My anger flares up. He can say whatever he wants to me, I don’t care about that, but he can’t talk about Erin like that.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. His eyes look crazed and I think he’s a second away from attacking me. I know that if he does, I’ll kill him right here and now, and that won’t be good for anyone.
“It’s over, Fisher. The original contract or I come after you and destroy you.” I turn away from him.
“You’ll regret this,” he says.
“Take a couple days to consider it.” I step back into the elevator and turn around. “Make the right choice here. You lost already. Don’t make it harder on yourself.”
The doors slide shut. The last thing I see is Fisher’s haunted eyes staring back at me. He looks like a broken man.
The thought makes me smile. I only wish Erin could be here to see how far her father has fallen in such a short time. She deserves all the credit for this, or at least most of it. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to make this happen.
I have a sudden and intense desire for her, and I’m so happy that she’s waiting at home for me. I can’t wait to get her undressed and celebrate this victory. I’ll tell her every detail, and then I’ll make her body feel better than I ever have before. By the end, she’ll be begging for more and thanking me, all at the same time.
I smile to myself, a thrill running down my spine, excitement building in my chest.
28
Erin
When Griffin gets home later than usual, he’s starving for me in a way I didn’t know was possible. It’s like he can’t physically keep his hands off my body, and it feels so good to let him roam along my skin, tasting me and teasing me.
Fortunately, Lacey is already in bed, because as soon as he comes in through the door he presses me up against the kitchen counter and kisses me deeply. We don’t even say a word to each other. We don’t need to. He just strips my clothes off and turns me around, roughly bending me over the stove, making me grip the edges of the counter.
He fucks me deep and fast, not holding back at all. I’m shocked at how animalistic and intense he can be. He rocks himself into me and I feel like I’m losing my mind with pleasure as I slide my wet pussy down along his cock. He fills me, stretches me out, makes me feel so good. Part of me is afraid that Lacey will wake up, because I can’t be quiet, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can stop him, and I don’t want to.
When we’re finally finished and spent, he cooks himself some dinner and pours me a drink. I watch him over my wine glass, wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
“So, what was that for?” I ask him.
He grins at me. “I just wanted to fuck my wife. Is that so wrong?”
“Not at all. I liked it.” I feel an excited chill run down my spine as he grins at me.
“I know you did,” he says. He turns back to the stove and finishes up his meal, a simple pasta dish. I’m surprised he knows how he cook, since he can probably just pay someone to cook for him all the time, but I get the sense that he doesn’t like to hire staff to be a part of his personal life. Apparently, I’m the exception to that.
I watch him eat as we chat about more or less nothing. We usually talk about Lacey, but tonight we just talk about ourselves, movies we like, that sort of thing. The conversations normal people have on their first date, the conversations we should have had by now but haven’t. We’re so far from normal, but neither of us seems to mind.
I love his perspective on things. Griffin isn’t just a handsome face, he’s witty and intelligent. He can hold a conversation about more or less anything, and there’s never a dull moment or an uncomfortable silence. Nothing is uncomfortable with him, actually. I realize that I’ve never felt this way with someone before. I’ve never felt so natural and at home with another person before.
He makes me feel safe. That’s the truth of it at the core, which seems so important to me. I’ve never really felt safe and secure with someone before, not any other boyfriend, and especially not my family. But with Griffin, I feel like I know exactly where I stand and what everything means.
“I should tell you something,” he says as he’s cleaning up the dishes.
“What’s that?” I ask him, finishing my glass of wine.
He brings the bottle over to pour me another. “I went to see your father earlier today.”
I pause, a little surprised. “You went to him yourself?”
He nods. “That’s why I was late.”
I sip my drink as he turns back to the dishes. “How did it go?”