DERRIK POV:
[WARNING: CRUDE CONTENT UP AHEAD. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.]
Just as I posted Pandora’s household items on Craiglist, my cell started to ring. I looked at it and saw Mason’s name. The man was always breathing down my throat about something or the other.
“Yo,” I said
- ng.
“Derrik, you‘
been
gone for three hours!” he yelled at me.
“I had some trouble
the truck. I’m on my way back now,” 1
I told him smoothly.
“Just get back here,” he huffed. He knew I was bullshitting him, but he wouldn’t lay me off. Macky had him wrapped around her little finger, and as long as she thought I was working hard, I w
I quickly logged on to a few porn sites before I cleaned my dish. I knew I wouldn’t get away with leaving a dirty dish in the sink. She was too much of a neat freak not to wash up after using something.
I needed to take everything I could
m her before she figured out that I was doing all of this.
I walked out of the house still hungry, so I headed to a fast food store to get something to eat before going back to work.
“Derrik, Mason yelled when I arrived
ed at the office.
“What?” I asked him, feeling really bored with the stupid fucker.
“Don’t fucking ‘what‘ me! The CEO is noticing that you’re only doing an hour of work at most a fucking week, ‘rick.”
I just looked at him. What the hell w
he
getting at?
“You are getting paid for forty hours. They’re going to lay y you off if you don’t pull your head out of your ass.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “They can’t lay me off, I a was afraid of him?
am not on their books,” I reminded him and his face hardened, but it just made me chuckle. Did he think I
*My job is on the line, too, ‘rick.”
Did he think I gave a fuck about him? This
was about
me
what was owed to me. This was about my revenge. If he got in the way and had to pay, so be it.
“Who the hell are you?” Mason asked, giving
disgusted look.
“I am the man that your sister lets do anything he
enjoy it.”
wants
to
her, whether that is fuck her up the ass, spank her, or treat her like a slut, and boy does she
Mason moved to me, but I just smirked at him, blowing him
“Hey, babe,” Macky said as I walked in. I groaned and felt
kise
as I walked
away.
leap off of the floor, trying to get me.
“Thought you were going to clean this place up?”
“I was too tired, babe, she pouted at me. I looked at her, seeing that she was dressed and looked like a model ready for the runway.
“Did you at least make dinner?”
“I thought you could take me out for the night?” she mumbled and swung her hips as she walked up to me.
Why didn’t she get that 1 hated going out to some overpriced restaurant? I could use that money on a night out at a strip club, and let’s face it, I would have
more fun there, too.
“How about we stay here and I take you to bed?‘ I smirked evilly, knowing how to make her change her mind. ‘Besides, you don’t want me to take you out to a restaurant that has high–calorie foods. You’re already looking at little fat.”
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I grabbed her tummy harshly to make sure I got a hold of a few inches. Macky looked down at her tummy.
Yeah, it’s just that I have been feeling so down. I’ve only gained a few pounds,” she whispered and I stroked her face.
“I know, but a few pounds will lead to a few more, and before you know it, you will be in the same size clothes as what my fat ex wore.”
“She was a size eight, Macky huffed out at me.
I know… but she did nothing about it. I gave her a disgusted look. “God, I hated touching her or seeing her naked; really, babe, tummy rolls are not sexy.”
Macky covered her tummy and I knew that I had gotten her to change her mind. “But if you want to go out-” Macky didn’t even let me finish before she covered my mouth, kissing me.
“No, I’m not hungry for anything, except I am hungry for you,” she smirked at me. I smiled at her and then gripped her by the hair.
I arrived at my real home just as the ex was leaving. I moved quickly into the house and started packing up the spare room. I gave the strip club I frequent a call and asked if they could send over the fat stripper with brown hair.
“Hi, I said as Brownie looked at me. She had always had a thing for me and had wanted me to fuck her for years. But she was at least four sizes bigger than my ex, and anything over a size six was just plain gross.
However, today was her lucky day. “I need a favor and in return, I am going to make you scream, do you agree?”
She smirked at me. “As long as you have me screaming first, we’ve got a deal.”
“Get dressed in these clothes,” I said, throwing her something of the pregnant bitch’s. “Remember, you’re pregnant,” I reminded her and she walked downstairs, starting to get ready for the people who were coming to buy the shit in the spare room.”
Two hours later, I am three thousand dollars richer and fucking Brownie again; this time on the stairs.
“This has been worth it,” she told me, making me smile.
“I may ask for you the next time I am at the club,” I said winking at her.
She moved away and I waved at her as she walked out the door. Turning around, I ripped the carpet up a little before heading upstairs to replace the bulb with a burned–out one. As I left my home, I felt somehow lighter knowing soon, it would all be mine, or at least the money from selling it would be.
Either way, I would be happy as long as it was no longer hers.
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Roberta Jones
do her neighbors not notice something fishy?? or tell her anything??
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