“So, you’re not going to answer my question?”
“What do you think, Denise?”
“I think you’re stressing over someone that doesn’t matter. To be honest, I’m tired of talking about her ass.” Grabbing my phone, I dialed Blaise’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. After the tone, I went off.
“You need to get back home right now! Keep playing with me and you’re going to find out exactly who you married.”Hanging up, I downed the rest of my drink. Looking over at Denise, I started rubbing my dick until it got hard. “Are you going to do that thing I like?”
“Nigga, are you serious right now? Tell that bitch to do it since you’re so worried about her and what she’s doing.” Tired of hearing her mouth, I swung the cup at her and hit her right in the mouth.
“All of this is your fault. You’re the one that burnt me and look at everything that unfolded after.” I could see the tears threatening to fall, but I also saw fire dancing behind the water. I gave her a look daring her to hit me back.
“Garrett, why the fuck you keep putting your hands on me? I do everything for you and all I get in return is you going upside my head and treating me like shit. What is it?” Letting out a deep breath, I gave it to her as truthfully as I could.
“You’re not her. No matter what you do, you will never be Blaise.” I know it was hard for her to hear, but there is no way I could have just slapped Blaise in any capacity, and she would have taken it.
“I don’t want to be that bitch. You’re barely home. Last I checked, you’re always here with me. The only one in denial is you.” Shaking my head, I stood to leave. My dick was getting soft, and I didn’t have the mental strength to deal with this.
“I’m going to give you time to think about what you want.”
“I want you, Garrett. You can let her out of her contract, and I’ll sign it. You would never have to worry about me challenging you.” Denise was now crying, and I was getting irritated.
“It’s bigger than what she signed for me. If it comes out that I was cheating on Blaise, I lose everything. You think I want to put up with her shit? I need her.” She looked at me in shock.
“Your trust fund?” I nodded, but the look in her eyes told me I might have made a mistake. I had now given her the ammunition to blackmail me.
“I’m only telling you this because you’re the only person I can trust. I love you, Denise, but if we want to continue living the lifestyle that we are, you have to let me do it my way. Do you understand?”
“Yes!”
“That means no more nagging and going against me. Regardless of how we feel about each other, Blaise has to stay in the picture.” I gaslit her until I could see her look soften.
“You don’t have to leave. She doesn’t come back until tomorrow. You and Mila can stay the night here. Let me take away your stress.” Sitting back down on the couch, I pulled my dick out. What could it hurt? Denise immediately got on her knees and took it in her mouth. I loved the way she sucked my dick. It was always as if she was trying to take my soul with her.
Five minutes in, I was moaning like a bitch and damn near shaking. Denise was humming and juggling my balls as she suctioned for dear life. Hearing a noise, I turned and saw Mila standing there confused as to what was happening.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I know it was on purpose, but Denise didn’t stop. She knew how Mila was, so she wanted her to go back and ask her mother about it.
“She’s just giving me a massage sweetheart. Daddy hurt himself at work. Go back to the room and lay down. I’ll come get you as soon as she’s done.”
“Okay but keep the crying down. I’m trying to listen to my songs.” She walked off and as soon as she was out of my eyesight, I hauled off and punched Denise. When her head popped up, I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed until there were tears rolling down her face.
“You think shit is a game and you’re going to make me have something done to your ass.” When it looked like she was about to pass out, I released her neck, but I didn’t give her time to recover. Grabbing her by her hair, I pushed her head back on my dick and forced it all the way down. I could hear her gagging uncontrollably, but she needed to learn a lesson. Vomit shot out of her mouth, but I kept pushing her down making her continue. Tears aggressively rolled down her face, but she allowed me to fuck her face. That’s why I always came back. She was a nasty little bitch.
18-DEVIN “THE MERCENARY” MERCER
“What are we doing here?” Landon was looking around confused, but I continued to walk towards the building.
“Group homes aren’t the only places that need good people and volunteers. Most nursing homes are a death trap with staff that don’t give a fuck. Twin had a stroke, but she was blessed to have a rich son to provide homecare. There are a lot of families who don’t have a choice. Even if it’s not a financial burden, some illnesses like dementia become too much and they have to put their people in a home.”
“Okay, so why are we here?” I shook my head at him and stopped to explain it before we got inside.
“Just because they have to be in a home doesn’t mean they shouldn’t receive the best care. However, most of the time that’s exactly what happens. Mufuckas be abusing them, leaving them soiled for hours and sometimes days. On top of everything else. We’re here to make sure these mufuckas are doing their jobs.”
“I get it. It’s a project like the group home.” I know he didn’t mean it that way, but I wanted to clarify what it was.
“Caring that people live comfortably is not a project. I would hope that some of this shit rubs off on you, and on days or times that I can’t do this, you will. I’ve put a lot of money into this place, and others just like your group home, but not because it’s a project.”
“Whewww, you in a mood today. I know that and I didn’t mean it that way. I was basically saying you did for them what you did for us. I can dig it, but how do you keep them from telling who you are?”
