The tattoo was getting started. He didn’t want this. How did he end up in this chair getting a tattoo he didn’t want? Let’s go back to about 5 years ago. Broken and abused he met the sweetest woman he had ever laid eyes on. They quickly became a couple and things started off picture perfect. Thomas and Emily made a necessary move from one state to another. Everything seemed like it was going well but as the days went by Thomas started to notice how distant she was becoming. There was no more passion or touching. Planned date nights were a thing of the past. The kisses they used to share throughout the day were also diminishing. Long nights alone became an issue to Thomas, but Emily didn’t seem to notice there was an issue. She was struggling to keep up with her studies and a demanding full-time job in the hospital. The long nights didn't leave much room for date nights with her boyfriend.
Two years of the same routine, the devil got busy. Thomas met Mya. Mya was a beautiful brown skinned woman with enchanting green eyes. She became all he could think about. Mya was attentive, gentle, and thoughtful. There was an instant connection between them. They eventually started to see each other secretly. Their encounters were both passionate and meaningful all at the same time. Hotel encounters became a routine they knew too well.
One evening during their rendezvous, as Thomas undressed, Mya had started without him. Her toys were clean and packed up neatly in her weekend bag. Watching her enjoy herself was his favorite part of their encounters. She slowly placed one of her toys on her inner thighs and gently moved it closer to her vulva. Just before she slipped it in, she drenched it with his favorite tasting lubricant. She slowly inserted her toy and began to pleasure herself. As his gaze locked in on her and what she was doing, he tossed his shoes across the room. Thomas longed to taste that sweet lubricant mixed with her juices, he damn near torn his pants off.
“Don’t you replace me with that toy, Mya!” He exclaims. But Mya had already gotten into her rhythm and was sinking into her euphoria. Just as she was about to flow, Thomas slid into bed with her and grabbed her toy as he replaced it with his tongue. He lived for days like this. Thomas was an entrepreneur, and his work was mostly done in the evenings and usually only lasted about four to five hours a day, so that left plenty of extra time on his hands. Emily worked the 3rd shift at the Children's Hospital, so she slept during the day. She didn’t have a clue of just how deep Thomas had fallen. This became the new routine of their relationship.
A few months later, on a Friday night, Emily showed up to her shift as usual, but with so much going on at school, she had completely forgotten she was scheduled to be off that night and the following night. She quickly realized this, immediately returned to her station and logged out. She was so excited to finally be able to spend the weekend with Thomas. She decided to surprise him instead of letting him know she was on her way home. On her way there, she stopped at his favorite seafood restaurant and picked up his favorite meal. She worked on the other side of town and had a long drive home.
On the other side of town, Thomas and Mya had plans of their own. Thomas had asked Mya to come over since Emily had a double shift to work. He planned it out perfectly, he ordered takeout from his favorite seafood restaurant. The same restaurant Emily had stopped at, and even bought some candles.
Just as they were getting ready to enjoy their candlelit dinner, Thomas stared at Mya admiring her beauty, just as he did when they first met. He was captivated by her dewy, flawless skin, captivating eyes and lustrous, long dark hair. Thomas then sighed. There was something he had to tell her.
At first, he struggled with what he wanted to say, but then he sighed one last time and the words just came right out. "Mya, I love my girlfriend, and I really want to be doing this with her. I know I am wrong for this, but I really need to work on the relationship I started with her, without interruptions''. Mya’s beautiful, green eyes were filled with tears as she heard Thomas say this.
She was in disbelief of what she had just heard. At this point, Mya was already deeply in love with Thomas. She tried to hold back her tears as she got up from the dinner table and said, "I cannot accept this, Thomas. Emily walked in and shouted, "You cannot accept what?” She turned to look at Thomas and yelled, “Who is this and what the fuck is going on?" "Em, I can't even lie, I fucked up, I'm sorry Mya." Thomas states remorsefully. "Why the fuck are you apologizing to her?” Emily yells as she stands near the door. “BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" Emily exclaims glaring at Mya with her arm pointing towards the door. "Emily, I'm really sorry." Thomas attempts to explain yet again, but she rolls her eyes at him and darts to their bedroom, frantically looking around.
As she leaves the room, Thomas looks at Mya and tells her, “I’m sorry, but you need to leave now. I will call you later.” "Here the fuck it is!" screamed Emily, as Thomas takes a hard gulp, recalling just how crazy Emily can get when she’s infuriated. Thomas rushes into their bedroom and sees her holding her handgun, with his heart beating a million miles an hour, He gets his words out; "Emily, please put the gun down! Please don't do something you will--" before he can finish, Emily exclaims, "Will what Thomas, you really think I will regret shooting your sorry ass?!” "No," replies Thomas. “I know you will not regret it baby, please let's sit down and talk so that I can explain.” “Baby, as soon as you were walking in, I was letting her know how much I love you, she was leaving as you walked it, that's why she said she wouldn't accept it.
Fast forward five years, they worked it out or so he thought. Thomas was still ashamed and regretful of what he had done. He decided getting a tattoo was the perfect way to let her know she’s the only one for him. He confidently walks into the tattoo shop determined to never make the same mistake again. The tattoo gets placed right in the middle of his chest reading “Emily” with asteroids, her favorite flower. A lot changed in five years, Emily's feelings however, only shifted.
Emily was not impressed with the tattoo Thomas was getting. “I hope that shit hurts a lot more than he can take,” she thought to herself. Emily was over Thomas. Why she stayed with him was a mystery to those close to her. Emily's main reason was because she knew it would destroy her father, the man that married her mother for better or worse, adored her mother until her death and raised their kids with love and discipline.
Deep down, Emily knew her father would be fine with her leaving Thomas but ever since her mother passed away, two years ago, her father has enjoyed spending time with his married children to remind him of the beautiful times he and his wife shared together. Emily just couldn’t bear to hurt her father.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right” were words that Emily's parents had instilled in her, but words like “an eye for an eye,” was what she grasped on to, for her own convenience of course. Emily’s feelings towards Thomas shifted the moment she walked into their home to see him and his mistress having a romantic dinner together. Regardless of this, Emily continued to stay with Thomas and remained faithful to him.
Josh was out having lunch with his friends when Emily walked in and sat at the bar. She ordered her usual peach tea and southwest egg rolls after a long shift at the hospital. Josh couldn’t help but stare at her. “Why is he looking at me?” thought Emily. “I’m in my work scrubs and my hair is a mess!” Josh appeared to be around Emily’s age. He had dark black hair styled in a pompadour and had the most beautiful light brown/green eyes she had ever seen. Emily noticed he was walking up to her and started to panic. Josh came up to her and asked, “May I please get some napkins?” since there was a stack of napkins right in front of her. “If you need them, get them yourself,” said Emily in a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me?” asked Josh, stunned as he grabbed some napkins himself because Emily was not helping. She quickly rose from her stool, made brief eye contact with him, and headed towards the restroom without saying a word to him. As Emily came out of the restroom ready to pay her tab and head home, the bartender tells her the tab was already paid. “But I didn’t pay it, Lisa,” she tells the bartender. “Relax girl, one of my regulars paid your tab.” “Why?” asked Emily. “Looks like he liked you,” stated Lisa playfully. “Who?” questioned Emily, still very confused.
“Josh, the guy that you were talking to earlier.” said Lisa. “Oh, I wasn’t talking to him!” exclaimed Emily, “he was trying to make me work for him.” Lisa replied, “Girl, he was only asking you for a favor, You couldn’t have handed that man a couple napkins?” Emily, leaned in and whispered “You hand them a couple napkins, next thing you know they want your number and so much more.” They both started to laugh. “Girl, don’t let one man define how you feel about the rest of them!" shouted Lisa. Emily knew Lisa had a point, she quickly gathered her things and headed out. She made her way to her car and noticed Josh was leaning on the hood of his 2022 McLaren 720S with his arms crossed. Emily wasn’t very impressed by that. She regularly sees other high end and exotic cars in the hospital parking lot. In fact, she’s sat passenger in a few of them before, but the fact that he was her age and had great taste was impressive to her.
Emily walked a little closer to Josh and started speaking, in a semi-loud voice “You should’ve saved your pretty little coins to make your payment on that house on wheels you’re driving.” Josh just looked at her and smiled. He had the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen. “But seriously,” she continued. “Thank you for paying for my lunch, we are even; I thanked you and you did it just because you wanted to. I don’t owe you anything else.” “So, your name is Emily?” stated Josh as he put his hands in his pockets, “Why are you so mean?” Josh continued without letting her answer; “All I asked you for was a couple of napkins. I don’t understand why you had to be so mean about it.” Emily just rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Look, I get it, it’s a cruel world. Which fool made you this heartless? Was it your dad? Brother? Cousin? Best friend? PLEASE SAY ANY OF THEM, JUST NOT A BOYFRIEND!” Exclaims Josh. Emily couldn’t help but crack a smile, “First of all, who gave you, my name? Second, I am not mean. I am cautious and just so you know, it was my long-time boyfriend that made me mean!” “I mean NO, HE DIDN’T MAKE ME MEAN. I AM NOT MEAN! SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?” burst out Emily. Josh gets closer to her trying to calm her down. “You had yours. Now, my turn. First, your bartender friend told me, Second, yes you are mean, to me anyway. Third, I’m done making payments on my car, so I can afford to pay your $9 tab! Lastly, why do you sit at the bar if you don’t drink? Your tab was only $9! Now, with all that said,” he stated as he delicately brushed her up against her. “Why don’t you let me help you get rid of your sorry ass and angry boyfriend. I may be able to have enough of my pretty little coins to buy you a real drink. What do you say, you ready?"
That was precisely how the pick-up line went that day exactly a year ago. Josh and Emily are out celebrating the day they first met. Emily began the conversation, “Josh, why did you say you could get rid of my boyfriend that day? What did you mean by that and what made you think he was a sorry ass boyfriend?” “Did he cheat on you first?” questioned Josh, “Yes,” replied Emily, still confused. “I also remember you called him angry, why did you say that?” asked Emily as she stirred the straw in her cocktail. “Only angry people cheat babe, that’s why.
Speaking of which, when are you leaving him? I don’t like being the OTHER one” expressed Josh, very irritated, as he drank his shot of whiskey. “Baby, you are the ONLY one for me.” Replied Emily as she reached out and grabbed his hands. “I can’t take it anymore, you sleep with him.” desperately stated Josh. “Correction Josh, I just live with him. We don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, my father is too sick to just roll this out on him. Plus, you said you would wait. Are you backing out on me, baby?” asked Emily. “No,” replied Josh as he gently held Emily’s face staring into her deep-set eyes. “I’m just tired of this, I want to show you off, not hide in another city just to take you out.”
Emily takes his strong but gentle hands off her face and interlocks hands with him. “I am sorry, Josh, but please give me a little more time. You know I am not mentally, physically, or emotionally connected to Thomas anymore.” assured Emily. “Girl, please don’t say his name around me. It turns me off” he says as he’s letting go of her hands. “So, you were turned on?” asked Emily playfully as she twirled her hair and bit her bottom lip. “Just by hearing your voice I am ready to swallow you whole, every part of you” he says as he leans in to kiss her. “I love the way you taste, your scent, your skin, and everything else about you. Let’s go to the house. so I can make love to you.”
Back at his house, better described as a mansion, Emily has made it her home away from hell as she calls it. Her and Thomas are constantly arguing and fighting about every little thing. He’s still doing the same thing. He just hasn’t been caught anymore and Emily has no plans in exposing him. “He can do whatever he wants. I don't care anymore.” Emily tells Josh as she’s drinking a glass of wine. “I can’t believe you almost committed a murder for someone that’s not worth the prison time” responds Josh as he’s caressing her hair. “Would you like me to run you a hot bath or would you like to lay out by the pool or the jacuzzi?” continued Josh. Emily chose the outdoor pool, which has a connecting lap pool and is heated.
Usually, Josh’s house was full of people, housekeepers, chefs, and yard maintenance people but today, Emily and Josh had the entire 9200 sq. ft. place all to themselves. This is exactly the way Emily liked it. She had been under a great deal of pressure at the hospital and her father was recently admitted into hospice two days ago. Today, Emily just wanted to relax with the man that promised to respect her and leave her if the idea of cheating even crossed his mind. The way Josh treated her felt too good to be true. He was the one paying her father’s hospital bills and now hospice expenses. Her siblings were too attached to possessions to even lend a hand. She felt that she could be herself with Josh. She let go of any insecurities she had and gave herself to him when they were together. “Baby, I’m gonna go make us some drinks and grab some snacks for us,” states Josh as he grabbed Emily’s hands and kissed them. He comes back with the drinks and snacks as promised and sets them down on the table.
Josh takes Emily by her hand and guides her to lay on the lounge chairs and softly begins to caress her body from head to toe. Emily slowly let’s go of all the stress, as Josh starts gently licking and sucking her toes. He runs his fingers up her ankle, to her knee and up to her thigh. Then places his finger inside her reaching her clitoris and begins to gently touch her with even strokes with enough time so that her back curves upward meeting his finger so that he can apply more pressure letting her juices flow slowly. Josh moves from her toes to her inner thighs and just as he moves his finger away from her clitoris, he goes in with his tongue, massaging every part of her vagina with it. Emily didn’t just lay back and receive. She passionately strokes his penis and with her watery mouth making Josh grip his toes together. Emily’s favorite thing to do was trying to put both his testicles gently in her mouth. Many times, Josh couldn’t help but to become engorged with his own juices that he would spill over like a hose that had been tied up at one end.
Both Josh and Emily were enjoying each other so much that day became night and they both failed to lock the front gate as the night fell. They were still giving one another, what each of them wanted. But then, they hear a loud set of footsteps approaching. “Emily, get the fuck up and put your damn clothes on,” demanded Thomas as he stood in front of them pointing a gun.
Emily saw a dark side to Thomas that night, like something out of a movie. Emily got up and replied, “Thomas, I am done. I have been done since you fucked up and cheated on me, put the gun down!” Thomas starts walking around looking for Emily’s clothes. Unable to find them, he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to her while continuing to point the gun at them. Josh refuses to move from in front of Emily, as if Thomas wouldn’t shoot him first. “Thomas let's be real. She’s done. She’s been done and that was on you dog! Come on, man!” yells Josh. “Put that shit down before we all die, because I will protect mine.” Thomas pulls out his phone and starts recording both Josh and Emily. “Look Pops! Look what your daughter is doing to our relationship!” He begins the video by showing Emily and Josh’s faces. “Thomas please don’t! You know my father is in hospice, please be considerate!” begs Emily. “Considerate, like you were being considerate by sucking his dick, bitch?” “Oh, so now I’m the bitch? Thomas, just go ahead and shoot me, you sorry ass! You know damn well you won’t!” Emily drops down to the floor followed by Josh.
Thomas, with one hand over his mouth and one holding the gun, surprised by what he had just done, looks frantically around for the front gate. Little does he know; Josh’s housekeeper came back for her purse and had already called the cops. She was hiding in the foyer waiting to hear the sirens so she could escape. Thomas finds his way to the gate and runs out.
One month later, while sitting in the kitchen waiting for their breakfast to be served, Emily asks Josh to check the news for any updates on Thomas’ apprehension. That was the only thing on her mind now since they had recently buried her father. Emily is now two months pregnant, and she won’t feel safe until he is found.
“Don’t worry, babe,” says Josh and he rubs and kisses her stomach. “He cannot hurt us anymore."
THE END
Two years of the same routine, the devil got busy. Thomas met Mya. Mya was a beautiful brown skinned woman with enchanting green eyes. She became all he could think about. Mya was attentive, gentle, and thoughtful. There was an instant connection between them. They eventually started to see each other secretly. Their encounters were both passionate and meaningful all at the same time. Hotel encounters became a routine they knew too well.
One evening during their rendezvous, as Thomas undressed, Mya had started without him. Her toys were clean and packed up neatly in her weekend bag. Watching her enjoy herself was his favorite part of their encounters. She slowly placed one of her toys on her inner thighs and gently moved it closer to her vulva. Just before she slipped it in, she drenched it with his favorite tasting lubricant. She slowly inserted her toy and began to pleasure herself. As his gaze locked in on her and what she was doing, he tossed his shoes across the room. Thomas longed to taste that sweet lubricant mixed with her juices, he damn near torn his pants off.
“Don’t you replace me with that toy, Mya!” He exclaims. But Mya had already gotten into her rhythm and was sinking into her euphoria. Just as she was about to flow, Thomas slid into bed with her and grabbed her toy as he replaced it with his tongue. He lived for days like this. Thomas was an entrepreneur, and his work was mostly done in the evenings and usually only lasted about four to five hours a day, so that left plenty of extra time on his hands. Emily worked the 3rd shift at the Children's Hospital, so she slept during the day. She didn’t have a clue of just how deep Thomas had fallen. This became the new routine of their relationship.
A few months later, on a Friday night, Emily showed up to her shift as usual, but with so much going on at school, she had completely forgotten she was scheduled to be off that night and the following night. She quickly realized this, immediately returned to her station and logged out. She was so excited to finally be able to spend the weekend with Thomas. She decided to surprise him instead of letting him know she was on her way home. On her way there, she stopped at his favorite seafood restaurant and picked up his favorite meal. She worked on the other side of town and had a long drive home.
On the other side of town, Thomas and Mya had plans of their own. Thomas had asked Mya to come over since Emily had a double shift to work. He planned it out perfectly, he ordered takeout from his favorite seafood restaurant. The same restaurant Emily had stopped at, and even bought some candles.
Just as they were getting ready to enjoy their candlelit dinner, Thomas stared at Mya admiring her beauty, just as he did when they first met. He was captivated by her dewy, flawless skin, captivating eyes and lustrous, long dark hair. Thomas then sighed. There was something he had to tell her.
At first, he struggled with what he wanted to say, but then he sighed one last time and the words just came right out. "Mya, I love my girlfriend, and I really want to be doing this with her. I know I am wrong for this, but I really need to work on the relationship I started with her, without interruptions''. Mya’s beautiful, green eyes were filled with tears as she heard Thomas say this.
She was in disbelief of what she had just heard. At this point, Mya was already deeply in love with Thomas. She tried to hold back her tears as she got up from the dinner table and said, "I cannot accept this, Thomas. Emily walked in and shouted, "You cannot accept what?” She turned to look at Thomas and yelled, “Who is this and what the fuck is going on?" "Em, I can't even lie, I fucked up, I'm sorry Mya." Thomas states remorsefully. "Why the fuck are you apologizing to her?” Emily yells as she stands near the door. “BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" Emily exclaims glaring at Mya with her arm pointing towards the door. "Emily, I'm really sorry." Thomas attempts to explain yet again, but she rolls her eyes at him and darts to their bedroom, frantically looking around.
As she leaves the room, Thomas looks at Mya and tells her, “I’m sorry, but you need to leave now. I will call you later.” "Here the fuck it is!" screamed Emily, as Thomas takes a hard gulp, recalling just how crazy Emily can get when she’s infuriated. Thomas rushes into their bedroom and sees her holding her handgun, with his heart beating a million miles an hour, He gets his words out; "Emily, please put the gun down! Please don't do something you will--" before he can finish, Emily exclaims, "Will what Thomas, you really think I will regret shooting your sorry ass?!” "No," replies Thomas. “I know you will not regret it baby, please let's sit down and talk so that I can explain.” “Baby, as soon as you were walking in, I was letting her know how much I love you, she was leaving as you walked it, that's why she said she wouldn't accept it.
Fast forward five years, they worked it out or so he thought. Thomas was still ashamed and regretful of what he had done. He decided getting a tattoo was the perfect way to let her know she’s the only one for him. He confidently walks into the tattoo shop determined to never make the same mistake again. The tattoo gets placed right in the middle of his chest reading “Emily” with asteroids, her favorite flower. A lot changed in five years, Emily's feelings however, only shifted.
Emily was not impressed with the tattoo Thomas was getting. “I hope that shit hurts a lot more than he can take,” she thought to herself. Emily was over Thomas. Why she stayed with him was a mystery to those close to her. Emily's main reason was because she knew it would destroy her father, the man that married her mother for better or worse, adored her mother until her death and raised their kids with love and discipline.
Deep down, Emily knew her father would be fine with her leaving Thomas but ever since her mother passed away, two years ago, her father has enjoyed spending time with his married children to remind him of the beautiful times he and his wife shared together. Emily just couldn’t bear to hurt her father.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right” were words that Emily's parents had instilled in her, but words like “an eye for an eye,” was what she grasped on to, for her own convenience of course. Emily’s feelings towards Thomas shifted the moment she walked into their home to see him and his mistress having a romantic dinner together. Regardless of this, Emily continued to stay with Thomas and remained faithful to him.
Josh was out having lunch with his friends when Emily walked in and sat at the bar. She ordered her usual peach tea and southwest egg rolls after a long shift at the hospital. Josh couldn’t help but stare at her. “Why is he looking at me?” thought Emily. “I’m in my work scrubs and my hair is a mess!” Josh appeared to be around Emily’s age. He had dark black hair styled in a pompadour and had the most beautiful light brown/green eyes she had ever seen. Emily noticed he was walking up to her and started to panic. Josh came up to her and asked, “May I please get some napkins?” since there was a stack of napkins right in front of her. “If you need them, get them yourself,” said Emily in a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me?” asked Josh, stunned as he grabbed some napkins himself because Emily was not helping. She quickly rose from her stool, made brief eye contact with him, and headed towards the restroom without saying a word to him. As Emily came out of the restroom ready to pay her tab and head home, the bartender tells her the tab was already paid. “But I didn’t pay it, Lisa,” she tells the bartender. “Relax girl, one of my regulars paid your tab.” “Why?” asked Emily. “Looks like he liked you,” stated Lisa playfully. “Who?” questioned Emily, still very confused.
“Josh, the guy that you were talking to earlier.” said Lisa. “Oh, I wasn’t talking to him!” exclaimed Emily, “he was trying to make me work for him.” Lisa replied, “Girl, he was only asking you for a favor, You couldn’t have handed that man a couple napkins?” Emily, leaned in and whispered “You hand them a couple napkins, next thing you know they want your number and so much more.” They both started to laugh. “Girl, don’t let one man define how you feel about the rest of them!" shouted Lisa. Emily knew Lisa had a point, she quickly gathered her things and headed out. She made her way to her car and noticed Josh was leaning on the hood of his 2022 McLaren 720S with his arms crossed. Emily wasn’t very impressed by that. She regularly sees other high end and exotic cars in the hospital parking lot. In fact, she’s sat passenger in a few of them before, but the fact that he was her age and had great taste was impressive to her.
Emily walked a little closer to Josh and started speaking, in a semi-loud voice “You should’ve saved your pretty little coins to make your payment on that house on wheels you’re driving.” Josh just looked at her and smiled. He had the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen. “But seriously,” she continued. “Thank you for paying for my lunch, we are even; I thanked you and you did it just because you wanted to. I don’t owe you anything else.” “So, your name is Emily?” stated Josh as he put his hands in his pockets, “Why are you so mean?” Josh continued without letting her answer; “All I asked you for was a couple of napkins. I don’t understand why you had to be so mean about it.” Emily just rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Look, I get it, it’s a cruel world. Which fool made you this heartless? Was it your dad? Brother? Cousin? Best friend? PLEASE SAY ANY OF THEM, JUST NOT A BOYFRIEND!” Exclaims Josh. Emily couldn’t help but crack a smile, “First of all, who gave you, my name? Second, I am not mean. I am cautious and just so you know, it was my long-time boyfriend that made me mean!” “I mean NO, HE DIDN’T MAKE ME MEAN. I AM NOT MEAN! SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?” burst out Emily. Josh gets closer to her trying to calm her down. “You had yours. Now, my turn. First, your bartender friend told me, Second, yes you are mean, to me anyway. Third, I’m done making payments on my car, so I can afford to pay your $9 tab! Lastly, why do you sit at the bar if you don’t drink? Your tab was only $9! Now, with all that said,” he stated as he delicately brushed her up against her. “Why don’t you let me help you get rid of your sorry ass and angry boyfriend. I may be able to have enough of my pretty little coins to buy you a real drink. What do you say, you ready?"
That was precisely how the pick-up line went that day exactly a year ago. Josh and Emily are out celebrating the day they first met. Emily began the conversation, “Josh, why did you say you could get rid of my boyfriend that day? What did you mean by that and what made you think he was a sorry ass boyfriend?” “Did he cheat on you first?” questioned Josh, “Yes,” replied Emily, still confused. “I also remember you called him angry, why did you say that?” asked Emily as she stirred the straw in her cocktail. “Only angry people cheat babe, that’s why.
Speaking of which, when are you leaving him? I don’t like being the OTHER one” expressed Josh, very irritated, as he drank his shot of whiskey. “Baby, you are the ONLY one for me.” Replied Emily as she reached out and grabbed his hands. “I can’t take it anymore, you sleep with him.” desperately stated Josh. “Correction Josh, I just live with him. We don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, my father is too sick to just roll this out on him. Plus, you said you would wait. Are you backing out on me, baby?” asked Emily. “No,” replied Josh as he gently held Emily’s face staring into her deep-set eyes. “I’m just tired of this, I want to show you off, not hide in another city just to take you out.”
Emily takes his strong but gentle hands off her face and interlocks hands with him. “I am sorry, Josh, but please give me a little more time. You know I am not mentally, physically, or emotionally connected to Thomas anymore.” assured Emily. “Girl, please don’t say his name around me. It turns me off” he says as he’s letting go of her hands. “So, you were turned on?” asked Emily playfully as she twirled her hair and bit her bottom lip. “Just by hearing your voice I am ready to swallow you whole, every part of you” he says as he leans in to kiss her. “I love the way you taste, your scent, your skin, and everything else about you. Let’s go to the house. so I can make love to you.”
Back at his house, better described as a mansion, Emily has made it her home away from hell as she calls it. Her and Thomas are constantly arguing and fighting about every little thing. He’s still doing the same thing. He just hasn’t been caught anymore and Emily has no plans in exposing him. “He can do whatever he wants. I don't care anymore.” Emily tells Josh as she’s drinking a glass of wine. “I can’t believe you almost committed a murder for someone that’s not worth the prison time” responds Josh as he’s caressing her hair. “Would you like me to run you a hot bath or would you like to lay out by the pool or the jacuzzi?” continued Josh. Emily chose the outdoor pool, which has a connecting lap pool and is heated.
Usually, Josh’s house was full of people, housekeepers, chefs, and yard maintenance people but today, Emily and Josh had the entire 9200 sq. ft. place all to themselves. This is exactly the way Emily liked it. She had been under a great deal of pressure at the hospital and her father was recently admitted into hospice two days ago. Today, Emily just wanted to relax with the man that promised to respect her and leave her if the idea of cheating even crossed his mind. The way Josh treated her felt too good to be true. He was the one paying her father’s hospital bills and now hospice expenses. Her siblings were too attached to possessions to even lend a hand. She felt that she could be herself with Josh. She let go of any insecurities she had and gave herself to him when they were together. “Baby, I’m gonna go make us some drinks and grab some snacks for us,” states Josh as he grabbed Emily’s hands and kissed them. He comes back with the drinks and snacks as promised and sets them down on the table.
Josh takes Emily by her hand and guides her to lay on the lounge chairs and softly begins to caress her body from head to toe. Emily slowly let’s go of all the stress, as Josh starts gently licking and sucking her toes. He runs his fingers up her ankle, to her knee and up to her thigh. Then places his finger inside her reaching her clitoris and begins to gently touch her with even strokes with enough time so that her back curves upward meeting his finger so that he can apply more pressure letting her juices flow slowly. Josh moves from her toes to her inner thighs and just as he moves his finger away from her clitoris, he goes in with his tongue, massaging every part of her vagina with it. Emily didn’t just lay back and receive. She passionately strokes his penis and with her watery mouth making Josh grip his toes together. Emily’s favorite thing to do was trying to put both his testicles gently in her mouth. Many times, Josh couldn’t help but to become engorged with his own juices that he would spill over like a hose that had been tied up at one end.
Both Josh and Emily were enjoying each other so much that day became night and they both failed to lock the front gate as the night fell. They were still giving one another, what each of them wanted. But then, they hear a loud set of footsteps approaching. “Emily, get the fuck up and put your damn clothes on,” demanded Thomas as he stood in front of them pointing a gun.
Emily saw a dark side to Thomas that night, like something out of a movie. Emily got up and replied, “Thomas, I am done. I have been done since you fucked up and cheated on me, put the gun down!” Thomas starts walking around looking for Emily’s clothes. Unable to find them, he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to her while continuing to point the gun at them. Josh refuses to move from in front of Emily, as if Thomas wouldn’t shoot him first. “Thomas let's be real. She’s done. She’s been done and that was on you dog! Come on, man!” yells Josh. “Put that shit down before we all die, because I will protect mine.” Thomas pulls out his phone and starts recording both Josh and Emily. “Look Pops! Look what your daughter is doing to our relationship!” He begins the video by showing Emily and Josh’s faces. “Thomas please don’t! You know my father is in hospice, please be considerate!” begs Emily. “Considerate, like you were being considerate by sucking his dick, bitch?” “Oh, so now I’m the bitch? Thomas, just go ahead and shoot me, you sorry ass! You know damn well you won’t!” Emily drops down to the floor followed by Josh.
Thomas, with one hand over his mouth and one holding the gun, surprised by what he had just done, looks frantically around for the front gate. Little does he know; Josh’s housekeeper came back for her purse and had already called the cops. She was hiding in the foyer waiting to hear the sirens so she could escape. Thomas finds his way to the gate and runs out.
One month later, while sitting in the kitchen waiting for their breakfast to be served, Emily asks Josh to check the news for any updates on Thomas’ apprehension. That was the only thing on her mind now since they had recently buried her father. Emily is now two months pregnant, and she won’t feel safe until he is found.
“Don’t worry, babe,” says Josh and he rubs and kisses her stomach. “He cannot hurt us anymore."
THE END
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