Chapter Three- Snow #2
“Thank you, my father arranged for us to get married because Mervin comes from a very rich family. They own the very popular BBQ restaurant line, The Smokin’ Roof.
Anyway, I do not want to marry Mervin; his breath stinks.
He has halitosis like a mothafucka,” I tried to hide my laughter when she said that. So I covered my mouth.
“Angel, instead of standing here telling me this shit. You need to have a conversation with your father and let him know that he hooked you up with a dragon-breath mothafucka. Now, is that it?” I asked, showing her the door, giving her a not-too-subtle hint.
“No, that is not it. Jesus, you’re so fucking rude.
I was thinking that if I suddenly let Mervin see that I have a man on the side, that he would tell my father he can’t marry a troia (slut), and I’ll be rid of that man.
Besides having dumpster juice breath, he isn’t a nice man.
He talks down to me, and one day he even shoved me, which made me fall.
I don’t like him,” Angel’s tone of voice shifted, and she suddenly sounded really sad.
“Maybe lead with that next time; the fact that he’s controlling rather than his breath stinks.
Did you tell your father that he put his hands on you?
” Men who expressed themselves by using their hands on women were disgusting.
It reminded me of my mother and the fact that my father saved her from an abusive relationship.
“My father chose marrying me into money instead. He told me that whatever I did to make Mervin angry, I shouldn’t do again. I can’t marry that man, please help me,” Angel pleaded with me. Her eyes got misty, and I truly felt bad for her. However, I could not get involved.
“Look, I’m sorry about what’s happening to you.
My advice is to shoot that mothafucka and make it look like self-defense.
There’s absolutely no way I’m about to get dragged into this, especially since your father and my father hate each other.
” I told her with finality. Angel rolled her eyes at me, not appreciating my response.
“You’re such a pussy,” she said, rolling her eyes again. I laughed at what she said because I’d been called worse.
“Call me whatever the fuck you like, just don’t call me collect. Now, get the fuck out of my office,” I folded my arms, waiting for her to leave.
“Ok, fine! That was a bull-shit story. Mervin never put his hands on me, nor is he controlling. He’s actually a fucking pushover and weak.
I’m pretty sure if he found out I was fucking around, he’ll forgive me and say that he deserved it.
I mean, what do I expect with a man named Mervin?
He does have bad breath, though,” Angel said, drinking the last of her champagne.
I rubbed my chin while I studied Angel. Who even does that? Just stand there and make up a story like that. “Your father needs to have you committed,” I told her, walking toward her. I grabbed her upper arm, dragging her ass to the door.
“Ok, ok, look…wait,” she shrugged out of my grasp and held her hands up. “Aren’t you a little curious about what it will be like?” She asked with a smile.
“Curious about what exactly?” Angel was harder to get rid of than a roach at this point.
“About what it will be like to do something you know will piss everyone the fuck off. I mean, my daddy don’t give a fuck about me. He just cares about money and power. I bet it will get his attention if I start fucking a Ricci.” Angel definitely had daddy issues.
“I think it’s safe to say you need a fucking straight jacket. Please, don’t make me tell you again to get the fuck out,” I pointed at the door, praying she’ll just leave. She was fucking exhausting.
“Ok, ok. I have a thing for bad boys, that’s it, that’s all. Scout's honor,” Angel placed a hand over her heart and smiled at me.
“I’m not a bad boy. I’m just the owner of this club, nothing else.” I shrugged my shoulders. I licked my lips as I began to wonder what it would be like to sink my dick deep inside her crazy ass.
“Nah, I’ve heard my daddy talk about you and your brother. You both are unhinged, and I like that. I especially like you,” Angel said, taking a step closer to me.
“I’m a married man. You do know that, right?” I informed her; something tells me she wouldn’t care either way. I tried to hide my amusement when Angel reached up and began gently caressing the snowflake pendant on my chain.
“Please, you don’t like your wife.”
“How you figured that?” I raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear her reason.
“Let’s be real, if you cared about her from the moment I stepped foot inside your office.
You would have been putting me in my place, making sure we wouldn’t be alone for as long as we have been.
You don’t love that woman. You already know I like you.
Do you know the excitement and the rush we’re about to get when we start fucking?
” Angel’s hand dropped from my pendant. Now, she was gently rubbing my dick through my pants, bringing it to life.
“Knowing your parents and my daddy would absolutely hate us for it,” she unzipped my pants and reached inside of my boxers and boldly grabbed my dick. “Oh shit, this mothafucka is big,” she held my gaze as she began stroking my dick. I don’t even know why I was entertaining this cuckoo bird.
“I want you to fuck me with this. Bury this dick deep inside my wet, tight pussy. Fuck me until I’m bruised and sore and can barely fucking walk.
Come on and fuck me,” Angel begged, moving her hand from my dick.
She stepped back and stripped out of every single piece of clothing.
Angel stood there naked, begging me over and over to fuck her. So that’s what the fuck I did.