Page 25 of Seeds of Malice

"Cindy, what are you doing here?" I bellow, cursing myself for giving her access to the estate. She's wearing a bikini top that barely covers her nipples and a thong that is just as skimpy in the front as it is in the back.

I used to love that bikini. Now, I hate it.

I make a note to revoke her access to the estate.

She's high on something, which isn't new. She struts toward us, then leans down and slides her hands on Ivy's face. She slurs, "Who do we have here? New toy for us, Dax?"

Shit, shit, shit. I don't need her destroying everything I've built today.

Ivy flinches, but there's nowhere for her to go.

I rise and tug Cindy away from her. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you're high."

She giggles and tosses her arms around me. "So? Since when aren't you?"

And this just gets worse.

"You need to go. Let me get our driver to take you home," I offer. Normally, I wouldn't. It's Cindy's choice to drive high as a kite. If she dies, what the fuck do I care? The world won't be a worse place without her.

She grabs my cock. Her mouth twists, and she slurs, "Don't be silly. I'm here to pay homage. It looks like I have more than one person to take care of, but you know me, Dax. I'm always up for your challenges." She giggles and looks at Ivy.

My chest tightens. I don't need this kind of talk right now. I move her toward the door. "You're not making sense, Cindy. Go home. I've told you we're over. Let's not keep going through this."

Cindy's eyes widen, blazing with horror, as if I just told her that her beloved mother died or something. She whines, "Stop playing games, Dax."

I firmly assert, "This isn't a game, Cindy. Time to go home. Sober up. I'll see you when school starts, but don't come back here."

Her expression drops. She clings to my neck tighter and presses her fake tits against me. Her voice lowers. "You don't mean that."

"I do."

She shakes her head. "No, no, no! You told me no one sucks your dick like I do."

My pulse skyrockets. "That's a lie," I deny quickly.

"It's not!"

Ivy rises and clears her throat. "I'm going to go home."

I spin toward her, but Cindy's still locked against me. I order, "No. You stay. She's leaving."

"Not until I suck your cock like I did last night, big boy," Cindy claims.

My insides shake with anger. I do not need this after all the progress I've made.

Ivy high-tails it to the door.

"Ivy, wait," I call out.

"It's okay. I'll talk to you later. Thanks for the burger," she says and disappears past the frame.

"Wait! Come back! I want to play with you too! Dax can handle both of us," Cindy shouts.

"Enough!" I bark, pissed off she's ruined my perfect start with Ivy. I push her off me, and she stumbles and falls to the floor.

I don't care. I lunge out of the cottage and after Ivy. She's already halfway across the lawn, and stupid me doesn't take my golf cart. By the time I catch up, she's in view of her place.

"Ivy," I yell and grab her arm.

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