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Before he could protest, I was weaving my way through the crowd towards my latest conquest, and what I knew was going to be a very satisfying night.
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Her name wasn’t Alice. It was something else entirely.
Something I completely forgot fifteen minutes after I interrupted the sausage fest that was hovering around her, and ten minutes before her tongue was in my mouth with her hand down my pants.
Everything else about her was pretty much a complete blur the minute I had her in my Nissan Rogue and was driving back to my place. The radio was turned up loud, tuned to some modern pop bullshit that she wouldn’t stop singing along to. For a second, I felt like I was driving a high school drama queen to her first college frat party, especially with all the yapping and ‘like’s’ and ‘oh my god’s’. It almost turned me off completely, and there was an instant when I wanted to turn the car around and drive back to the bar.
But then she unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock and gave me one of the best blowjobs I ever had, all with me trying to keep the car from swerving of
f the road.
She was on me the second we set foot in my apartment, and it only took me ten minutes before I had her screaming so loud, I was worried the neighbors would call the cops. And she kept coming back for more. No matter how strong her orgasm, no matter how hard I fucked her. She always wanted more.
When we were finally done, she quickly fell asleep, and I had to roll her off me like a deadweight. I looked at her, blonde hair disheveled, arms tucked in between her huge breasts, her legs pulled up so that she was sleeping in a fetus position.
Bobby was right. I needed to get her out of the apartment bright and early.
Hannah really was a scary woman.
Chapter 3: Andrea
Dennis’s car was not in the driveway when I pulled up to the house. I let out a long sigh of relief, a part of me glad that I’d be spared a tongue lashing for being late, but another part of me just a little pissed off, too. No car in the driveway meant he was at the bar, drinking with his coworkers, and more than likely trying to get some girl’s number. Preferably one with daddy issues. He liked those the most.
I thought that, by time, the cheating would stop bothering me. The first time it had happened, he had come home well after midnight smelling like booze and perfume. I had been stupid enough to confront, and he had been quick with the beating.
It hadn’t been the first time he’d laid his hands on me. No. Dennis always had a temper, and it only took us three months into the marriage for him to blow up about some random, insignificant thing. I was raised to be tough, my father a cop who had always told me that if I wanted men to respect me, I had to show them that I was willing to earn that respect.
Dennis, on the other hand, felt otherwise. And my confrontation led to a black eye and cut lip that kept me out of work for three days until the swelling had died down enough for foundation to mask it. I should have walked out then, but I couldn’t. A part of it was shock, maybe. The fact that he could actually hit me came as a bit of a surprise, which, looking back, it shouldn’t have. So, I blamed my decision to stay on shock.
But the truth was completely different.
Dennis had been my high school sweetheart, and even though he was a popular kid back home, my parents had hated him. And they had been very vocal about it. To the point where my dad would actually chase him off if he ever came near the house. Once he had even threatened to arrest Dennis, which I knew was bullshit. But for a kid in high school, that had been a serious threat.
So, when I had finally worked up the nerve to tell them that I was marrying him, my father had given me a long, hard stare, rubbed his stubble and said, “Get out of my house.”
And I haven’t gone back since.
Now, looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror, a part of me wished he had done a little more than that. My mother had tried to stop me. Even my brother had tried to talk some sense into me. But I wouldn’t budge, mainly because I knew that as long as dad wasn’t going to get involved, I was going to be fine.
I regretted that more than ever now.
They’ll take you back, you know. Pack up your things, get in your car, and drive home. It isn’t that far, and they’ll take you back.
That little voice in my head had a habit of repeating that particular mantra over and over again, especially on days like this. When I was too stressed out to think clearly, or to come up with a better solution to my problems other than running away.
You don’t need better solutions. There’s just one!
I sighed, climbed out of my car and trudged to the front door. I hesitated, looked back at my car, and closed my eyes for a few seconds. My body was urging me back to the Honda, ask if silently pushing me to run away now, quickly, before he got back. Forget the clothes, the jewelry, the few hundred dollars stashed away in the cookie jar over the sink cabinets. Go, now, and never look back.
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting back from ten. I pushed the key into the hole, unlocked the door and stepped into the house.
There was a general lack of warmth to the house. I could never put my finger on it, but ever since we had bought it, mostly out of my own savings, there was constant chill that ran through the whole place. My mother once said that a home’s warmth comes from the happiness within its walls. If that were true, then the house really did reflect the mood of its current inhabitants.
I quickly scanned the living room and hall, making sure that I truly was alone, and Dennis was not lying in some drunken stupor on the couch, finding his way home only because someone had been smart enough to take the keys away from him before he had started binge drinking. But the house was quiet. And cold. And annoyingly inhospitable, a feeling I had gotten used to over the years but was still strong enough to never let me forget.
I kicked off my heels and made my way upstairs, tossing my purse on the chair by the bedroom door. I felt the tension in my neck slowly ease, the knowledge that at least tonight I’d be Dennis-free making my nerves ease. I felt the muscles in my body relax, and I slowly began to undress. The chill against my skin felt good. I wiggled my toes against the cold hardwood floor and eyed the bed wearily.
