Bonus Chapter Two Joel
Joel shut the bedroom door and leaned against the wall, burying his head in his hands. “Fuck!” He groaned, sliding down the door until he was sitting with his back against it. He didn't know what to do. Quinn found out his secret. His life was over, and he couldn't blame anyone but himself. Shaking his head, he leaned against the door. He could blame Viki if she hadn't lost her damn mind... No, he shouldn't have put the affair above his marriage. Rule one was his wife came first. He got so caught up because Viki let him live out every depraved fantasy he had ever had. He didn't love her; he loved what she let him do, and because he wanted it to continue, he had given in to her pressure to have more than a sexual relationship with her. It had proven impossible to maintain his marriage, the affair, and his job. Roleplaying with Viki became an addiction, and he couldn't get enough. It got to the point that he couldn't have sex with Quinn because he knew if she knew what he was doing, she would be disgusted and leave him.
Viki had relentlessly stalked Quinn's social media page and demanded he take her to all the places he usually went with Quinn. He couldn't return to some of them now. The staff loved Quinn and had blatantly told him they would tell her what he was doing if they saw her, and he wasn't welcome back. Joel realized Viki wanted to erase all his memories of Quinn and put her in their place and blocked Quinn's accounts from her. She had just made extras and followed her from them.
What was he going to do? He just lost his shield, his loveable, pretty, quirky wife who allowed him to present the image of an upstanding member of the community instead of the sick, depraved man he was, thanks to his porn addiction in his teens, the internet making it easy to find porn and the deep dive he'd done, finding sicker and sicker stuff when everyday things no longer got him off. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He chanted. His phone rang, and he saw it was Viki. He almost ignored it, but seeing it was a live video feed link, he opened it and saw he was looking at the front of his vehicle like she was backing away from it while muttering about him and his bitch of a wife. She backed across the street and shifted the car into the drive. He watched, frozen in horror, as she sped toward his Cayman. The conversation with his co-worker, who had opted out of the orgy weekend when he found out Viki was Joel's offering, echoed in his head.
“Nah, man, I don't stick my dick in that kind of crazy, and you shouldn't either.”
“What are you talking about? She'll let you do whatever you want. Even hernon-negotiablesare negotiable.”
“Exactly. Subs need self-respect. She doesn't respect herself, which means she sure as hell won't respect you or the contract.”
“You're a fucking PRICK!” She screamed as she rammed into his car. Joel dropped the phone, jumped up, and ran through the house.
“STOP! STOP! STOP!” He screamed desperately. His car was the only thing of value he owned. He watched as she rammed it again and lost his mind, running towards her, intending to drag her out of the car. “YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCH!”
Her manic eyes flickered to him, and he skidded to a stop as she backed up and turned the wheel toward him. She was about to run him over. Fuck. “Holy SHIT!” He dove sideways just before she would have hit her, landing heavily on his face and quickly rolling over. “Jesus Christ, Viki! Stop! Have you lost your mind?” He watched, disbelief and trepidation flooding his body as she backed up again, no longer looking at him but up at the house. He faintly heard someone yell something inside, and then Viki flew past him, crashing into the house. Dust and debris rained down, and he saw Viki get out of the car and wander off down the street. Joel scrambled to his feet and ran toward his car. It was destroyed; he probably would have to write it off. He sank to his knees. Viki had taken everything from him.
“Joel? You okay?” Quinn called, and he felt a rush of hope.
“My car!” He shouted, heartbroken and hoping she would comfort him. “The fucking bitch ruined my car!” She didn't come, but Queenie did.
“I'm sorry about your car.” She murmured, rubbing his arm. “And your marriage.” Joel looked into her deep brown eyes. He'd always been attracted to her, but he knew what she was. She attempted to come on to him very seriously while married to Killan. He'd considered seeing if she'd sign the contract but decided she was too close to Quinn. After the mess with Billy and his wife, he decided immediate spouses of family were too much hassle. On the other hand, he had one last Hail Mary to offer Quinn, and if she turned that down, Queenie would make an excellent sugar momma.
The police showed up. He gave them his statement and was finishing up when Quinn came out of the house with Tenn close behind her. “Quinn!” He chased her. “Please. I'm so sorry; I'll do anything. We got through my last fuck up, and we can get through this one too. I swear, I'll do anything... We can try an open marriage.” Hope flared brighter as she stopped and looked at him.
“Does that mean I can sleep with other men?”
“NO!” Joel yelled.
“Oh, so you want me to give you permission to go out and degrade women while maintaining a cheerful facade at home?” She folded her arms and glared at him. “Meanwhile, my sexual needs remain unfulfilled, and I'm just unhappy.” Joel kept quiet. He couldn't share her, his wife. “Yeah. Not happening. And Joel, you were cheating too. How are you better than Viki?” He felt everything die in him at that moment. Their marriage was over. “Everything goes through my lawyer from now on.” He watched her walk away, slowly shutting the door.
When he met with her lawyer, he signed the paperwork. Quinn could have destroyed him, and she didn't, so he gave her what she wanted. He took what she offered and moved in with a co-worker while he nailed down the logistics of moving to New York to live with Queenie. The co-worker's wife came home from a girl's luncheon one day and told them she'd heard through the grapevine that Quinn was dating Tenn Aston. One of their friends saw them together and said they were very close.
“She said she was somewhat surprised he didn't fuck her in front of everyone. He couldn't keep his hands off her, and she was just as bad.” Then she went off on her husband, asking why he didn't treat her that way. Joel left the house in a rage. If she cheated on him...
He got to their old home and pounded on the door. Quinn opened it, looking at him curiously. “Joel? What's wrong?”
“When did you start dating Tenn?” He demanded.
“How is that any of your business?” She smirked as Tenn came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist and under her shirt to pinch her nipples.
He glared at them and clenched his fists. “When?”
“It was after you cheated on me. That's all you need to know. Goodbye Joel.” And she shut the door in his face. He was about to pound again. But he heard the soft thud of a body hitting the door, followed by rhythmic thuds and Quinn's muffled moans mixed with Tenn's growling repeated “Mine.” Tenn would destroy him in a fight, so Joel walked away.
Two weeks later, he climbed aboard his rented U-Haul and headed to New York. In a fit of spite, he texted Quinn:
Just so you know, I'm moving to New York to be with your prettier sister.”
Good luck with that. She cheated on Killian constantly with something like twelve different male models .
Two months later, he was miserable. Queenie refused to submit to him. Instead, he found himself submitting to her more domineering, demanding personality. She would sulk for days if he disagreed with her or told her no, which was always followed by threats to kick him out. She demanded sex be done her way in the bedroom, forcing him to be submissive to her and follow her directives. She paid for everything, though and told him he didn't have to work, which he decided was enough of a trade-off for him.
At least for now.