Page 15 of His Best Friend's Wife
I was just getting ready to inform her that it was indeed that simple when Dirk's voice intruded. "Did you guys get lost with ourbeers?"
Dropping her hands and turning to my best friend, I decided not to hide the truth from him. I had concealed my feelings for Cassie for far too long, and I refused to pretend like last night hadn't happened. Facing him squarely, I said, "I spent the night with Cassie lastnight."
I barely registered Cassie's sharp intake of breath before Dirk's powerful left hook caught me square in thejaw.
"Why did you have to say anything?" Cassie sobbed before running out of theroom.
I had deserved and expected the initial blow. What I didn't expect was the immediate jab to my eye and subsequent knee to the groin, which sent me to the ground in a groaningheap.
After kicking me several times, Dirk got down on his hands and knees on their imported Italian tile kitchen floor. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. Stunned with pain, I couldn't do anything more than lie there writhing. "Who do you think sent her to you, you stupidfuck?"
My stomach was roiling. What he was saying didn't make any sense.He couldn't have sent her to me. Why would he do that?My eyes rolled around in their sockets. I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but my body was in too much pain to allow my mouth to functionproperly.
"That's right," Dirk seethed near my ear. "I sent her to you and instructed her to fuck your brainsout."
I tried to shake my head, but it made my vertigo kick in even more. The room spun around me as Dirk went on. "You think she liked being with you?" His voice had a mocking tone. "She did it for me––because I told her to. She suffered through letting you stick your pathetic cock inside her because I made her doit."
His words were a jumble in my head. My brain was too fuzzy with pain to ask the one question that was swirling through my brain.Why?
Even though I wasn't able to voice the question, Dirk went on, answering it. "We needed your sperm," he revealed. "I'm sterile. Me!" He added the last word, as if it were impossible to believe that he wasn't a virile stallion. "We want a baby, and the other avenues of getting one seemed so complicated and drawn out. I have always known about your pathetic little crush on my wife, so I sent her to you to get a spermdonation."
None of this made any sense.How could they do this to me? Why would they put us all through this torture?I felt confused, still dazed when I blurted out, "You can't havesex?"
"Sterile, not impotent, you imbecile," he yelled at me. "Believe me I stick it to Cassie whenever and wherever I want to." He glared down at me before adding, "And she lovesit."
Seeming to want me in as much mental anguish as physical pain, Dirk went on. "She didn't want to be with you, of course, but that woman will do almost anything for me. I figured it would only last about thirty seconds, anyway." Even through my blurry vision, I saw his maniacal grin. It made my stomachretch.
"Now," Dirk continued. "You need to slither away, lick your wounds, and leave us alone. We have what we need from you, and if the pregnancy doesn't take, I'll send her back to you next month for another sperm injection. It was probably a tad bit more fun for her than a turkey baster would havebeen."
I couldn't believe the audacity of this man. I knew he was conceited and controlling, but I had no idea that he would go to such lengths to get what he wanted. One thing he hadn't planned on was that I wasn't going to just disappear without a fight. "My...baby." I croaked the words through thepain.
"Technically, yes." He started, but then held up his pointer finger, "However, Cassie doesn't want you as its father. She wants me––always has, always will. It's the simple truth," he added, sounding logical. "So, the only way you will have anything to do withourbaby is if you take us to court and sue us. You know the mother almost always gets custody of the child, anyway." He leaned in to whisper conspiratorially into my ear, "Besides, do you really want to put Cassie through all ofthat?"
The bastard knew that I was in love with Cassie. He knew I could never hurt her that way...no matter what she had done to me. He had manipulated this situation to suit his needs, and he would get hisway.
His arrogant grin told me that he knew I had just figured out the depths to which he had sunk. He had won.Again.
He stood to glare down at me. My body had curled in upon itself like a crescent roll. "You need to be gone when we get back," he informed me before giving me another hard kick...this time to thehead.
My world went blessedlyblack.
