My eyes went to the one I’d replaced it with. Bigger, better, and this one was never coming off her damn finger ever. “If you’re going to destroy them, why did you have them moved in the first place?” Huffy!
“I wasn’t thinking, and I don’t think you use your head much either. Otherwise, you’d know that there’s no way I’d let you wear anything that asshole’s money bought.” I saw that tightening of the mouth thing, she does so well and ignored it.
“You’re so unreasonable.” Oho, what is this now? The little lamb is fighting back? I hid the smile that threatened to break free. I’ve been waiting for this, waiting for her to break out of that shell and come back at me.
She’s been walking around here like a guest in a stranger’s home for too long, was still way too cautious around me like she was afraid I’d lose my shit with her or something. I didn’t have to ask to know that she’d learned that shit from dealing with him. If I ever find out he’d hit her, I’ll dig his ass up and cut his fucking head off.
“How is that unreasonable angel?” The chef, maybe sensing danger, decided to get out of dodge. “I’ll see you both tomorrow, sir, goodnight.” He beat feet to the door, and I turned back to her. “Go ahead, tell me.” Yes, defend him so I can knock your head off.
“You’re acting just like…” She didn’t even get the word out before I was dragging her from her seat to my lap. I pushed the dishes out of the way and pushed her back against the table, not caring that the shit was digging into her back. The hard mahogany can’t be that comfortable.
I looked her dead in her eyes and tore the dress from off her shoulders with one hand while tearing her panties with the other. “I see you didn’t learn your lesson upstairs.” I fished around beneath her ass for my zipper while she fought me and released my hard, angry cock.
I lifted her by the waist and brought her down on my cock. Her pussy didn’t get wet until the third stroke. “Gavin…”
“Shut up, you asked for this.” I fucked her sore pussy hard and fast as she cried out and came inside her without letting her get off, before lifting her off me and got up from the table and walked away.
I slammed out of the house and headed for my car. I was inside with the key in the ignition before I calmed down. Did she really think that? That I was like him? The fuck does she mean by that? I sat out there for ten minutes before I started worrying about her.
Figures, she acts up, and I feel guilty. I wonder who the fuck is addicted to whom? I slammed out of the car and headed back to the house and opened the door to find her sitting on the couch with tear tracks on her face.
Now how do I play this shit? My first instinct was to go to her, take her in my arms, sit her on my lap and cuddle until she was no longer feeling hurt.
But if I did that shit now, it would set the tone for all future arguments. Fuck if I’m giving in so easy when she was the one that fucked up. I did step back in surprise, though, when she flew up from the couch and ran to me. And my heart melted when she wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” I’m such a dick. I could’ve just let it go, let her have that one.
“You said it, so you meant it.”
“No, I didn’t, I was just being mean because you always seem to win, to have your way with everything. I just wanted to get some of my own back, but that was a low blow.”
“So you don’t think I’m like the asshole?”
“Gavin.”
“Okay-okay, I’ll respect the dead.” I rolled my eyes over her head. Like that’s a thing. “Anyway, let’s go for a drive.” She was back to being chipper in no time; for someone that didn’t want to move, she sure does like my neighborhood.
Gavin
“Mom told me your idea about getting married at the courthouse.” I felt her stiffen as I nibbled on her lips. I gripped her hair and pulled her face away from mine. “Did you really think I would let that happen? That I would let you hide the fact that you’re my woman from the rest of the world?”
“Gavin, it’s what’s best…”
“Best for who? The people who’re gonna talk? Let them talk. How many times must I say this? You’re not doing anything wrong. As for the wedding, if you had two hundred guests when you married that fuck, then we’re having four. If your wedding dress cost thirty thousand this one will cost sixty, are you getting the picture? Just like this ring is worth more than twice what the one he bought you is worth.”