Cheater Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
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“Why does he send you less than half the grocery money?” I ask.

She frowns. “Pardon?”

“You and Hallman split bills down the middle. You put the grocery receipt on the side of the fridge yesterday and then this morning, he sent you half, but he shorted you by fifteen bucks from his half. Why?”

“He probably didn’t reimburse me for my tampons. I underlined them so he’d know they were just mine.”

I frown. “That’s bullshit.”

“Why do you care?”

“I can’t wrap my head around how he isn’t taking care of you.”

“I don’t need him to take care of me.”

“You don’t. Because from now on, I’m taking care of you.”

The alarmed look mixed with confusion makes me realize I’m showing my hand too soon.

“I can take care of myself,” she says softly, looking perplexed.

“And you’ve done that for far too long,” I reply.

“I don’t want your money. I’m returning it.”

“No, you’re not.”

And now I’m wishing I hadn’t said anything about the money. I could’ve just watched to see what she’d do with it. From everything I’ve surmised so far, she’d probably use it for good.

I reach out and she flinches.

I caress her shoulder with my fingertips.

“You’re very beautiful,” I tell her.

She swallows hard and stares at her lap. I loop my finger under the strap over her shoulder and it falls. The lingerie is tight enough across her breasts that nothing further is revealed.

“I’ve been thinking about you since you left,” I add.

She moistens her lips and blows out a long exhale, saying nothing.

I regard her for another moment, how perfectly still she is, wondering if it’d disappoint her if I didn’t fuck her right now. After a long moment, I announce, “Let’s go eat.”

I get up and hold out my hand.

She flinches, looking confused. I’d hoped she’d look disappointed, but I’m not getting that.

“Take my hand, Chloe.”

She does and I help her up.

“Don’t like the shoes?” I ask, staring at the box on the bench.

“They seemed a little unnecessary,” she says.

“Do you like them? I notice you have some nice shoes in your closet, though you rarely wear them.”

“I work at home. I don’t need to wear expensive shoes every day.”

“Do you like those?”

“They’re nice.”

“Put them on,” I say, then I take them out of the box and set them on the floor in front of her. “Here.” I gesture to my shoulder.

She places a hand on me while she gets into the shoes, which raises her up a few inches.

“After you,” I say and gesture for her to walk ahead.

She does, and I get to admire the sexy lingerie while she walks ahead in very high heels that make her legs look even hotter.

“Didn’t get a chance to set the table. Have a seat. I’ll take care of that.”

She sits at the table, looking pensive.

I grab two plates and some cutlery, then unload the food. She watches, saying nothing.

I fetch her drink from the bedroom, then give her a bottle of water before serving her.

I unwrap the foil over the potato and steam curls up. The room is filled with the fragrance of the spices.

“Oh, roasted corn,” I add after inspecting an extra container. “Load up your potato, baby.”

I open a container of what looks like spiced butter.

She shakes her head. “I’m not playing this game with you, Derek. I’m not going to sit here and get excited about you bringing in food that I like as if it actually softens the blow of what you’re doing to me. You can take all this food and choke on it.”

“Guess I made the right call not ordering dessert. I was gonna do up a sundae bar. Thought we could eat those in bed after round two. Should we get started on round one then, since you’re not hungry?”

She stares at me hatefully.

“There was that sexy Sunday sundaes post you wrote about fucking all day and eating sundaes together in bed. Remember? Would you prefer to leave instead?” I ask.

“Of course I would,” she snaps.

“Fine. Go.” I gesture.

She looks surprised.

She doesn’t wait for me to say it twice, doesn’t risk me changing my mind. She rushes back to my room and in a matter of minutes, she’s gone. No goodbye.

After I eat alone and clean up, I find the discarded lingerie on my bench, including the little G-string, which I inspect.

An adorable little wet spot on the crotch.

Yeah. I thought so. As much as she’s angry and embarrassed, she can’t help but want me.

I put the fabric to my nose and inhale, then smile as my cock hardens.

She’s gone home and she’s probably denying she’s a little disappointed that I didn’t fuck her tonight.

She’ll lie there in bed, wondering what I’d have done to her if she’d stayed.

Thursday

When lunchtime hits, Adam knocks on my door and pushes it open.

I turn around to face him.

“Hey,” he greets excitedly.


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