Chapter Thirty-One
Taking the flimsy, plastic gift card out of my wallet, I use it to cut up the white pills I have lined up on the toilet's water tank, which I’m currently sitting on backward.
This old, moldy-smelling bathroom should disgust me.
Who knows when this place was last cleaned, but that thought crossed my mind a little too late.
Leaning down, I press my finger to my left nostril as I can take a deep breath. Inhaling the freshly cut powder. It feels like fiberglass cutting its way into my sinuses—hot pain shooting to my brain like fire. My eyes start to water as I feel a small stream of copper running down my lip.
As the effects take hold, the brain fog begins to clear, sharpening my instincts again.
I’ve been repeating this nightly since I left Juni at the hospital.
I don’t do emotional shit. Her crying sends me into a fucking rage.
Honestly, I’m fucking glad she lost the baby.
We can’t afford shit as it is. And a baby complicates more than it’s worth.
Who the fuck willingly wants to be woken up every few hours?
Having to feed and change shitty diapers?
No fucking thank you. I handled that problem myself.
Having to act as a husband who gave a damn pissed me off more.
Fuck you for judging how I treat my wife.
It’s none of anyone's fucking business. I’ll probably go home tomorrow.
She should be healed enough by the week, or however long I’ve been gone.
A loud knock starts banging against the door.
“Hey! Whoever’s inside, I need you to get packed up and get out of here.
It’s almost closing time.” Standing up, I walk over to the door and rip it open.
I met with the bartender who’s been serving me all night.
She’s fucking breathtaking, with long blonde beach waves down to her tiny waist and pretty blue eyes.
She's standing there with her fist in the air like she was about to knock again.
I notice a twinkle in her eyes as they rake down my body.
The pleather halter top leaves little to the imagination as she takes a deep breath, and the tight blue jeans she's wearing look like they are painted on.
My eyes catch on the indentations in her top, making her piercings stand out.
Stepping closer, I take my hand and brush her hair back behind her ear, my gentle movements causing her breath to hitch. Giving her a smirk, I say, “Sorry, there, beautiful. I didn’t hear you knocking over the flushing.”
“It’s okay there, handsome, but it is closing time, and I am going to have to ask you to leave.”
“You might want to follow the rules and ask me to leave…but your body language is telling me something different,” I whisper as I drag my hand from her ear slowly, curving until my grip lands on her hip.
Leaning in, I slowly whisper in her ear, “You have been giving me the fuck me eyes all night. How can I just blow you off and leave? Hmm?” I ask as my breath ghosts across the collar of her halter top.
“I don’t even know your name… And you expect me just to let you take me upstairs to my apartment?”
I laugh again, “You can call me…Michael. What's your name, beautiful?” I ask as I intensely look into her eyes, and she misjudges it for lust, perfect.
Her voice catches in her throat as she tries to get her throat to work: “It’s Anna, my name is Anna.”
“See, now we know each other,” I say as I step into her space, grinning.
I back her into the hall behind us, my hand wraps around her neck as the other grips her wrists and pins them to the wall above her head.
Slamming my hungry mouth down to hers, she lets out a little moan like she's giving her approval.
Biting down on her lip hard until I taste blood, she gasps, and her body starts to tremble.
Releasing her wrists and neck, my hands find her hips as I start to pick her up.
Her legs lock around me. The kiss is turning searing, and I need to be inside her now.
Pulling away slightly, I allow her to slide down the front of my body, picking up on how much she’s affecting me.
She smiles. “Come on, the apartment isn’t much, but it has a bed,” she says as she makes her way to the back of the bar to a staircase that I’m assuming takes us up to the apartment.
We start climbing the dimly lit staircase, our heavy breathing filling the silence as we make our way up to the apartment. My steps are getting even more painful with each step we take; those jeans really are making her ass look tempting, but I’m not in the mood for ass play tonight.
As soon as we step into the apartment, my restraints snap. Quickly surveying the apartment, it’s not very big, a studio layout. A queen bed pushed up against the left wall. A single couch with a dimly lit lamp sitting on an end table, basking the small room in a yellowish light.
She lets out her breath in surprise when I’m on her.
Reaching for her, I slam her into her front door.
I start untying the pleather halter-top that she has tied so tight to give her breasts that full, round, pushed-up look.
She starts moaning again as I start pinching her barbells through her black lacy bra.
“Oh my god, Michael.. Please don’t stop,” she says breathlessly as she takes off my shirt.
She freezes momentarily when she feels the cold brush of my wedding ring.
Fuck I forgot to take it off before I came in tonight.
But she continues rubbing her hands down my arms to my stomach, making quick work of my belt, and peels open my jeans.
Peeling her off the door, I head in the direction of her bed. Roughly tossing her as if she were a rag doll. Trying to make quick work of her jeans, but they are so tight they are hard as fuck to get off. Finally, when I get them down to her knees, they come away.
Before stepping out of my jeans, I throw my phone onto the bed. I just thought of an idea… I don’t know how well Abby or whatever the fuck her name is going to react to it, but I also don’t give a shit.
Jumping onto her, I start grinding my cock into her while biting her neck.
The small piece of fabric restricting my access is drenched; her arousal is so potent.
It’s driving me fucking crazy. Gliding my fingers under the bands of her thong, I forcefully rip them off her body.
I start roughly teasing her, spreading her juices, making it easy for me to slide in.
She’s blissed out of her mind, so she doesn’t pick up on me grabbing my phone, hitting the FaceTime icon, then Juni’s name, and pressing the green call button.
I flip the camera around as Juni answers the call. Confusion marks her face when she sees me on FaceTime. Before she gets a word out, I forcefully slam into Amy, or is it Abby? Her breath hitches.
Juni’s voice cuts through all the heavy breathing. “What the fuck? Reece…is that you?” Hurt laced her voice.
“Sure, fucking is, Pretty Girl; I wanted to share my view with you,” I say with disdain.
“Michael…Who is that, and who is Reece?” Whatever her name asks from under me. I don’t respond as I hang up on Juni and throw my phone in the process.
“Michael, are you going to stop dry humping me and actually stick it in? Or should I do it myself?” She reaches down only to realize I’m already buried inside of her. She starts to laugh. She's fucking laughing at me.
I stand up forcefully, pulling out of her and going to find my discarded clothes. “I don’t feel like fucking a fish tonight anyway. If I did, I would have just fucked my wife,” I say as I open the door and slam it shut. “Fuck you! You dirty bitch, my dicks not that small.”