My hands are shaking when I pick up my phone. I take a few more deep breaths, then I navigate to Ace’s number. My thumb hovers over the icon as a tear spills down my cheek. I almost wanna kill myself right here for letting that happen, for letting a man do this to me yet again.
Why do I even bother believing?
I exit out of that. There’s nothing to say.
But there are things todo.
For instance, I could drive over to his parents’ house and finish what I started six months ago.
Actually, I don’t even have to do that. I have something else.
I navigate to Mr. Jackson’s contact and hit the text bubble icon. Then the picture icon. Only it’s not a picture.
It’s a video.
I tap it, smiling at the thumbnail. It’s me, with Ace’s dick in my mouth. In all my eater glory. I remember how I felt when I recorded it. I loved pleasing him. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, filling my jaws with his meat, and, eventually, my throat with his cum.
I bet Mr. Jackson would enjoy watching it, too.
Let’s see.
But once again, my shaking thumb hovers over the send button as my Fitbit sends another alert.
I’m second-guessing myself.
And Ace didn’t get in the car.
I grab my binoculars with my other hand and lock in. He’s rummaging around in his car for something. He comes back out with a file folder. Now he’s walking back to the site.
I shake my head and let my phone drop onto my thigh. Deep down, I know this isn’t the way. Not now. Not after I just got done telling my new friends that my husband is mature, and that he communicates with me. I’m right to be pissed off about this, but do I really wanna do something that will put us right back at square one? I don’t even know what’s going on.
I should give him a chance to communicate with me first, and once I have all the information,thenI can decide what to do.
When I get home, I’ll just…ask him. Straight up, point blank. Then I’ll go from there.
That’s mature of me.
I’m growing up.
I pick my phone back up and back out of the disaster I almost just caused.
18
Ace
I’m so glad Veronica left for the day.
Now, I can actually focus. And I get so much shit done after she left.
Now, I get to go home to my sexy ass wife. I get to eat dinner, then I get to fuck her brains out.
It’s the life I’ve always wanted.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
It’s my dad.
I hit ignore, but he calls right back, and now I’m nervous that something’s wrong. He wouldn’t call back to back like that. The man is way too cool for that, even with his own damn kids.
