“Don’t answer the door,” he grunts. He tries to grab on to me but I move farther from his grasp. My mind is racing and the urge to knee him in the balls is strong.
“You have a girlfriend and you kissed me!” I shout, ignoring him. I’ll answer the door all I want, I think to myself. I refuse to agree with anything he is saying right now. He won’t have to worry about me answering his door anyways because I’ll be leaving as soon as my suitcase gets here.
“You kissed her?” I hear the shock in the woman’s voice from behind me. The guilt comes over me then. I feel so bad that I kissed another woman’s boyfriend. I didn’t just kiss him, I was having filthy thoughts every five seconds about all the other things that I wanted to do to him. I even weaseled my way into staying with him in an attempt to bring those fantasies to fruition.
Why does his girlfriend have to be so pretty on top of it? Why do I even care, for that matter? This isn’t her fault and of course he has a pretty girlfriend. I’m not sure why I would think that he had an ugly girlfriend with him being hotter than an iron that’s ready to brand. This new revelation stings and, more than anything, all of this hurts my heart. I feel like someone is reaching into my chest and squeezing it. Maybe Ma was right about me. My heart is way too easy to get at. I look away so no one will see the tears that I didn’t realize are streaming down my cheeks. I swipe at them, growing angry.
The next thing I hear is a loud smack that fills the entryway and I feel a sting in my palm. “Ouch!” I scream, shaking my hand. I didn’t know it would hurt so much to smack someone. How is Dad always doing that to Ma’s ass? I must have done it wrong. Drake doesn’t even flinch and my hand is now throbbing, so I definitely did something wrong. He just stands there looking as shocked as the rest of us now. His girlfriend made the loudest gasping noise that I have ever heard when my hand connected with his face.
In the aftermath everyone goes quiet and I’m the first to speak. “Do you want to smack him too?” I turn to look at the pretty blonde, whose mouth is still hanging open. She shakes her head no. “Are you sure?” I ask again. She shakes her head no harder this time. “To each their own,” I tell her. “If I was in your shoes, though, I would smack the shit out of him and make him beg for forgiveness and still never forgive him. Make sure he buys you something that’s worth it. I’m sure you know that he’s very rich,” I toss out. “With his bragging and all,” I add for good measure.
I jerk my head back to Drake and he suddenly wraps his hand around my wrist to stop me from shaking out my hand, which still stings. Of all the things that I thought he would do at this point, he does the last thing I expect him to. He brings my hand to his mouth and gently kisses my palm.
I think back to when Ma used to kiss my hand when I had a boo-boo and I would play along, telling her it felt better. Her kiss never stopped it from hurting but I knew it made her feel good when I said it did. I don’t know if Drake’s mouth has magical powers, but when it brushes my palm it makes me forget everything else. I stand there in shock and I’m unable to move. Why is this asshole still kissing me with his girlfriend standing here?
“Sir?” I hear the blonde speak, breaking the silence and reminding me what is going on. Wait—did she call him sir?
Oh crap.
I glance back to her and see that she has a stack of files in one hand and a crossbody bag that looks a little like a briefcase across her torso. I can tell she’s trying to hold back a smile.
I’m starting to think I got the wrong idea. Maybe I shouldn’t answer the door anymore. I’m never going to admit that out loud though.
6
Drake
I can still feel the sting on my face from where Delilah slapped me. It really shouldn’t have turned me on but the rock-hard cock that I am now sporting says different. I don’t know what I’m going to do with this little fireball. She is like a beautiful wild horse that needs to be tamed and I am going to be the one to do it. At this moment, though, all I can do is stare down at her in awe. I have never been struck by anyone and she smacked the shit out of my face. As if that wasn’t enough, she then proceeded to try and get someone else to join in and do it too.