Page 35 of Jealous Wife

“Eric!” Zoey’s mother cried. “You can’t just ask something like that!”

Eric shrugged before returning his eyes to Zoey’s face. His eyebrows rose as he waited for an answer. Zoey shifted her attention to her mother, but she saw a similar look on her face—she was waiting for an answer with her lips pursed.

“Can we not do this now?” Zoey moaned, glancing around at the sidewalk, hoping that Rollo and Ava were long gone by now.

“Oh my god,” Jasmine cried. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Ridiculous,” Eric raised his voice. “Well, suffice it to say this madness will stop when you return home after this internship.”

He turned around and headed for the car, muttering to himself about the terrible choices Zoey was making with her life. Jasmine shook her head as she watched her husband climb into the driver’s seat. When he was inside, with the door shut behind him, she rounded on Zoey.

“Really?” She asked. “Amarriedman? Right under that poor woman’s nose.”

Zoey sighed. “Mom, it’s not like she doesn’t know about it, okay?”

Her mother was taken aback by that. Her hand slapped against her chest as she reeled back from shock. “She knows? And allows it?”

Zoey rolled her eyes and put her hand on the door handle, pausing before getting into the backseat. “Mom, it washeridea.”

“Get into the car,” her mom snapped. “We’ll talk about this at your apartment.”

Sulking, Zoey piled into the back of the car and stayed silent on the drive home. The tension in the air was palpable. Both of her parents were seething, disgusted with her behavior. Not that it was any of their business. The way Zoey saw it, she was living her life to the best of her ability. If she wasn’t hurting anyone—which she wasn’t—then what did it matter who she spent her time with, who she allowed between her legs?

Zoey’s father pulled into the small parking lot beside the apartment. Her parents stayed in their seats, not budging. Zoey realized that they were so disappointed in her, they didn’t even want to move from the car to start ripping into her.

“My daughter,” Eric sighed, “sleeping with a married man.”

“Eric,” Zoey’s mother said softly. “She told me that his wife is fine with it.”

“Did shelookfine to you?” Eric shouted at his wife. “She looked desolate, like she’d lost all hope.”

It was then that Zoey’s dad turned around in the seat, his hands clutching the steering wheel as he craned around to stare into her eyes. Zoey gulped.

“Youdid that to her,” Eric snapped. “You broke a woman for your dirty desires.”

His upper lip curled up over his teeth as he stared at Zoey, his eyes glancing up and down her body in derision.

“I am disappointed in you. Absolutely disgusted by your behavior. We did not raise you to have no morals.”

“Eric,” Jasmine moaned. “Zoey assured me that the woman is fine with all of this. It’s none of our business.”

“None of our business,” Eric repeated bitterly. “Sure. Our daughter is actively ruining a marriage and we’re supposed to do nothing about it?”

Eric looked over his shoulder one last time, back to Zoey. “This ends when you come home to us,” he snapped. “You will go back to college, earn your degree, and never speak to these people ever again.” He paused. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Zoey said, her eyes slowly casting down to her knees.

Chapter 14

Drive all the way to the edge

“Fuck,”Avamoaned,hermouthhangingopenasgutturalgroansseepedout.

Her hands were gripping the edges of her seat with her legs splayed out on either side. The skirt that Rollo had demanded she wear was hiked up all the way, revealing a cluster of wires draped over her thigh, heading straight toward her sex. The wires were trailing all over the car, hooked up to all kinds of machines and sensors.

Attached to the dashboard was a screen glowing red with numbers, graphs, and words likevaginal lubrication,internal temperature,muscle contractions, andpulse rate.

She could feel herself dripping onto the leather seat below her. Deep inside her was a strange robotic dildo that Rollo had inserted, promising her it would give her the ride of her life. He wasn’t wrong. They were stopped at a red light, but both of Rollo’s hands continued clutching hold of the wheel, turning his knuckles white.