Page 55 of Wicked Scandal

“I’m sorry,” I tell him with an added sweetness to my tone. “It’s just been such a long weekend without you, Troy.” I walk toward him, hoping to calm the storm before it hits. “I was lonely and I tried to make the house nice for you. I worked so hard and I think the sun might have gotten to me.”

He looks me up and down, not fully believing me just yet, so I try to sweeten it a little more and turn the tables on him. “I guess part of me is a little hurt that you left me for so long.”

I watch as his features soften in slow motion. That smile that says he is about to get his way stretches over his face, causing me to swallow hard.

“You really missed me?” He brushes his fingers over my face gently, but I still flinch. He doesn’t seem to notice. But the only thing I can think about is that Wilder would have noticed. Not only that, he would have helped me through it. But Troy isn’t that man.

Of course he completely ignored that part where I said I was hurt that he left me. He wants reassurance for himself; he doesn't dare give it to me.

My hand goes to his head, stroking his fluff of dark hair. “Of course I missed you.”

A devious grin washes away the look of sympathy on his face. “Then I think you need to show me how much?”

“I’m so tired,” I whisper, hoping he will be somewhat generous tonight and let me just go to bed.

But when he flicks the corner of my towel and it falls to the ground, I’m not the least bit surprised. I should have known better than to think he was capable of anything but self-gratifying acts.

His hand presses to the top of my head as he lowers me to my knees. My stomach churns with equal parts affliction and dread.

I turn my head as Troy pumps his semi-erect dick. But he doesn’t like that my attention isn’t on him so he grabs my face, pinching my cheeks as he forces my jaw to unclench.

I wince, suppressing the growl threatening to climb out of my throat.

Instead, I do what I have to do so I can have a decent night without worry of Troy erupting into an unmanageable beast.

I open my mouth and I take him—every inch. And with added emphasis, I cup his balls in my palm while imagining how good it would feel to squeeze them and bring him to his knees in tears.

Ignoring every disgusting word that comes out of his sexist mouth, I pretend this is the last time I ever have to touch this hairy sack or suck this mediocre dick. Because in my mind, I plot his demise.

It would be a slow death—a painful penance for all his sins. A hammer to each kneecap, a snap of each finger, then a thin slice around his neck that has him bleeding out little by little until I jab the knife into his carotid artery. I might get away with it, or I might not, but either way I’d be free of him until he meets me at the gates of hell.

The next thing I know, the salty taste of cum hits my tongue and I take him all the way to my tonsils, letting him finish down my throat. If I don’t, I know he will be back for more later.

He steps away and runs his hand over the foggy mirror. “I guess you really did miss me,” he says as he admires himself. “By the way…” He flashes a grin over his shoulder. “Once you’re done working for the summer, I need you at the office. I’m in need of an assistant. Beth is quitting and moving out of Willow Creek, effective immediately.”

I jump to my feet, bringing my towel up with me. “Beth quit? But why?”

“She’s pregnant. Or did you already forget because you were too busy being fake with her.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but the bastard doesn’t even look back at me.

“Women are good for two things, Catherine. Being mothers and keeping houses. Beth was no longer reliable because of the baby, so I made her see that quitting was the best option.”

The mother comment hits close to home, but it’s moments like these that I am glad I took control of that situation. Troy could never have a baby and I don’t want one with him.

“What is she going to do now?” I ask.

He shrugs as he begins to moisturize his face, still staring at himself in the mirror.

“Don’t know and don’t care. All I know is I need someone, and that someone is going to be you. Count your blessings that I’m going to do what I can without an assistant until the school year ends.”

This time his gaze does leave his reflection, but only to give me a warning glare.

I don’t know if I am overly confident right now or just plain stupid, but I push because there is no way he is going to do this to me. He forced me to be a teacher and now that I actually enjoy it, he does not get to take that away from me.

“Put out an ad for the job, Troy. I can’t be your assistant,” I spit out. “I’m a teacher. Besides, I took on a couple weeks of summer school classes, and I have to organize my classroom…”

He pulls up his boxers, snapping the waistband before bopping my nose. “Well, your plans just changed.”

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