Page 3 of Free-Falling
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We let go of each other and neither of us can look the other in the eye. I busy myself with fixing my hair and she finally puts her shoe back on. We don’t even have time to bring it up before our parents come barging in the room. My parents eye me from head to toe, they know something is up but they can’t pinpoint what and as for Ainslee, her parents are just looking at her, sort of like they can see through her. Do they even care about her wellbeing?
“The hell is wrong with the both of you!” My father yells.
I cock my brow, wondering why the hell he’s putting up a front and yelling. The man barely gives two shits about anything I do or have done in my life. Suddenly he’s interested in my affairs and brought this bullshit to me. I eye him, wondering how bad it’d look if I sucker punched my father.
“I don’t have to listen to this shit. I did what you asked, right? Now, make sure you keep up your end of the bargain. We’re out of here.” I walk, taking Ainslee’s hand and walking out of the room.
Instead of walking to the reception hall, I opt to leave. Fuck this! I don’t want to see these people again for a while! How dare they come into my life and threaten me, ME? They made me fold and now, his bitch ass wants to get in my face and tell me what to do? I’ve got something for them.
“Where are we going?” Ainslee asks as soon as we step outside.
She’s struggling to keep up but if I let go of her now, she will stop and want to run to Eli who is across the street with the kicked puppy expression. I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys; I don’t answer her question until I reach my dark blue Aston Martin DB11 and shove her in the passenger seat. I slam the door, not caring if half of her dress gets caught in the door. When I get into the driver’s side, Ainslee is looking right at Eli as if she’s contemplating whether she should go to him. He must feel someone looking his way, so I act fast. I lean in grabbing her by the back of her neck and pull her close, so close that it appears as if we’re kissing.
Ainslee tries to jerk out of my hold. “What are you doing!” She yells.
“Making sure neither of us jeopardize the lives of the people we love.”
Ainslee’s face is so full of expression, it makes me angry to have to stare at her while pretending like we’re doing more than we need to do especially with the fact that she most likely told Eli the truth about what this marriage is. Ainslee rolls her eyes, “where are we going?” she asks again.
“Do you want to go play nice for the four motherfuckers who did this to us? Or do you want to go home and get drunk dumb-ass?”
Ainslee punches me on my thigh so close to my dick and this is one of the few times she’s actually almost caught me. I shove her away from me and start the car. Peeling off before she gets the chance to put her seatbelt on. Ainslee hollers and I smile.
“You’re going to kill us!” She yells out.
“You’re so dramatic and this is for the cookies you sent, wife.” I reply.
This evil bastard sent me a basket of peanut and strawberry cookies knowing I’m deathly allergic to them. If she thought I forgot, she’s got a whole thing coming. My phone rings and I pick it up via Bluetooth in the car.
“You with the crazy bitch?” My best friend, Oran asks.
I roll my eyes. “Yup. I’m making her crazy ass suffer for attacking me.”
“The crazy bitch can hear the both of you.” Ainslee says.
“Don’t give a fuck,” I reply. “Anyway, your fake fiancée was looking delicious today. Did you take a bite of that ass or what?”
Oran makes some odd noise as a response. “Your wife looked fuckable in her too-tight wedding dress, almost saw a nipple.”
I laugh because I’m sure he’s trying to get a rise out of me. I snort. “Didn’t see what you saw. My dick was limp the whole time, not even a twitch for the little sick bastard.”
“I’m right here, assholes! Not like I’d ever let you fuck anyway, jack-ass and please don’t make me punch you in that disgusting mouth of yours.” Ainslee threatens.
I glare at her. “Ainslee, this is your final warning, if you so much as put your paws on me, I will fuck you raw, get you pregnant on-purpose, make an extra Instagram account, follow your broken-hearted boyfriend and show off the pictures of the baby. Not only that, I’ll post such intimate shit, he’ll want to come and kill you himself.”
“I hope you drive so fast that you crash and die by yourself! If this car doesn’t kill you, I’ll kill you.”
Oran must love the entertainment cause he’s laughing; I can’t help but laugh too. “Ains, if I die, you’ll die with me, that’s a promise. Now, shut the fuck up and mind your business.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I plan to since I wouldn’t fuck you even if you were on your knees with your ass in the air.”
“You literally just said you’d fuck me raw.”
“Yeah, the thought of ruining your life would get me hard enough to tolerate fucking you and nutting.”
