Chapter 15
Isaac
“Isaac, get off! Matt’s home!”
Denise squirms, shoving against my chest. I don’t move.
Let her loser boyfriend catch me on top of her.
Once he recovers from seeing his girlfriend with another man between her legs, he’ll get mad, maybe even start a fight.
I’ll crush him into a paste and toss him out for good, then Denise will be all mine.
Although, I’m unsure about that last part. When I suggested she must really love Matt last night, Denise’s weak sauce reply was telling. But it’s still possible that if I make Matt leave, she’ll go too. She might not love the asshole, but she’s bent on protecting him for some goddamn reason.
Matt closes the basement door. He’s on the landing and can’t see us. The ceiling is higher over the stairs than in the rest of the room. I pull away from Denise and stand, adjusting my erection so it’s less visible. Matt’s footsteps thud down the stairs.
Denise lurches upright, smooths her hair, and fixes her clothes. She tries to appear composed, but her flushed cheeks are a neon sign that she almost got caught doing something naughty.
Matt freezes at the bottom of the stairs when he sees me. It’s the first time we’re in the same room since the theft. My anger returns, but it’s not as strong as it was yesterday. I’m more disgusted by his presence.
“What’s going on?” he asks, his voice unsteady.
He darts a look between me and Denise. It’s not suspicion in his eyes. He’s trying to get a cue from Denise on whether he’s safe or if he should flee.
I beckon him. “It’s hard to hear you from over there. Come closer.”
Matt grips his backpack’s strap. “So you could hurt me? No way.”
“What’s stopping me from coming over there to do it?”
“I get why you’re mad, but violence isn’t the answer.”
“Sometimes, it is.”
I move closer, ignoring Denise when she calls out my name. Matt’s panicked expression as I approach is like blood in the water. He tries to take a step back, only to encounter the last basement stair. He raises his shaking hands in a stop gesture and rushes out his words.
“Isaac, hold on a minute. Hold on! I feel bad about what I did, OK? It was a mistake! A tiny, stupid mistake I’ll never make again, I promise. Besides, Denise bought back the watch today. It’s like it never happened!”
Denise appears by my side, a pleading expression on her face, silently begging me to have mercy on Matt.
She faces him. “I didn’t. Someone else bought it.”
“My watch is gone forever because of you,” I add.
Matt shakes his head. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, man.”
His face crumples like he’s about to cry. Pathetic. In the video, he pocketed my watch and strolled out of my bedroom with confidence. Now he can’t handle the consequences. He’s mistaken if he thinks sobbing will earn him sympathy. I want to earn his tears.
An idea pops into my head. It’s risky. If it doesn’t work, Matt stays, and Denise might never speak to me again.
If it does, Denise might get rid of Matt like I hope, but then keep her distance from me.
The best result is if Denise agrees to it, which is unlikely.
But in the off-chance she does, it’ll be the sweetest revenge against Matt.
Yeah. It’s a terrible plan. I’m giving it a shot anyway.
“If you’re so sorry, then why don’t you make it up to me?” I say, throwing out the bait.
Matt perks up. “For sure. I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
Amusement creeps in despite my disgust. How would he react if I told him his girlfriend said something similar right before she sucked my dick? I meet Denise’s gaze and she quickly averts it, a tell she’s remembering her words too. She stiffens when I pull her into a sideways embrace.
“I want you to watch me fuck your girlfriend.”
Denise jerks away from me, her eyes wide. “What the hell, Isaac!”
Oh, she can act. Where was her shock and horror a few minutes ago when she was rubbing up on me, ready to let me fuck her?
“It’s a fair trade. Your boyfriend took something valuable from me. I’ll take something valuable from him in return. Then I won’t report his theft to the police, and he avoids prison.”
Matt looks as dazed as if I’d punched him for real. “But—but she’s like your—” He shakes his head. “That’s messed up!”
“I don’t care. I want her.” I lock eyes with Denise until she turns away. Then I shift to Matt. “What do you say? Are you going to watch me have her?”
“Would you stop?” Denise demands. “You’re taking this too far!”
I stare at Matt as I respond. “Denise, please be quiet and let Matt answer the question.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the death glare she throws at me, but my focus stays on Matt’s face. Time ticks on, background noises magnified in the long stretch of silence, like the fridge hum, cars driving by outside, and the wind rattling the windows.
If I were Matt, I wouldn’t have to think about an answer. Not even for a second. If some asshole told me he wants to fuck Denise while I watch, he would pay for that mistake with a trip to the hospital. But Matt is giving this some serious thought, just short of wringing his hands.
“I—I guess I could be OK with that,” he finally says, then darts a nervous glance at Denise. “If Denise is OK with it.”
Denise redirects her outrage at Matt. “Are you kidding me?”
My blood boiling, I jab my finger at the couch.
“You’re willing to sit there and watch the woman you want to be your wife have sex with someone else?
You don’t mind listening as your girlfriend comes on another man’s cock?
You’re willing to whore out Denise so you don’t go to prison? Is that right?”
He makes a face. “Come on, man. Don’t make it sound so nasty when you know I don’t have a choice. I can’t go to prison! And I’m not whoring her out. Denise has to be OK with it. I’ll hate it, but at least you’re not a stranger. You won’t hurt her.”
Sure, I set the trap, but I’m still pissed he walked right into it.
He could’ve at least put up a fight. Told me to go fuck myself.
This selfish coward doesn’t love Denise.
He’ll only bring her harm if he remains in her life.
He needs to pay in a way that’s memorable for showing me how little he values her.
Without thinking, I rush toward Matt and grab him by the front of his shirt.
He yelps when I slam him hard against the wall.
“Stop!” Denise cries out behind me. “Stop it!”
I’ve wanted to beat her shitty boyfriend senseless since I discovered his theft.
Every single part of me is begging to pound my fist into his side repeatedly and enjoy his pain.
But I second-guess myself now that I have him pinned.
I would be reverting to the worst version of myself if I hit him.
He’s a lean, twenty-something-year-old kid.
I work out, and I have an active job. In my teens, I used to be a piece of shit who picked fights with kids weaker than me.
I can’t be that person again. Especially not in front of Denise.
Denise comes toward us, grabbing my arm. “Let him go!”
She squeezes between me and Matt, using herself as his shield. Unfuckingbelievable. I wanted to protect her from him, but she’s protecting him from me. I release Matt’s shirt and back away. He shifts his body to cower behind Denise like a cockroach scuttling somewhere to hide.
I hold Denise’s stare. “You’ll always look out for him, but he’ll never put you first. You deserve better than that.”