Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I relaxed and watched her do the same as she leaned against the sink. “What’s going on in that head of yours little girl?” Like I didn’t know. I’ve been working on her ass for days, not coming on too strong, well except for when I told her I was gonna fuck that first time.
But she never brought that shit up, never told him and wasn’t acting all distant and cold around me anymore. All sure signs that she was on board. And when I told her a few minutes ago that tomorrow’s D-day she hadn’t even tried to dissuade me and it was obvious that she had no intentions on telling him shit.
In all this time I never saw what I was doing as cheating, never considered him as anything more than a nuisance who just happened to be there. I’ve never been one to poach, never liked people who did, but somehow in my mind this was different. What had started between us long ago had nothing to do with him. Besides I wasn’t after his woman, at least that’s not how this shit started.
Now my ass was too nervous to walk away to do something else just in case he came back. Not sure what I planned to do about it if he did, but some time in the last coupla nights I’d decided that he would never have her again. For some reason that pissed me off.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. I wasn’t supposed to care. I had one purpose for being here, and that was to break her, expose her shit, destroy her life, and leave. Now things were becoming complicated.
I consoled myself with the lie that I just didn’t want his sloppy seconds but that only raised new questions, since I knew she was with him when I came here. For the first time I felt like maybe I was encroaching on something that I’d long been against. It was fine when I didn’t put too much thought into this shit other than the vengeance angle, but now asshole feelings were trying to intrude. Fuck!
I went to bed that night with a hard dick and a mind in turmoil. By the time I woke up in the morning I was still no closer to the answer to the question of what the actual fuck was going on inside my head.
How did everything get so confusing? Two weeks ago this shit was cut and dry, had been for five long fucking years. So what’s the problem? The problem is something changed and I haven’t had enough time to do my usual soul searching.
It had been way too long since I’d focused on anything other than her destruction. I didn’t leave room for human error, never saw the need. How was I to know she’d twist me up? That the game would change mid-play? The questions weren’t enough to make me change my mind though.
I poured my first cup of java and stood at my kitchen sink sipping away while willing myself to calm down for the next half hour before asshat left for work. I didn’t need to see the morning goodbye ritual.
I left my cup in the sink and hit the shower for a nice clean up before checking myself out in the mirror. All in all prison hadn’t changed me much. I was a little more built but not by much, and my tats were still pimping.
I can’t wait for her eyes to land on the tat I had just above my navel in big ancient script. It was the only tat I’d gotten on the inside. All the others I’d had since my days in the corps.
Not bad at all if I do say so myself and certainly not a face that should’ve done time in anyone’s prison. My dark hair was low to the skull and my sky blues looked like they could see into the soul. The dimple in my chin usually got the women revving and I’d noticed her fixating on it a time or two. Go figure, it was the one thing I’d always hated about my face.
I debated whether I should shave or leave a little stubble to mark her for asshole to find if he went sniffing around her later, but in the end decided against it. She looks like she has that baby soft skin and I wasn’t looking to cause her any physical pain. Unless it was my dick doing the hurting of course, which I was almost certain would be the case. Did I mention that she’s tiny as fuck?
I gave myself a stern talking to in the mirror to remind myself why I was here and what the fuck was about to go down. This wasn’t a date, I wasn’t in love; I owed her nothing. This chick had fucked my life over with a lie that had set shit in motion that will forever dog me wherever I go.