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I have the bakery. Well, it’s not exactly mine, but it’s something. I don’t get paid nearly what I should because right now money isn’t an issue. Leaving Chad will make money an instant issue. No choice in the matter there. Life requires money. I’m not married to Chad so I’m not entitled to a thing. Not that I would even want a thing from him. I’m not that kind of woman. He hasn’t done a thing wrong to me. Ever. At least not in the sense of public opinion.
Now you ask—well, what has Chad done wrong?
He’s comfortable. He’s… predictable.Basic.
It’s the same finger touching my pussy. The same fingertip rubbing my clit. The same move of him groaning into my ear and kissing my cheek and then breathlessly asking me if it feels good. It’s the same moves and motions, touching and tasting and all that. Even when I’m giving him a blow job and I grab his hand and force it to touch the back of my head… he plays with my hair and then stops.
Slam my fucking mouth down on your cock!
Or maybe it’s that I somehow know he’s thinking about taxes, escrow accounts, and investments. He’s so far into the fucking future, which isn’t a bad thing, I guess, but what about right now?
Or the constant talks of a vacation but never planning one.
Waiting for some kind of deal that he canscore,which will make him feel manly, but it’ll only serve as conversation talking points to guys like Tyler.
It’s like an upper middle-class competition and there’s no prize in sight.
Work long hours, collect money, buy shit, never enjoy shit, and wait for the first of them all to get prostate cancer or get divorced or something.
My heart races. Fast. Hard.
That’s when my phone suddenly lights up.
The Dentist wants to see me…
Sneakingout of the house is simple.
Chad is long gone and nothing short of the house collapsing could wake him.
To be safe, I do the same thing as always with my phone.
Turn all cellular data and tracking apps off, then shut my phone down too.
I drop my phone into the cup holder and see the office door to the auto garage open and shut.
There he is.
My ten foot tall, just-out-of-prison nightmare yet fantasy.
I open my car door, step out and feel the smack of a raindrop on my face.
Followed by another and another.
Corbin keeps walking toward me.
For some reason I keep myself behind the open car door.
Forever that sense of danger that overcomes me when I’m near Corbin. I never know what he’s going to do next. What he’s going to command of me. What surprises he has in store for me.
That’s the whole point of it all.
Corbin has my panties soaked before even touching me.
My hands are shaking.
Those few raindrops are now a light drizzle.
Off in the distance there’s a very faint flash of lightning.