends to his business dealings while I walk around the enormous house wondering why the fuck I’m here and wishing that I was with Abby.
“You look great, Evan.” Beth approaches from behind me.
I turn wishing I hadn’t ended up in this room. “Hey.” I’m not feeding her the bullshit I know she’s looking for.
“Don’t I look great, Evan?” I knew that’s what she was after.
She grabs my hand lifting it to her breast. Fuck! I pull back. “You used to love to touch me here and here .” Her fingers slide up her thigh and under her black skirt. “Don’t you want to do that again, Evan? For old times’ sake?” She moves closer bringing her lips to my face.
I’ve had my fill of women. I’d never deny her if she had asked me, back then. I never denied anyone back then, but I’m dedicated to Abby and only Abby now.
“I’m not in that place anymore Beth.” I feel like she’s about to pounce.
“Oh, I didn’t realize.” She takes a step back, embarrassed.
“No, I know that. It’s cool.” I smile.
“Who is she?” Her hand slides up my thigh and over my dick. I’ve got nothing for her he’s as limp as he can be.
“There isn’t anyone,” I lie. If Thomas finds out about Abby, there’s no telling what he’ll do. And while I know Beth wants me at this moment, she’ll always remain loyal to Thomas Carter, for what reason I have no fucking clue.
“You’re just not into big tits and tight pussy anymore?” She’s offended.
I laugh because there isn’t anything tight about her. “I’m just not in a place to offer you what you want.”
She nods her head and turns to leave. “Your loss asshole.” She turns walking out of the room and flips me off as she turns the corner.
Yeah Ok, I laugh. When she walks out in her bright red heels, I look down to my feet wishing I wasn’t here. The day goes by slow as fuck. When I return to the study, I see Thomas is there and he offers me a glass of brandy and cigar.
“I don’t smoke.”
He looks down at the large brown cigar. “Hell son, neither do I.” He lights it up. I wave the smoke from my breathing space.
“Nothing like a good brandy, cigar, and a woman. Am I right?” He laughs choking on the smoke
Oh fuck, I blow out a breath. Did Beth say something to him?
“The more, the merrier.” I try to save the situation, so he does not think I have a woman if that’s what she’s told him.
He watches me, questioning my statement with his eyes. He gulps his drink in between cigar puffs. “Oh, shit son, there all bad for you. You’d do good to remember that.” He stands throwing his arm inside his jacket. “Dinner?”
Finally, I need to get this shit over with…
Dinner was boring just as I knew it would be, same ole shit. I’m just glad to be back in the space of my Hummer and only minutes away from Abby.
The folder that’s sitting on my seat is screaming at me. I pull over to take another look inside. What I see has me reach for the door of my Hummer puking my guts on the road.
I clean up Thomas Carter’s messes, but this mess will definitely not be something that I clean up. I’ll also have to deal with this to make sure no one else does.
The picture that stares back at me is haunting. He knows. He knows what I’ve been trying to hide for a while. Why does he think he’s a threat? Does he know that I know her?
My sister isn’t getting caught up in this. She could take care of him herself if needed, but I won’t ask her to do the one thing I should’ve done a long time ago.
Chapter Eight
Abby
“Marco called me and said that you had approached him.” Why would he do that?
“I saw him, but it wasn’t like that, Abby,” he defends. “Why would I do that?”
“If I knew the answer we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we.” Not a
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