He pushes up from his chair loudly and stands. “So fucking what, it’d serve the fucker right. He put his hands on you Meebs. He should’ve been nicked for it.”
I close my eyes and rub my fingertips over my temples. “All I want is a divorce, Con. If I press charges, he’ll make it difficult. I just want to draw a line under the biggest fuck up of my life and be left alone to move on.”
He’s pacing the floor as he talks, “He should pay for what he did… What did he do, did he hurt you?” He leans on the back of the chair toward me.
“Yeah, he hurt her. I tried to get her to go to the police, but she wouldn’t,” I shoot Sophie a look as she tells Conner this.
He shakes his head at me. “If he comes near you again, I’ll kill him. Him and your prick of a brother. I’ll kill the fucking pair of them.”
I have nothing left to say, no argument left in me. I’m so tired, so ready for sleep.
“I need to get going, Con. I’ve got a shit load to do today and I’ve had no sleep,” Josh says, standing up from the table.
“I’ll come with you,” Sophie adds, standing up too.
“Well, I might as well come with you two,” I add.
“You can sit the fuck down, you’re going nowhere,” Conner says to me.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I put my hands on my hips and look at him.
“Meebs, please. Will you stay? We need to talk.”
I fold my arms across my chest and sit back in my chair, way too tired to put up a fight. I ask Sophie to make sure Duch is doing all right up on the roof terrace and to make sure she’s fed and has water.
She gives me a cuddle. “Give him a chance, Neen. You two are so good together and still bang in love. This is like a real-life fairy tale. This is your chance at a happy ending, princess. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I tell her.
Conner has called his driver to give them a lift home and ten minutes later we’re standing at his front door, waving them off.
As soon as Con shuts the door, he grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
“Get in bed, I’m gonna take a shower,” he orders.
“Bossy much?” I mumble but climb into his bed anyway.
“You’ve seen nothing yet, baby.” He winks, then heads into the bathroom.
‘Winkgasm’ being the last thought I remember running through my brain.
Conner
I turn the body jets in my shower to full blast and enjoy the sting as the water makes contact with my skin. I roll my neck and shoulders a few times, trying to release some of the anger I’ve been holding in.
I’m angry at Pearce Matthews. He’s a lying, deceitful little shit and I’m going to do what I can to bring that fucker down. Actually, it’s more than anger that I feel toward him right now. He’s caused something dark to bubble inside of me and I don’t like it.
I’m angry with Marcus Newman. Marcus fucking Newman. The bloke’s a wanker. A stuck up prick and she went and married the fucker. I can’t even bring myself to think about him putting his hands on her, but worse than the thought of him fucking her, is the thought of him hurting her. He hurt her. How? Why would anyone want to hurt her? Especially her fucking husband. I can’t even go there right now. I need to lock that one away and deal with it once I’ve got my head around what her brother did to her… to us.
I’m also angry with Meebs. I know she’s been used as a means to an end, but why the fuck did she let that happen? She’s not stupid, far from it. So why the fuck did she let her brother manipulate her the way that he did? She has no problem standing up to me, so why the fuck didn’t she stand up to that little dickhead?
I grip my hair and try and keep the rage buried deep down inside me. Turning the hot water up, I stand and endure the sting and burn as it hits my body. My usual routine when I feel like this would be to go to my place in the Kings Road and call up a few people for a night of sex. Horrible, nasty, humiliating sex. I’d watch and shout orders. I’d get off on others doing things that they ordinarily would never do. Wouldn’t even consider, but because I’m involved, because I just have this way to somehow convince people that they do want to watch that woman suck their boyfriend’s dick, while they fuck him up the arse with a strap-on, they do it. There might be a slight hesitation, but they always end up doing what I order, and you know what? They always end up enjoying it. The trick is, knowing just how far to push people.
I place my palm flat against the tiles as I fist my cock in my other hand. I need to come. It’s the only way I can calm myself the fuck down.
I have Meebs waiting for me in my bed. My beautiful Meebs. What would she think if she knew the truth about the things that I’ve done, that I’ve made others do?