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“I’m sorry, honey,” I say to her and pull her into my arms. Today has been a trying day for the both of us. There’s not much else I can say about it but that I’m looking forward to getting the hell out of here.
23
Ainslee
I couldn’t sleep much,so here I am, looking like a crazy person, standing outside of Mikonos’s loft at 4 in the morning. I opt for knocking, but I know he won’t open it. I take out my spare key and quietly enter. I don’t make it far before a moan fills the damn loft. “Too much, Mikos, it’s too much,” the female cries out and I feel like I’ve heard that voice before. I know I should leave, but I can’t. I’m stuck, my eyes wide as fuck as this train wreck happens. The girl throws her head back on the counter and it’s Esra Fairhope. Judge David Fairhope’s daughter, from Fairhope. When the fuck? How the fuck?
Mikonos’s hand comes around her throat as he pumps in and out of her. “Shut the fuck up and take it. You wanted to play with me right, so take it all.”
“Oh God, I can’t,” she yelps, as Mikonos bites her shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
He pulls her closer and he looks up at me. “WHAT?” he barks. “Why are you here?”
That’s the thing with Mikonos, when he’s mad...he’s mad. “I… I’ll.”
“What’s going on? Who are you talking to?” Esra asks, trying to turn to look at me but Mikonos tightens his hold on her throat.
“Shut the fuck up and open your legs wider, show me what the fuck you meant by taking this like you own it,” Mikonos growls to Esra and she shudders. He moves his hand to her jaw and I know he’s applying a lot of pressure. He sniffs. “Who the fuck do you own?” The authority in his voice causes a tingle to run down my spine. I have never thought about Mikonos in this way. It’s the oddest thing to me. I know he has sex, I know all about hisgirlsfor a lack of better word but this is… it’s …
This is… a lot and a little too intimate for me. “I’ll, umm, I’ll come back later.” I pivot on my heel giving them my back. I blink profusely, trying to process what is happening.
“Don’t come back until I come to you, Ainslee. Learn to stop fucking with me. You’re all going to learn to stop that shit,” Mikonos says.
I want to turn around and ask, but Esra repeats my name with a question mark and Mikonos slaps something on her body. I run out, locking the door, and get my ass back in the car. I drive back home, when I get inside the house, Oran is moving around in the kitchen with only his boxers on.
“Hey, you’re up,” I say to him.
“You know, you disappear a lot. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hated sleeping in my bed,” Oran teases, but then he sees the look on my face as I make my way to one of the stools.
I sit and look at the counter. Images of Mikonos with his hair down, Esra’s hand in it, tugging with one hand while the other is behind her, supporting her as her legs wrap around Mikonos’s body to take his brutal fucking, won’t leave my head.
“I, uhh…” I start.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His face is full of worry and I want to take that away immediately. I don’t want him to be worried about me.
“Mikonos and Esra... Esra and Mikonos,” I say, trying to form a sentence. How did I not see it? Was I not paying attention? Is that it?
“I’m confused. Esra who?” Oran asks.
“Esra Fairhope, Judge Fairhope’s daughter. That Esra,” I say.
Oran’s eyes are wide. “Oh, wow. Didn’t see that coming. What about them?” Oran says as he slides a cup of coffee to me. He goes back to making another. Finally, I notice that he’s making breakfast.
“He’s fucking her,” I start “Wait, she’s fucking him? I don’t know.” It’s not even that I’m against any of it. It’s just so weird, well weird because I heard her moan his name, and for the first time in my life, I get it. I get why all those girls were obsessed with the big motherfucker.
“What?” Oran turns to face me. “How are you so sure? Where did this happen?”
I look up at him. “On his counter. In his house. They were fucking and he was being allshut the fuck up and who do you think you own?”
Oran snickers. “You uncomfortable?”
I shrug. “Not really. Just super surprised. I don’t think I thought about Mikos like that. He’s intense but this is just… I need to forget it.”
“That’ll teach you to go to a grown man’s house without letting him know.” Oran grins.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t make this worse. Don’t stick up for him.”
Oran puts his hands up. “I’m not, but he is my brother-in-law, babe. I’ve got to have his back, right?”
