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'That is the deal Dylan, take it or leave it'. I started to stand up and walk towards Ava. I was pulled back by Dylan. 'We are not done Elizabeth' she says looking down at me with anger. I quickly pulled my arm from her grip. 'You do not get to touch me anymore Dylan' I spoke poking her in her chest hard. She took a look to see if Ava was watching and when she saw she wasn't she dragged me upstairs to her room. 'Dylan get the fuck off me, what are you doing?' She throws me on the bed and locks the door. 'Dylan let me go' I say sternly holding my arms out infront of me ready to fight if I needed to.
She just laughs and takes her suit jacket off throwing it on the chair. She makes her way over me placing one of my hands on her cock. 'Let me fuck you, then maybe I'll think about letting that husband of yours live' she says licking the side of my neck and grabbing one of my breasts roughly. 'Dylan please I can't do that to him'. She grabbed my face with force and made me look at her. 'That is the deal. Now take it or leave it' I knew there was no choice in this so I quickly nodded my head and started undoing her shirt buttons. I knew deep down I loved Dylan I always would. But right now I hated the way she handled me. She had no care in the world. She was using me for her own pleasure. She left multiply hickeys all over my neck. And she was way too rough with me.
When she was finished she rolled off and laid down next to me lighting a cigarette holding it between her lips. 'I need to go home now Dylan' I spoke quietly and she just gave me a nod not even looking at me. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. I took once look back at Dylan. I saw it in her eyes. Regret. Guilt. Did she feel bad? Does she still love me? All these things racing through my head. I had to leave. I grabbed Ava and made my way back home. I was dreading it. My neck was covered with hickeys my arms were covered with bruised from where she handled me. Jackson was going to kill her.
Once they got to the driveway I sat there taking five minutes to myself before it was all going to blow. I grabbed Ava and made my way in. Jackson was sitting on the kitchen table. He ran towards us as soon as he saw us. He took Ava out of my arms and hugged her. Once he put her down he took a look at my neck. I had tears in my eyes. And he could see that. He pulled me into a hug. 'I am sorry' is all I could say through tears. 'I'm going to fucking kill her' he says going to our bedroom. Taking a wooden pallet up from the floor and pulling out a gun. 'Whoah Jackson what you doing?' I said panicky. Not wanting him to actually kill her. 'This needs to end'. He's storms passed me. I tired to stop but nothing. He just left.