“Where’s my girlfriend?”
My girlfriend.
My nostrils flare. “You don’t get to call her that after what you’ve done to her.”
Essence’s muffled moans get louder, but Evan doesn’t even hear her.
“Just put her on the phone, asshole. You want me to call the cops?” he threatens weakly.
“Go ahead and call them, and I'll tell them you like to beat the shit out of Essence. We can go to jail together, amico.”
Evan coughs, and it sounds juicy.
“Put Essence on the phone, man,” he whines pathetically. “Please. I need her.”
I smirk. “Hold on, Evan. She’s coming.”
I toss her phone onto the couch without muting it; I want Evan to hear everything I'm doing to his girlfriend.
Essence and I lock eyes for a moment, and then she explodes all over my fingers. Her sweet moans fill the room, and the sight of her covered in my marks almost makes me come, too.
I continue fucking her with my fingers until I've wrenched every bit of her orgasm out of her. Only then does Essence lay back, exhausted and out of breath.
I pick up the phone again with a smirk on my face. “Okay, here she is.”
Essence looks alarmed when I shove the phone at her, but she sits up and clears her throat. “Evan? Are you okay?”
His voice is booming through the phone from him screaming at her. She pulls it away from her ear and flinches at his tone.
I don’t know what he’s saying to her, but I'm not going to sit here and listen to him verbally abuse her right in front of me.
“That’s enough,” I say sharply.
To my surprise, Evan stops.
“Are you listening?”
He clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Good. Let me make one thing clear to you, Evan: Essence is mine now. She’s given you more than enough chances, put up with enough of your bullshit, and now she’s done. You could have given her the world, but instead you treated her like shit, even though she does so much for you. You should consider yourself lucky to have someone like her. Do you realize that?”
Evan doesn’t say anything, so I repeat the question.
“Yeah, yeah, I realize that,” he grumbles, but I'm not entirely sure I believe him.
It doesn’t fucking matter, though, because this is the last time he’ll get to speak to my flower again.
“You fucked my girlfriend,” he says miserably.
“Like I just told you, she’s mine. Don’t bother calling her anymore because she’s done. I’ll be the one to pick up all of her stuff, so I wouldn’t bother trying to tamper with it. I know every single item that she owns in that house, and I'll be sure to collect all of it.”
Before Evan has a chance to say anything else, I hang up the phone and hand it back to Essence.
She looks at me in disbelief.
“What?” I ask with a shrug.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she says, astonished.
