FIONA
My hands gripped the edge of the desk as my body moved up and down. It had been ten years since I’ve felt this type of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands gripped my waist as his teeth sank into my neck. Ten long years counted for each inch that Mister was giving me.
“Sweet like it has always been,” he grumbled.
“Shut up and keep fucking me!” I moaned.
A tinge of embarrassment settled over me as my desperate need to be touched and fucked outweighed my decision.
After Bobbie said he wanted a divorce, I needed to feel something, anything.
This was a dangerous game I was playing, but I had never been afraid of a challenge.
Mister let go of my hair and pushed my head forward as he rolled his hips, as if he had never missed a beat.
His dick was perfection, but his aggressiveness was new to me.
At one point, the man used to be in my hand like puddy, but that had since changed.
He gave me two more long strokes before I got to hooting and hollering that I was cummin’.
Once we were done, I used his bathroom to clean myself up.
I knew there was no cuddling afterwards, no sentimental affirmations, and clearly no kissing.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and for the first time in years, I looked at myself in shame.
What had I become? I had resorted to fucking a man with no emotions behind it, betraying my husband, and on the verge of losing every dime I had.
All my days of darkness began to swallow me.
Had my actions toward my family put me in this state?
Fiona Laureaux was turning into Fiona Nobody.
The tap on the bathroom door pulled me from my thoughts. “Fiona, hurry the hell up. Your pussy was good, but not good enough to stay. My kids will be here soon. When they see you, you need to be presentable.”
I took a deep breath before I swung the door open, “Mister, please. You threw a little dick. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Next week is the little food drive. Be there so that we can get this shit over with,” I told him.
I pulled a check from my purse and slid it to him. “One hundred grand. Get the shit done,” I hissed.
His brows raised. “I see that pussy found a way to come up with more money. I’m going to do what I need to do, but let me remind you, if any of them niggas get to my sons before I step in over your fuck up of not getting rid of your bonus son, I will kill you myself.
See, because while you despise your child, I live for mine.
You created this entire game that people don’t even know they’re a part of, but remember this, it can only be one winner. ”
I cleared my throat as the reminder of the night began to play in my head.
I drove as far as I could go as my eyes bounced from the road to the mirror. My hands shook, my heart raced, and a piece of me felt like I had won. I quickly pulled over and parked my car. I took a few deep breaths before I got out, walking around the front of my car to take in the damage. “Shit!”
The way I impaled that bike left my car no chance.
The sounds of the emergency services rang off in the distance.
I’d hoped they took their time leaving him there, trying to figure out what happened.
To know that Braylen was worth more to me dead than alive, it only made sense.
When Clark told me years ago that the money was tied to him, I didn’t understand until I stumbled upon all the files Bobbie had been hiding.
For years, he has been moving money into an account for Braylen.
His Will is for Braylen, his insurance policy is for Braylen, and the house that I allowed him to put his name on is for Braylen.
Right then, when I saw that, I knew that Bobbie had known all along the damage I had done to his son.
I knew I needed to get this car out of here, and calling Bobbie wasn’t an option, so I called an old friend who I knew could help.
I rushed back to my car and grabbed my phone and dialed up Mister’s number.
It didn’t take him long to answer. “Fiona, the woman who finds—”
“Mister, please. I need help. I need someone to come and get my car. I-I was in an accident.”
He sighed. “Call your husband.”
“I can’t! I can’t, I did something, something he would never forgive me for if he knew.”
“I don’t want to know. Send me your location. I will have one of my men pick it up. Fiona, the next favor will cost you. Now, goodbye.”
I exhaled after we hung up and smiled widely.
Mister’s snapping made me jump, “Fiona!” his voice pulled me back. “It’s time to leave.”
I slowly nodded my head and walked out the door. Had I known that it wasn’t Braylen on the bike that night, my actions would have been different. Now, karma thought she had one up on me, but the better bitch always wins.