Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
CHLOE
I don’t have much money, but I have to do something to contribute to the household. Brantley gets groceries delivered once a week, but I like to buy my own. That’s why I spent way too much money on groceries and lugged them all the way into the house.
I didn’t expect Brantley to be home as I did it, though. He glares at the groceries.
“Don’t even say it. I don’t want to hear it. I know I don’t have a job, but I am not completely poor.”
I don’t tell him that the money I used is from the money I had been saving to get a place. I feel like I take one step forward and then get thrown six steps back. It’s frustrating, but I refuse to let it show.
“I didn’t say a word,” he tells me, going back to the paperwork he is looking over.
“Well, your face said enough.”
He sets down his papers, standing to face me. “I can’t control what you interpret from my face. Doesn’t mean it’s the truth.”
“Were you not thinking that you order food in, so why was I spending my money on food?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me, which tells me that I was correct.
I leave him standing there, going to the kitchen to start putting away food.
“What are you going to do with all of that anyway? I thought you didn’t cook.”
I look over my shoulder as I start to put things away.
“I can cook. Pancakes may not be my thing, but I can make other things.” I huff.
“Mm-hmm.” He laughs.
Pulling a cucumber out of the bag, I wash it quickly before putting it in the fridge.
“What are you doing with that? Fucking yourself with it? My god, who needs that big of a cucumber?”
“Oh, don’t be jealous, Brantley. Not everyone can be well endowed.” I glance down at his crotch and pretend to wince.
“I would be happy to show you what I’m packing if you ask nicely. You don’t need to make sly comments hoping I’ll prove you wrong.”
“I swear I start to think you might be decent, but then you go and act like this and remind me why you are such a playboy. Does that line ever work?”
“I’ve never used that line. The women that usually hang around me don’t question the size of my cock. They only care about the size of my wallet.”
I frown at this comeback. He means it as a joke, but I feel bad for him if it’s the truth.
“Hey.” I turn toward him.
He narrows his eyes at me. “No. Don’t feel sorry for me. I get from them what I want, and they get a nice meal out of it. Don’t you dare feel bad for me.”
“That’s so fucking sad, though. You know that I’m not using you for your money. Yes, you are letting me stay here for free, but I’ll pay you back someday.”
“I don’t want your money,” he hisses.
“No, but maybe you’ll need something else. A ride somewhere. A kidney. Whatever.”
“I wouldn’t take anything from you. Not if it’s because you are just paying me back. That’s not what friends do,” he retorts.
“Is that what we are now? Friends?”
“Do you still think we are enemies or something? I never hated you, Chloe. I always thought we were some sort of friends. We run in the same circle. Have you not felt that way?” he asks.
I feel terrible at his words. I have previously thought we were adversaries. I always thought our bickering was because we hated one another. I had no idea that he never felt the same. I feel like such a dick.
“I never said that,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you go enjoy your cucumber? Seems like you might need it.”
He stalks from the room. I hear the front door slam, and I wonder what I said that upset him so much.
I walk back to the fridge to put the peppers inside when I see the cucumber again.
An idea forms. It’s a little fucked up, but I think Brantley will appreciate it.
Taking the cucumber out, I wash it again.
Going to my room with it, I lay on the bed sans my panties and pants. This is so unhealthy. I shouldn’t be shoving a vegetable inside of me, but then I imagine the look on his face when he bites into it, knowing he’s tasting me.
I shiver, my pussy clenching at the thought. He may never actually taste me straight from the source, but I could give him a little taste. I could pull off this prank and use it to get off for years to come.
Spreading my pussy, I play with my clit, getting me nice and wet. The only thing on my mind is Brantley. It’s the first time I’ve solely thought of him to get off. It feels so wrong. So taboo.
Once I’m sure I’m wet enough, I place the cucumber at my entrance.
Slowly I press it inside, imagining it’s Brantley.
My entire body reacts to the stretch it feels.
It’s been a long time since I’ve even pleasured myself.
I’ve been so focused on the shitty dates and then losing my home and job that it hasn’t been on my mind.
It is today, though.
I start a steady pace, bringing my knees to my chest. It doesn’t take me long.
I let my imagination picture Brantley above me, those sexy forearms flexing next to my head as he holds my legs up.
He would whisper dirty things to me. Bickering even as he fucks me.
He would push, I would pull. We would orgasm together.
I come, his name on my lips.
Lying in bed panting, I pull my phone to my face and send him a text.
Me
I’m making dinner tonight. Be home by six.
Then I smile as I form my plan.
brANTLEY
Getting the text from Chloe demanding I be home for dinner at six threw me off. I was curious enough to move some meetings around to be here, though.
Now I’m wondering if she wanted me here so I could watch her cook.
I wince as I watch her cutting up the cucumber from this morning. The way she is cutting has to be unsafe. She is going to hurt herself.
“I can help you prep. Why don’t you let me do the cutting?” I ask.
“No way. I’m not letting you take this away from me.” She turns, pointing the knife at me. “You sit there and look pretty while I make you dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, holding my hands up.
I’m so nervous, though. My anxiety can’t handle watching her fumble around the kitchen.
“Here. Eat this. Your leg tapping is driving me insane,” she hisses as she hands me a bowl of cucumber.
I pick one out, putting it in my mouth. It tastes like a cucumber, but there is a slight flavor on it that’s different.
“What did you put on it?” I ask her as I put another in my mouth.
“Oh, I pleasured myself with it.”
I choke at her words.
“You’re joking.”
She winks at me. “Nope.” She turns back and starts cutting an onion.
I shove two more cucumber pieces in my mouth before I come up behind her. I run my nose up the side of her neck until my breath is in her ear. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl into her ear, my hands on her hips, squeezing.
I’m hard as hell thinking about her pushing that cucumber inside of herself as she found pleasure.
“Ow. Fuck,” she hisses.
I look down and see blood, killing my desire for her instantly.
Jumping back, I grab her hand and pull her to the sink. I run it under the cold water as I look at it. My gut clenches. Shit. It’s a deep cut.
Looking at Chloe, I see tears in her eyes.
“I’m not a baby, I swear. It hurts really bad,” she tells me on a sniffle.
I grab a towel and wrap it around it tight. Then I pull her out of the house and to the car.
“I need shoes,” she hisses.
“No, you don’t. You need a hospital,” I snap, losing my control.
Goddammit, I don’t mean to make her feel bad. It was just an accident, but I hate seeing her hurt. I hate seeing her cry.
“I don’t have insurance. I really can’t afford another hospital bill after the workout fiasco.” She tries to pull against me.
“I will pay out-of-fucking-pocket. Get in the car.” My tone is frantic.
It must work, though, because she gets in the car, looking over at me as she holds the towel to her finger.
“I’m okay. You don’t have to freak out,” she whispers into the silence of the car as I rush us to the hospital.
“You’re bleeding quite a bit. I don’t want to chance it. This was my fault. I distracted you with a knife in your hand. I will pay for this trip. I won’t hear anything else about it.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles, tears still on her face.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask.
“It’s throbbing. I think I can feel my heartbeat in it,” she informs me.
“That’s because it’s bleeding. We are almost there. You’re going to be okay,” I tell her.
“What were you doing anyway?” She keeps her tone low.
“You fucked yourself with a cucumber and fed it to me. What do you think I was doing?” I bark at her.
“No need to be so rude. I didn’t think you’d react that way.”
“How did you think I would react?” I ask her.
“I thought you would spit it out and bicker with me like you always do,” she hisses back.
“You thought that I, a red-blooded male, would be told that you fucked yourself with a vegetable and then served it to me with your bodily fluids on it and that I would spit it out? That’s the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced in my life.
You had my dick hard as steel. So yeah, no.
I wasn’t wasting a single bit of it,” I tell her.
“Even with it being me?” she asks.
“Especially because it was you. Why do you think that you aren’t desirable? You are fucking gorgeous.”
She sighs. “Looks aren’t everything. You know my personality.”
I pull into the parking spot at the hospital and turn off the car. I turn to her, grabbing her chin to face me.
“I do know your personality. It doesn’t take away from your beauty. It enhances it. You are smart, funny, and entertaining. There is never a dull moment with you,” I tell her.
“I know. I’m a lot.”
I shake my head. “No. You aren’t, and anyone who has told you that is not man enough to handle a real woman.”
Leaving her in the car, I round to the passenger side. Then I pull open the door, lifting her in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“You aren’t wearing shoes. I’m not letting you walk in the parking lot without them.”
She glances at my feet. “You aren’t either.”
“Yeah, but I have socks on. Hush now.”
I stride into the emergency department. There are several people waiting as I make my way to the triage desk.
“Good evening. What’s your emergency?” the nurse asks.
“My girlfriend here cut her finger. It won’t stop bleeding.”
The nurse nods. “Fill out this paperwork, and we will be right with you.”
I shake my head. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars right now to get us into a room. I’ll fill out the paperwork there. I don’t want her bleeding to death in your waiting room.”
The woman gapes at me as she looks around to see if anyone heard my offer. When she ensures no one is there, she nods.
“Right this way.”
She leads us back to an empty room. I set Chloe on the bed before pulling my wallet out. I peel off a thousand dollars and hand it to the woman.
“I’ll get the doctor now. Fill out this form.” She hands me the form.
“You didn’t need to do all of that,” Chloe hisses at me.
“Of course I did. Now sit there and be a good girlfriend while I fill out this form. What’s your birthday?” I ask.
“Some boyfriend,” she murmurs.
I ignore her, skipping the question.
Was it a bit much to pay for a room? Yes.
I also needed to know she was okay. I don’t think she realizes how freaked out I am. It might be something small and not life-threatening, but seeing her blood has me on edge.
I don’t want to know what it’s like to not have Chloe in my life.