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+A Sour man
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Jeff paced back and forth with a phone to his ear. He usually stuck his hand in his pocket and wiggled his change when upset, but he only walked back and forth, fuming. Watching him, I fought the urge to bite my lip. His expression was detailed but easy to read; Jeff was furious, and knowing he was mad made me smile. Jeff rubbed his bearded jaw in frustration, and I chuckled to myself.
When Jeff looked up, his brows furrowed, and he narrowed in on my smiling face. I had not been expecting to get caught and quickly dropped my gaze, tucking my hands into the long shirt to fight off the chill and ease the goosebumps dotting my skin. A glance at the massive house behind me made me shiver. Regardless of the cold breeze, I wasn't going back into that house. I looked at the end of the long driveway, down the hill awaiting a car to arrive and take us to the airport.
Bored of waiting and curious about the cause of his anger, I walked over to Jeff but broke when his loud voice boomed, "Excuse me?"
I scanned the lines on his forehead and continued my step toward the bogeyman.
"I don't give a fuck! I said I wanted that building and I will get it. Do you know who the fuck I am?" Jeff yelled, kicking the ground in a fury, sending dust to sprinkle on his tailored suit.
"Okay? Okay? Fine. You're fired." Jeff yelled, "Yes, I am firing you. I don't care about a goddamn email."
Dusting off his shoulder, Jeff paced around the corner to continue his rant to whoever was unfortunate enough to hear it.
"Do your fucking job then, Craig. Who the fuck even hired you?" He began to jiggle the change in his pocket in full tantrum mode.
Jeff was six foot four. He stood solid and bulky at 230 pounds, a granite chest added to his allure. His chocolate-colored eyes were sometimes marvelous. Jeff had hair on everything but his nose and cock. Even though he was a handsome burly man, he acted like a toddler, in my opinion.
I walked over toward him, unafraid of the consequences. Positioning myself in his viewpoint, I crossed my arms, tapping my foot for his attention.
Jeff scowled down at my tiny frame, "What?"
"When are they getting here? My feet hurt," I pouted.
Ignoring my question, he yelled into the phone, "No, you had one fucking job. What did you do? You sent the goddamn email!" Jeff then looked back at me, "Don't you see I am busy? Go sit down somewhere."
My brow arched, "There's nowhere to sit," I whined, enjoying how his face twisted in anguish.
"Leave me the fuck alone," he barked, moving from my persistent watch.
Jeff continued talking, and I grabbed his arm, putting it around me for a hug. He owes me affection since he left bruises on my body last night. The things he did when he was drunk horny, and mad left me damaged. He was an evil man, but I felt warm with his arm draped around me.
"Move, girl."
"Why are you being mean? Are you mad at me?" I asked, a smirk hidden from his view.
Of course, he wasn't, but he would be, hopefully, mad enough to spank my ass or pull my hair both sounded nice at the moment and would combat the dull wait.
Giving me a slight nudge away from him, Jeff yelled into the phone, "I don't care how much it costs. Get your head out of your ass and get it done and put Craig back on the phone. I am not done with that motherfucker either."
His loud voice, full of bass and wrath, made me horny, and I let my ass brush against his thigh.
Suddenly feeling his cock forming, Jeff took his arm away, "Go. Stop humping me. You see, I'm busy."
"I was not humping you. I'm bored."
"Go be bored over there." Jeff mumbled, "Craig? Get those papers signed today, or your ass is out the door. I don't give a fuck what my cousin said. Both of you are fired when you finish. I don't give a fuck, motherfucker. There's a new sheriff in town."
Twisting around to face him, I grabbed his strong arm and wrapped it around me. When he removed his arm again, I encircled my short arms around his torso, breathing in his spicy scent as my head rested on his stomach and my hands slipped down his muscular back.
"Dammit, get off me," Jeff staggered back, then yelled into the thin iPhone, "No, not you dumb fuck, my wife. She's a horny slut."
My mouth dropped before pushing his torso, "Why would you say that?"
"Because you're a slut," Jeff chuckled, then returned to assault his other employees verbally.
Since he was being mean, I got bolder and tucked my head into his coat. "I want a hug," my big brown eyes held mischief, and my plump tan lips curled into a smile.
"Anna!"
I didn't flinch, just held tighter, rendering a frustrated sigh from Jeff.
"That was an indication to leave me the fuck alone, little girl. Go." He pointed toward the forest on the property.
"You're so lame." I laid my head to the side, and my eyes went toward his neatly bearded mean mug.
"Go, Dammit," Jeff clapped, turning his back to finish his conversation.
As I was about to tell him off, a blue sports car pulled up. It crept up the driveway and parked right in front of us. When a woman retreated from the vehicle, my mouth slipped, and I forgot what I was going to say. The gorgeous lady flipped her lengthy hair, putting effort into an elegant saunter, rendering me too stunned to move.
Abruptly, Jeff placed his phone in his pocket and strolled toward the blonde-haired woman with a grin. He was giving the woman the EYE. I knew that look. He had given it to me only hours ago when we first woke up. The answer was NO, but he took me regardless of my wishes. I was coerced but came twice on his cock, and he acknowledged I was his favorite. Apparently, that was bullshit. The look in his eyes and his current willingness to end his conversation for this woman let me know I wasn't a priority. I don't want to care, but I feel strange.
Jeff licked his lips, "Goddamn. You are gorgeous, woman. Come here."
She giggled, "Stop it. Jeffrey."
"My Kitten," he winked, wrapping the woman in a tight embrace.
He looked toward me with a smirk, "That's my wife, Anna."
At least I received a proper introduction before he drooled over this supermodel. Standing at 4'10, I had to look up at the woman and conceal the butterflies flying around my stomach.
"My name's Patricia," she giggled as Jeff swept her off her feet, "It's nice to meet you."
"Patricia is one of my best accountants and a good friend," he said, rolling his hands over the woman's taut ass and kissing her blush, high cheekbones.
I gave a sheepish smile and waved.
Patricia smiled back, dazzling me by revealing a set of flawlessly straight teeth behind her tinted pink lips.
"Jeffery calls me kitten sometimes," the woman said as he lowered her.
I nodded but felt nauseous at the mention of her moniker, which was much cuter than mine. I couldn't believe the way I felt. In a few days, I would have my money from this sham marriage, and I planned to quit my growing addiction to Jeffrey Anderson. His authority over me was irrational. He was abusive and controlling, but it would be a lie if I said I hated it.
The passenger seat was pushed back almost in my lap to accommodate Jeff's long legs. Even though I felt claustrophobic in the small cramped sports car, it was nice to be going home. Mentally exhausted from three months of faking being in love with him for my in-laws, I laid my head back on the soft backseat cushion. Although I had kept a fake smile the last few months, I hadn't had to fake the massive forced orgasms this man had given me. Concealing my feelings on the matter of Jeff's gifted cock was hard enough.
Right now, I am holding in an envious feeling that I can't shake as the two sit in the front seat whispering. I assumed they were caressing each other from the giggles escaping Miss Kitten.
Jeff talked, and Patricia listened as he discussed blueprints of grandeur in his future. With millions of dollars inherited from his father's estate, Jeff was interested in capitalizing on his fortune. He talked passionately about our future.
"I know you two are happy to be going home," Patricia said, smiling in the rearview mirror at me.
Jeff spoke for us, "Yeah, Anna is ready to get back and start school."
"Do you have any thoughts on what you want to do, Anna?" Patricia smiled into the window.
"She's going to get a business degree."
"I am not sure. I thought about nursing," I smiled politely.
"Business," Jeff said again.
"Whatever you say," I mumbled, rolling my eyes toward the window.
I heard Jeff's deep bitter chuckle then he spoke to Patricia, "Kitten, you should come to visit when we get settled in Houston."
Patricia giggled.
Jeff is making an effort to get a rise out of me with the way her pet name rolls off his tongue with a sweetness he rarely used with me. I was his employee, wife, and property. A paid prop that Jeff fucked senseless, and I assume this woman is a trophy to fuck and hang on the wall.
Jeff cooed again, leaning closer toward her, "I know you will come to see me. Won't you, Kitten?"
"If that's okay with Anna, of course," Patricia smiled at me in the rearview mirror.
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at the woman, I kept my vision on the many trees that outlined the long highway toward the airport. Maybe the woman didn't know Jeff well enough, but I knew I had no choice. Jeff did what he wanted, and I was just along for the ride, however bumpy it may be. There was gold at the end of this shadowy Rainbow. And the ending was near.
Jeff whispered something to Patricia that made her nearly stop the car. I shifted, looking back as cars zoomed around us.
"You okay?" I asked, then noticed Jeff's hand sliding up Patricia's dress. It was causing her to swerve the vehicle.
I looked toward her with a frown, "You can go 70 miles per hour."
Patricia chuckled nervously, "I know, I get nervous. All of these cars."
Her impaired driving was causing me some discomfort, and I groaned inwardly, keeping my eyes now on the road ahead. Glancing every so often as Jeff toyed with the material on her dress, the jealousy slowly turned into desire.
"Slow down. I think you missed the exit," I announced, not suppressing my anxiety.
Jeff turned around, smiling, "Flight got canceled. We are going to stay one more night. I'll have you in Texas soon enough, little girl."
I glared at the back of his shiny dark hair, now detesting that name.
Patricia smiled, "I don't mind taking you two back."
"No!" I blurted out. The last three months with his family had not been good for my mental health, "We can stay at a hotel, right?"
"Yeah, calm down. We will get a hotel for tonight. We can shuttle to the terminal in the morning," Jeff explained, then looked toward his Kitten.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Jeff patted Patrica's small thigh again, "I appreciate you for doing this favor. I know you need to get back home."
"I don't mind, Jeffrey. Todd is out of town anyway. He left me home to do nothing."
"Who's Todd?" I asked.
"My husband. We've been married for ten years now."
That information made me feel better, and so I loosened up. "I've only been married for three months, but it feels like ten years," I chuckled.
"Anna," Jeff warned.
His hand returned to Patrica's knee, inching further up her slim thigh, "Since he is out of town, you don't mind having a drink or two with an old pal, huh?"
"I..." Patricia glanced at me and smiled, "I don't mind if Anna-"
"Do it. Jeff loves to get drunk," I declared candidly. "Just be careful, and don't make him angry."
