Chapter 15
Nate
Riley’s been going out more lately. I don’t like it. I walk into the house and rip my tie off, throwing it on the couch as I stroll past. Walking into our bedroom, I start unbuttoning my shirt. I fucking hate wearing this shit but Lockhart insists. ‘I must look presentable, not dirty’. His words, not mine. It’s all fucking dirty…no fancy tie will ever wash these sins away.
The money and perks however, they make it worth it. Someone’s going to suffer, why should it be me? Sliding into bed, I pull back the covers, fully prepared to fuck my wife awake and find her side empty. It’s fucking 11:00 pm. Where is this bitch? She should be waiting like a good little wifey ready to finish the job some other little bitch started earlier.
My dick is hard and I’m fuming. I pull my phone out, ready to send a text when I hear the front door open and close. A minute goes by and there’s some clanking around in the kitchen.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I yell when I round the corner to find Riley filling a cup of water .
She turns around with wide eyes. “I went for drinks with some coworkers. I figured you would be late again.”
I stalk towards her, slamming her back against the fridge and she loses her grip on the glass in her hand. It shatters on the tile at our feet.
“My wife doesn't stay out late Riley. My wife should be waiting at home patiently for me. She should have my fucking dinner ready and warmed when I walk in. My wife sure as shit shouldn't be gallivanting around bars in a slutty dress like this,” I say grabbing the back of her neck and slamming her down face first over the counter.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“Shut the fuck up. I can’t stand the sound of your voice right now.” I say before lifting her dress and tearing off the panties she has underneath. I spit on my dick and line up before slamming into her pussy.
“You’re such a little slut,” I say while she sobs against the counter. “Out at bars, flirting with other men. You should be thanking me.”
She doesn't respond but I can see the pool of tears up by her face. She really should be fucking thanking me. Something far worse could be happening to her. Instead she has a good-looking and, thanks to Lockhart, wealthy husband she can parade around. I can’t have her out screwing up the perfect facade I have going on. She needs to stay off the radar.
“Fuck yes,” I groan as I slam into her one last time, emptying myself. I push my dick back in my pants, grab a beer from the fridge, and head for the living room. “Clean the fuck up Riley, you smell like cheap bourbon and cigars.” She doesn't say anything but I hear our bathroom door close after a few minutes. My phone buzzes and I look down to a text from Lockhart.
‘You did good tonight. Two secured for transport. High value. Will cut you a check tomorrow.’
Excitement rushes through me at the thought of more money. This might not be so bad, I think to myself before leaning back and closing my eyes. A rich man is a happy man.