Page 8 of Free-Falling
“We’re fucking stuck together for however long, I guess.” I say.
Ainslee giggles, “you didn’t read the fine print, did you, jack-ass?”
My brows furrow. “What fine print?”
“This shit is forever, dude. We can’t ever fucking divorce, well maybe we can when the old bats fucking die, but you’re to be my one and only husband. Yay for me.” She says sarcastically as she turns back to the TV to watch The Witcher.
The silence is deafening. I want to pick a fight with her just so I can forget. Ainslee looks at me again, “doesn’t Oran remind you of Henry Cavill? They look hauntingly alike.” She laughs at her own weird joke but then stops when she sees that I’m not saying anything.
Ainslee sighs as she gets off the couch, refilling the glass, then passes it to me. “What?” I ask her.
“Just for one day, or rather the rest of tonight, let’s not fight. I’m emotionally drained and realizing that we’re married for forever.”
I smirk shaking my head taking the glass. She grabs the bottle and clinks my glass. “Cheers, motherfucker.”
I chuckle. “You’re fucking insane.” I say to her as I watch her chug from the bottle.
She makes an odd sound from the burning of the whiskey but smiles after. “Gotta know how to drink when your father is Andres Bishops.”
“I concur.”
Chapter 3
Jagger
“Jagger… Jagger.” Her sweet voice calls out to me. Fuck, I know that voice. That’s my sweet, sweet, beautiful Layla calling out for me. I feel her as she moved in even closer. Layla doesn’t really do cuddling but on a good day, like this one, she wants to fuck. My dick is painfully hard from both morning wood and her body. The feel of whatever she’s wearing feels so sexy under my palm.
I groan. “Baby, fuck, I miss this.” I wrap my arm tighter around her. I rub my dick on her ass more. I don’t want to open my eyes just in case this is a dream. The moan I hear wakes me the hell up.
“Stop humping my ass, you fucking pervert.” Ainslee says.
I groan. “Fuck, it’s a dream and my reality is worse.”
“It’s so bad that you’re so hard right now.” Ainslee retorts.
“You’ve got a great ass, what do you want me to do? And you’re the one pushing that tight little ass right on me. Maybe you’re the pervert. You’re close to being naked right now?” I look at her bridal lingerie. “How’d you get me naked?”
I let Ainslee go, and she turns around to face me. She eyes me. Her eyes focused on my wood. I grab her jaw and make her look up. “Stop staring at my shit.”
“Why are you… naked? When did you get all these tattoos?” Ainslee isn’t even thinking as she runs her fingers on my lower ribs and down my arms. When she tries to touch the one on my thigh, I flip us with her underneath me.
“Ains… don’t fucking touch me.” I grit my teeth. “I can only handle so much.”
Ainslee looks up at me. Her gray eyes full of shock. “Get off me, you big bastard.”
I smirk. “As you wish, Ainslee Hanlon.” I lean in and bite her neck again. Ainslee shudders and I get off her, ready to take a cold shower. We’re never drinking whiskey again.
After my freezing shower, I get ready for my day. I’ve been ignoring phone calls from work since yesterday morning and now I have to face the music. When I reach my walk-in closet, I change my mind; I think one more day will do me some good. I put on some flannel pajamas and as I’m searching for a shirt; I see all of that little weirdo’s clothes properly hung or folded next to mine. I need to make sure my parents, and anyone coming from them, is off my approved list.
I roll my eyes, walking right out in search for a coffee, the closest I can get to a nut. I walk in the kitchen and forget about everything; I focus on my French roast. It doesn’t take too long to finish but when I do; I pour it in my cup with a little dabble of cream then sip it. “Mmm.” I groan.
I hear a camera shutter sound and I turn. Ainslee is smiling like a fool, I cock my brow. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Uh… duh! I’m a social media influencer. I need to upload things like my faux life with my husband. Jeez.” She rolls her eyes at me.
I shake my head, sipping more of my coffee. “Let me see if it’s a good picture.”
“It is.” She retorts.
