Page 141 of Seeds of Malice

"Don't," I warn.

"She is a nothing. Her father's a nothing. The only thing you can get from her is your dick serviced. Play the game, then move on."

Rage fills me. I'm tired of this conversation. "Bobby, I'm not interested. Now get the fuck out, I'm tired," I say and shove past him.

"Bros before hoes! Or did you forget that?" he calls out after me.

I ignore him. I go into my bedroom, shut the door, and turn on the shower. I take off my clothes and put my phone on the counter. There's a missed text. My gut dives.

Ivy: I didn't know what it would be like to watch us, but that was hot, right?

Ivy: Dax, are you there?

Ivy: Dax?

I reply.

Me: Sorry, baby girl. Bobby stopped by.

Ivy: Did he see it?

Me: Of course not. I told you I'd always protect you. You know I would never show it to him or anyone else.

Ivy: Thanks, Dax.

Me: How many times did that greedy pussy of yours come?

Ivy: Four.

I groan, then call her.

She whispers, "Hey."

"Only four times?" I question, my lips curling and my cock hardening.

She softly laughs, replying, "Yeah, I'm sure if I watched it with you, I'd come more."

"Your slutty little greedy pussy would be sore by the time we got through it," I confidently state, grinning.

She giggles.

I add, "I'm picking you up tomorrow."

The line turns silent. My hard-on goes limp. I question, "What's wrong?"

Ivy sighs. "You can't pick me up, Dax. My dad will see you."

Anger fills me. I snarl, "I told you to talk to your dad."

"You promised me you'd give me a few days. Why are we going over this again?"

I'm tired of this conversation, just like Bobby's. I'm not going to stay away from Ivy. So I declare, "I have to get in the shower." I hang up on her.

She calls back, but I don't answer. I step under the water and stay in there for over twenty minutes.

What the fuck's happening to me?

Bobby's right, I'm going soft.

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