BOUND AND ETCHED

Chapter9:Drink-It-Away

Irene is a mad woman. No doubt.

Flying atop me, she reached for my zipper…hungrily.

“Get off me bitch.” Pushing her away gently…I was in no mood to get f****d tonight. And even if I would be…it was never going to be this b***h.

But Irene was never going to get that into her goddamn skull. She came onto me again, lustfully.

She held me down as she crossed over…leaving me in between her legs with her kneeling position as she reached for my d**k. And I knew what she was about to do.

“Let me handle you this time Caden…” She raised her eyes to look at me.

Lust and insatiable s*x drive written all in her eyes. And if I waste one more second…I might have to drag my d**k out of her mouth.

“Don’t even think of it Irene!” I reprimanded as I tried to get up from the bed. But she pinned down my two hands…not in a forceful way but in a way she had something to say.

She bent in close…to my ear

“Maybe…who knows—I might let you go after this.” She licked her lips.

“Don’t ever think you stand a chance of intimacy in my life…you’ve ruined me enough. And the reason I haven’t blown off your brains is what I don’t get,” turning her over, I rose to my feet.

“Would you?” She asked sarcastically, as she stroked her p***y with the index of her right hand.

But I knew how to crush her ego. “As a matter of fact, I have women…and a lot of them. The ones you can’t compete with.” I watched her smile fade a bit. Yes I got her.

Irene was a f*****g jealous woman—too freaking jealous for her age. And she knew I wasn’t lying.

Just my facial look, makes them sprawl for me. And just a glimpse of my beautiful physique makes them climax.

“Let’s see…who wins this Caden.” Taking out her index from her p***y, she let out a bitter laugh.

This was the version of her I wanted to see—jealous.

She’d do anything to have whoever she wanted.

And with that I left the room, banging the door behind me. This would be the fight for another day…because for now—

I need me some drink.

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“Whiskey please.” I said to the bartender as I took a seat in front of the counter.

“Ice sir?”

“Ice please.” I responded.

And in a jiffy, my drink was before me.

My mind drifted as I sipped slowly—back there. To Irene.

And then it skipped to Bella.

It had been 10 years it happened. I was just 19. I can remember how I had cried myself to sleep countless times.

That night could’ve been avoided if only I hadn’t overslept.

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“Please, come get me….I think I’m being followed.” Bella texted.

And when I didn’t reply her immediately. She called…but I had slept without sense.

“I’m few miles away from your house…please save me Caden.

Save me, I don’t want to die.” Her text dropped again.

But it became a different game when I woke up.