Page 52 of The C*ck Down the Block

I rushed over and tapped the thing with my fingers like that would make it print faster. It didn’t. Just as the machine whizzed to life, I swear I heard Karter say, “So, uh, you hit that?”

Did he just say... and mean what I think he did? Why were men so gross?

I turned and yeah. By the look on Chris’s face, that’s exactly what Karter said and meant. I’m sure he didn’t mean for me to hear it, but what the actual fuck?

Chris’s eyes went wide and he blinked a few times, and I could practically see his brain processing the same questions I’d just asked myself. His gaze quickly narrowed and he turned to Karter in what seemed like that movie-style super slow mo.

“What did you just ask me?” His words came out all snarly, and his fists clenched.

Oh god. I was going to lose my job because my boyfriend, yes, my actual boyfriend, not my fake one, murdered my boss for being a sexist asshole.

And I hadn’t even paid my school loans off yet. How was I going to do that without a job? Well, at least I’d read enough thriller and mystery novels to know how to hide a body.

JACKASSES

CHRIS

This jackass didn’t seem to notice that I was about to beat him to a bloody pulp.

“Because, you know, her mother was a,” he lowered her voice to a whisper, “porn star, the kind for the fat fetishists.”

I’d known these kinds of guys my entire life. The kind that thought being a sexist ass made them some kind of cool guy. They tried to buddy up to me, assuming I’d be a man’s man since I was a sports star.

This guy was her god-damned boss. He should be her biggest supporter at work, and not thinking about her sex life.

“I had my reservations about keeping her on as a children’s librarian when I found out, but you do kind of have to use some deep dive Google Fu to discover that, so I figured the general public would never know, and she really has been a model employee. If a bit too—”

Oh, and he was cyber stalking her? He was fucking going down.

“Karter. You need to shut, and I emphasize this next part, the fuck up.” No way I was passively standing by while anyone acted like this. I literally started reciting the playbook in my head so I didn’t just lay him out flat right now.

He held his hands up and smirked like this was all a big joke. “Oh, I’m not making a move on your territory or anything. I’ve just always wondered if she was any good in bed. Her mother sure was flexible for a big girl.”

This absolute piece of shit was not worth ruining my career over or I’d already be calling my insurance agent for the damage to my hands from beating him senseless.

But Trixie was worth it, so maybe I’d be making that call anyway.

Trixie rushed at me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from my impending beat down. “Violence is not the answer.”

She sing-songed the words, and I did not understand how she was so calm and collected. “You need to let me teach that guy a lesson.”

“He wouldn’t learn it, even if I did let you murder him, and then both you and I would lose our jobs, and I don’t even know where the supermax prison they’d put you in is located, or if conjugal rights are granted to murderers. So let’s just go about our night and pretend this never happened.”

“You need to file a sexual harassment suit, or worse. He’s been cyber stalking you and knows about your mother’s former career.”

She paused outside when the glass doors slid shut behind us and took a deep breath and sighed. “I suspected as much.”

“And you didn’t do anything?” She knew? How long had this kind of harassment been going on?

“What am I supposed to do?” She shook her head and frowned at me. “If I tried to fight everyone who found out my mother was in sex work before I was even born and wanted to know if I was a chip off the old block, I’d, I don’t know, probably be a top MMA fighter instead of a librarian.”

She walked to the car, and I could very clearly see the defensiveness in the set of her shoulders and how ramrod straight her spine was. Karter might be a creep, but I’d fucked up pushing her on this. I’d admit I was feeling a whole lot protective of her. “Trix.”

“No, don’t.” She stood next to the passenger side car door waiting for me to unlock it and wouldn’t look at me. “I know what you’re going to say, and trust me, I’ve heard it. Pretty much every man I’ve ever known is just like that.”

I didn’t unlock the car for her. I went right up to her side, turned her around, and pressed her body against the car. I took her jaw in my hand and forced her face up to look at me.

I may be a pretty fucking enlightened dude, growing up with strong, powerful women like both her mother and mine in my life, but I wasn’t perfect. I hoped Karter was fucking watching us right now, because I was going to lay claim to my woman. “That man is a predator, and the fact that he even thinks about you and your mom in that way is revolting. I won’t stand for it.”

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