Page 26 of Destroying My Ex

They should feel guilt over the fact that my Lacey has failed because of their treatment. Now their son wants to blame me when it’s his family who’s responsible. If they had shown Lacey half the care they showed Lily she would be thriving just like her sister.

Now Lily has a job with their company and will probably always have a place there, while my poor baby can’t even walk ten feet in front of the building. So they deserve what I’m about to do.

I can’t believe how easy it was to get into their place. I waited until dark and stole the keys from my husband’s briefcase, where he always kept them. He was out cold after our afternoon sex fest and won’t roll over until morning. Lacey, as far as I know, was at home in bed, sulking.

I pulled up to the gate and, unlocked it with the remote I found in my husband’s car and drove down the driveway. I knew the code to their door because I’d seen it once or twice where he had it jotted down since he always forgets those things.

Once inside, I was bummed that there were a few doors that wouldn’t open, but I lucked out in the master suite upstairs in one of the closets. There wasn’t much there. I wasn’t interested in clothes and minks, not this time around, and I didn’t bring anything big enough to take away bigger items. But what I did find was almost too perfect.

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GRAYSON

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“Dammit!” I forgot to turn off my phone, and the devil went down to Georgia started playing again. Lacey calling for about the tenth time in the last two hours. I was busy fucking my girl once again to the image of her in that dress when she looked over her shoulder at me with those eyes. “Answer it!”

What’s she up to now? I reached over her back to get to the phone, and that drove my cock in even deeper, hitting her spot, which sent her off as soon as I said hello. I had to cover her mouth with my hand so she didn’t give us away.

“What is it, Lacey? I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy. I need you to come over to my house right now.”

“No!”

“What do you mean no?”

“Just what I said, I’m busy. Besides, I’m not in town.”

I ran my hand down Lily’s back as she pushed back on my cock. She seemed wetter somehow, and I finally figured out why she’d told me to answer the call. She was getting off on this. “Hold on a minute, Lacey.” I put the phone face down on the bed beside us and went back to fucking.

I’m not sure she could hear anything on my end, but we could hear her warbled voice screeching about something. Lily went wild on my cock, so I’m guessing we hit the trifecta today. Booze, mood, and revenge. That’s what does it for her.

I didn’t care one way or the other; I was too engrossed in the feel of her tight pussy and the knowledge that it was mine for the rest of my life. Nothing gives me more joy than knowing that. So if she gets a kick out of leaving her sister on hold while we fuck, that’s what I'm gonna give her.

I finally answered Lacey after Lily and I came, but she was gone by then and I didn’t bother calling back.

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LACEY

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“Mom?” Where did she go? I thought I heard her out there just now. Oh well, Grayson isn’t in town, which means he’s not with Lily since she was here this afternoon. I think I’m worrying about nothing. Didn’t Dad say he was the one to introduce them not too long ago at their graduation?

All the same, I’m too worked up to get any rest. I need something to take the edge off. I went back to my room and grabbed my phone before making my way downstairs. He answered on the second ring. “I was waiting for your call.”

“Meet me at our place in twenty minutes.”

My juices were already starting to flow as I ran and hopped into my car. I got there in half the time, and he wasn’t too far behind. “I don’t have time for foreplay, fuck me hard, deep and fast.”

We didn’t even make it inside; he just took me down right there in the dirt outside the old, broken-down farmhouse and gave me what I wanted. “Hurt me.” He gripped my hair in his fist and pulled until my neck snapped back, then slapped my ass hard while fucking me hard from behind.

I went blind with pleasure as the reality of what we were doing and had been doing for years washed through me. I don’t know why I’m so wild unless the whispers are true, and Mom used to be a wild child herself.

She doesn’t know that I’ve heard the stories; there’s no need to tell her that I know. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all true. Where else would I have picked this up from? This wildness that makes me do things no rational person would do.

The stupid therapist I’d been sent to claimed there was nothing wrong with me, that all the things I did were by choice, and that I was just a selfish person who lacked empathy for others. But what does that bitch know? She didn’t have to live my reality.

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