Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Chapter 8
NICK
It’s been two weeks since I took her cherry, fourteen days in which I’ve spent the better part of each twenty-four hour period buried inside her. Everything I threw at her she took and sought more. Her pussy was the stuff of wet dreams. Tight, hot and silky smooth with that little extra bite that snaps around my cock when she’s about to cum. What’s more she loves having me inside her, even when she’s not just thinking about getting bred.
I’ve been keeping her occupied so that she doesn’t have time to stress the fact that our folks haven’t come around as yet. There was a little bit of drama when I took her home to get her stuff the following day, and even more when her mom made her cry. It was the first time I could ever remember yelling at a woman, and I’d left my dad’s place before shit got worse.
I was afraid today was going to mark another first for us though, and not in a good way. We were about to have our first fight. She hasn’t left the penthouse in two weeks, not since the day I moved her in in fact. Her mom got in a few jabs before I was able to protect her, and made her feel as low as a snake. The gist of it was something about all the money she had wasted on her for her to drop out of school to have my brats. That one almost cost her and took her down a notch in my estimation.
By the time I got her out of there after telling our parents to grow the fuck up, she was a blubbering mess. I’ve been going into the office everyday only to come home and find her cooped up on the couch or some shit. The second time I saw that shit I started coming home after half a day to watch over her.
I knew she needed to process the situation, but I wasn’t about to let her go into a depression. Quite a few people were giving her shit apparently, but she’d stopped rattling off names when she realized I was taking notes. Fuck yeah I was gonna pay some of these assholes a visit. Especially since I noticed they were mostly male, which meant it was probably some yahoo that had been trying to get in her damn pants.
“Get up.”
“Hmm, what?” I pulled the covers off of her.
“I said get up, this is the last time you’re doing this shit. Where’s the girl that went all out to get what she wanted?”
“I don’t understand why you’re yelling at me what did I do?”
“This isn’t yelling, you’ll know when I’m yelling. Now get the hell up out that bed.”
I’d had enough of her shit, watching her like this, looking so whipped and defeated reminded me of the summer I’d had to put one of her bullies in his place. She’d kept it hidden from us at home that some douche was fucking with her at summer camp, but I’d heard that shit through the grapevine and went after the little fourteen-year old deviant.
The only thing that had saved his dumb ass was the age difference between us, but when I threatened to go get his dad he piped his ass down quick. Now she was doing that shit to me again. I can’t stand to see her hurt or unhappy never could. So I don’t know why the fuck she would think I would be okay with this shit she was pulling now.
She flounced out the bed and looked like she wanted to give me shit. I’d be fucked if she was gonna take this shit out on me. There’s no arguing or disagreeing in this household she knows the rules.
“Don’t say shit to me. If you have something to say to your mother I suggest you do that shit, if you’re woman enough that is, but don’t think for one minute that you’re going to take your shit out on me. Now go get cleaned up I’m taking you out.”
MELANIE
He can be such a frustrating ass. Why won’t he let me take out my frustrations on him? He says it’s not healthy, that I should go to the source, but he doesn’t understand how hard that is for me. He thinks because I found the courage to go after him that I can do anything. He doesn’t understand that when it came to him, it was a matter of life or death. I would’ve simply died had I not done what I did I had no choice. But there was where my bravery ended and my cowardice kicked in.
I knew I was never gonna let anyone tear us apart, but I just wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted my mom to be happy for me instead of passing judgment and heaping a mountain of fears on top of my head. And the hateful things she’d said to me in front of him and his dad, I will never live it down.