Authors: Jettie Woodruff
“I’m not following you. You
have a boyfriend that you live with now. You’re chasing me, why Whitley?”
I got close to his ear and
kissed just in front. “Because I am horny, and I know what you can do to me.
Come home with me,” I whispered.
“And what would your
boyfriend think about me moving in on his territory?”
“He’s not going to know, come
on,” I coaxed, pulling his hand.
Jaron got behind the wheel of
my golf cart and drove us to my house. I couldn’t wait. I was overly frustrated
and excited. I needed this. I needed him to feed my craving before I went back
to Alex’s.
I was completely naked before
we ever made it to my bed. Jaron didn’t waste any time either. He was slamming
into me, sending my eyes to the back of my head in seconds. Son of a bitch he
felt amazing.
“What?” I asked when he
stopped.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“I heard a car door.”
“No, you didn’t, go down on
me,” I beckoned, pushing his shoulders down.
I moaned when I felt him
slide all the way out of me and move down.
I moaned even louder when I
felt his tongue slide through my slit and then focus on my throbbing clit. I
was going to last 2.7 seconds. Jesus God, he was amazing, or his tongue was
anyway. Jaron aggressively paid close attention to my swollen nub, I was right
there, right at the brink when I called out and then jumped when the overhead
light was shining in my eyes above the bed.
Jaron jumped up, grabbed his
jeans, and covered himself. I closed my legs and grabbed the comforter to cover
myself. I couldn’t speak. I was mortified. Alex had just walked in to Jaron
eating me out. Not only that, I was in the middle of an orgasm that was halted
thanks to him.
“Hey man, I don’t want any
trouble,” Jaron said, holding up one hand still covering himself with his
clothes.
“You always take little girls
to bed?” Alex calmly asked. I knew he was speaking of the age difference.
Little girls?! Really?
“Um, would you turn that
down?” Jaron asked, turning to me as I just sat frozen in time, watching the
spectacle in front of me.
“Get out,” Alex demanded in a
composed voice. I could tell that he was pissed, but his voice didn’t show it.
Jaron scurried past him and
right out the door. Alex just stood there staring as I sat stunned, not knowing
what to say.
He closed the door and left.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Did I go yell at him? Did I just hide from
him and sweep it under the rug? What the hell would I even say? I chose the
rug. I wasn’t saying a word, nor was I about to walk out there. Oh God, that
didn’t just happen.
I heard the television come
on and assumed he was sleeping on my sofa. I never said he could stay there.
Why the hell did Alex Wesson think he could do whatever the hell he wanted to
do? What gave him the right to storm in my room and throw Jaron out like he
owned me or something? Ugh, because he did. It was all one big lie that I was
forced to go along with.
I got up the following
morning when I heard Maddie. Did my dad bring her back? He didn’t usually do
that. Did Alex go get her? Ah man, I had to open the door and face him. I
didn’t want to. The only thing that kept coming to mind was the whole nightmare
from the night before; me laying spread eagle exposed with Jaron’s mouth in my
pussy. I couldn’t face him. God, I had to. I hated my life and I hated Alex
Stupid Wesson.
“I eat a eggs,” Maddie said
seeing me.
“Hi, baby. Did you have fun
at the fair?” I asked, not looking at Alex stirring eggs in the kitchen.
“Uh-huh, I wide a horse.”
“You did!”
“Uh-huh, him go wound and
wound and wound,” she explained, demonstrating with her hands in clumsy
circles.
I sat at the table with her
not about to go into the kitchen to get the much needed coffee. Alex walked
over and sat a cup in front of me. I was a little shocked that it was light in
color. He added my milk. I still didn’t look up. I couldn’t look at him.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
I engaged in three year old
conversation while Alex cooked. He sat Maddie’s scrambled eggs in front or her
with a slice of toast.
“You have a cut wike dis, Daddy,”
she said, running her finger diagonally across the toast. He smiled at her and
took it back. “And me need a sticky stuff,” she explained.
“Sticky stuff? You mean
jelly?”
“Uh-huh, de wed kind.”
“Strawberry,” I offered,
helping out.
I looked up when Alex set a
plate of eggs and toast in front of me as well. Our eyes made an awkward
contact. I quickly reverted my eyes to my plate of scrambled eggs and thanked
him. Why did I feel so ashamed when he looked at me? Why did he make me feel
that way?
“We’re leaving after lunch
with your family,” Alex assured me.
“Sure we are,” I smartly
replied sticking a fork full of eggs.
“Maddie, use your fork,” he
said, ignoring my comment.
“No, me not want to,” Maddie
exclaimed. That’s my girl.
“Use your fork or Daddy’s
going to put you in time-out.”
“No time-out here. I not have
a steps,” she said, looking at him like he was crazy. We both snickered at her
relating only having time-out at Alex’s on the bottom step.
“I sweep in a big bed,” she
said, picking up the fork, knowing it was probably in her best interest to do
so.
“Yes, you’re going home and
sleeping in your big bed tonight, and daddy will read you a bedtime story. I
missed you. You can’t stay away from me that long,” Alex told Maddie, looking
directly at me.
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“Where is your car?” I asked,
as we locked up and headed to the dining room for lunch with my dad and Dana.
“Home, I had a driver bring
me. I’m driving home,” he assured me, opening my door.
Great, I couldn’t wait.
Alex acted like nothing
happened as we ate lunch in the dining room. He even put on his fake face,
kissed me once, held my hand, and slid his arm around my waist as I helped
Maddie feed the fish, making sure they were only fed fish food.
“I give a fish a chicken
nugget,” she said, running to the table to her plate.
“You can deal with it,” I
said turning to Alex. He didn’t remove his hand as I turned, letting it brush
across my midsection.
I stepped away when my eyes
met Jaron’s, shaking my head at the whole situation. Now I felt ashamed looking
at him. What the hell?
My dad hugged Maddie and me,
shook Alex’s hand, and walked away. I hated knowing that he hated us not being
there, I hated not being there, and I hated Alex.
We rode in silence, well,
other than Maddie talking about the pink cotton candy from the fair, the dirty
pigs, the clowns, and something that I never did make out. A jerdimiss,
whatever that was. She was out like a light before we ever made it the
interstate. I stared out my side of the window, listening to the radio, turning
toward Alex when he turned it off.
“Do you want to talk about
what happened last night?”
My face was instantly
flushed. No, I didn’t want to talk to him about walking in with Jaron between
my legs.
“I just don’t understand why
you did that? Why do you care who I am with?”
“I told you, you’re not going
to be with anyone at the resort that knows your father. Were you hanging all
over that thud while you were getting drunk?”
“No, nobody would have even
known he was there, had you not showed up.”
“I don’t want you with that
guy. How old is he anyway?”
“I don’t know thirty-five,
thirty-seven something like that. I’m not planning on marrying Jaron.”
“Good thing, he’s a loser.”
“Why is he a loser?”
“He is almost forty and cooks
in a kitchen. Did he forget to grow up?”
“Whatever, Alex, not everyone
is handed careers on silver platters. Not everyone has rich parents to give
them that head start.”
“Your dad is not hurting in
the money department. I know how much he makes off of every head that comes in
that place.”
“My dad never handed me
squat. I worked for my money. And furthermore who are you to tell me who I can
and can’t be with?”
“So we’re just going to have
an open relationship?”
“What the hell does that even
mean? We don’t have a relationship. You are making me live with you because of
Maddie. That’s hardly a relationship. Were you with someone last weekend?”
He didn’t say a word.
“Thought so,” I added when he
didn’t answer. I bet that it was that blonde Kendall girl that was at his
house. He brought her to the resort. There had to be something there.
“Okay, let’s make a deal. We
still don’t have to be in a relationship, but we’ll take care of each other’s
needs.”
I knew what he was proposing.
I just couldn’t believe it. “Needs?” I asked the question that I already knew
the answer to.
“Yeah, the next time you need
your pussy licked, I’ll be the one to do it.”
Yup, I was being forced to
live with a psychopath, but couldn’t help but notice the throbbing that had
just woken between my legs. What the hell?
“You’re absurd. I can’t
believe you would even suggest something like that. NO! I would never do that.
You’re never touching me like that. This isn’t about you and I being together.
This is about you being a control freak.”
“Suit yourself, but Jaron
isn’t doing it either.”
I was so mad. I couldn’t
believe that he actually thought, let alone said it out loud that he and I were
going to have sexual relations. I couldn’t talk to him anymore. I couldn’t even
look at him. I reached over and turned the radio back on, letting him know of
my intentions to shut him out the rest of the way home.
He turned it off. “I don’t
want you drinking around men anymore either, unless it’s me.”
“Why, Alex? Regretting your
decision of shooting me down last week?”
“No, I’ve just seen you drunk
enough times now to know what you like to do when you’re drunk.”
I snorted. “You’ve seen me
drunk three times. I hardly think that justifies your opinion of what I like to
do when I’m drunk.” Yeah, so it was true.
“Why can’t you just have a
drink or two? Why do you think you need to get drunk every time you drink?”
“I’m twenty-one!” I almost
yelled. Jesus, what did he expect me to act like?
Him?
“I don’t care if you drink,
Whitley. I care that you seem to get drunk when you drink. You seem to want to
be a little reckless when you drink.”
I was done. I leaned over and
turned the radio back on.
He turned it off. “Why can’t
you just talk to me? Why do you have to get mad when I want to have an adult
conversation with you?”
I didn’t answer. I was ready
to start screaming my head off. I didn’t want to wake Maddie. And, if I am
being honest, he still intimidated the hell out of me.
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Things seemed to have gone
from bad to worse. I avoided Alex as much as possible, as did he. He started
working out of the house a little more, sometimes taking Maddie with him. Thank
God for Regan; she was my escape. My only freedom from Alex. He never said a
word when we met for lunch, shopped, or did things with the girls. It was the
bar scene that he seemed to not deal with well. He never stopped me or told me
no, but I could tell he didn’t like it.
I did control myself and didn’t
throw myself on him like I had the first time I had come home drunk, not that I
did it often. It was only twice since I’d been there, and the one time that
Regan and I stopped at Blue Moon for lunch. I did sort of go home drunk that
day, but it was in the middle of the day. That didn’t really count.
We ate supper together and
took turns bathing and reading to Maddie. We talked about her and that was
about the extent of it. I did kind of like having access to his credit card and
stopped feeling guilty about that. He was making me live in his house against
my will. He owed me an endless flow of money.
Regan taught me a lot about
fashion. I always checked out her styles when we were together. She didn’t
dress like me at all. I was raised by a river on a campground: jeans, work
boots, tees, and flannels were what I was used to. I quickly learned to love
shoes and designer clothing. I still wore jeans a lot, especially since the
weather had started to get cooler, they just weren’t my normal thirty dollar
Levi’s from JC Penny’s. They were eighty and ninety dollar jeans from classy
clothing stores.
“Where are you going?” Alex
asked, the week before Thanksgiving.
“Shopping with Regan. I want
to get Maddie and me a new outfit for dinner Thursday. What’s that?” I asked
looking at the papers he had strung about the table.
“I go sopping too,” Maddie
decided. Crap, I didn’t want her to hear me say that.
“No, you’re going to stay
home and help daddy work. Mommy’s going to get her hair done and I can’t watch
you.” I tried.
“No, no, me go a sopping.”
“We’ll go get ice cream,”
Alex told her. That did it. She didn’t want to go sopping anymore.
“I need you to sign this so I
can drop it back off with the attorney,” Alex informed me.
“Attorney? What is it?”
“Forms to have Maddie’s name
changed.”
“Maddie’s name changed?” I
didn’t want Maddie’s name changed. Why did he think he could just do that
without discussing it with me first?
“Yes, stop repeating what I
say. Just sign it. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Why would you change her
name? She knows her name now. She’s a Bradshaw not a Wesson.”
“She’s a Wesson and I want
her name legally changed.”
“We’ll talk about this later.
Regan will be here any minute.”