MY MURDEROUS MATE

PISSED

Mitch POV

I snatch the ring from the table and slam the door on my way out. I can’t believe I just made a fool of myself. I’m not even sure if I’m mad about my response that make her upset or if I’m mad that she refused my proposal.

I’m the heir to the agency she is employed. It should be an honor for her to be proposed by me. I’ve done everything a good little boyfriend does for a girl. What the hell just happened? And then she throws it in my face about ‘love.’ What I wanted to say but didn’t is, ‘Love isn’t real. In the world we live it’s all about power and presentation.’

Thinking about presentation, what was she thinking wearing some type of lounge wear for my proposal dinner. True, she didn’t know what I was going to do but she most certainly should have dressed to impress me since we had been apart for a few nights.

I drive for a few miles and decide to take a detour that I know well. You see, this detour leads into a part of town known to have dealers and prostitutes on most corners. I see a familiar face and pull up. Rolling down the window, the guy nods remembering me. “Same as usual?” He questions.

“Yes, plus you have connections with any of these ladies?” I smirk.

He does a side whistle and soon a tall, dark and drop-dead gorgeous woman appears. “Willow here should suit your fancy this evening. That’ll be $750 for both.”

“Are you serious? Why so much?” I inquire even though that is just a minimum amount of money to me.

“I could always replace Willow for someone less enticing.” He scrunches up his lips daring me to rebut on the deal.

“No, I want Willow. She won’t be returning this evening – I’m going to keep her busy well into the night.”

With that Willow gets into my car. Her legs are glistening with glitter lotion. Her sequin mini skirt barely covers her sweet spot. She has on a half shirt that only has one strap. It’s a lavender color that accentuates her skin tone. Inside her shirt are well rounded and lifted breasts. I can easily tell that it’s a boob job but who the hell cares.

Willow turns to me and gives me a cheeky smile. I know this isn’t her first time, but she is playing the innocent type and it has me already anticipating being touched. I pull away from the corner and she inquires where we are headed. I typically head to a local low budget hotel but tonight I decide that I want her in my bed.

I pull into the parking garage and invite her to my apartment. She enters walking around curiously touching the counters and the back of the couch. “Interesting! Typically, your type doesn’t want my type to know where you live.”

“Well, tonight I thought I’d change it up.” I say this while lining the counter with the powder from my bag. I then use my razor to cut it so it makes a single line. I have a couple of straws stashed away in the counter so grab one and sniff filling my insides with the ecstasy. I’m finally able to release the tension and numb the rejection.

I invite Willow over to join me in the wonderful feeling of being high as a f*****g kite. She bends over to pull the cocaine into her body. I’m already behind her lifting her skirt up above that ass. It is smooth just like a baby’s bottom. I run my finger down the crease and feel the pucker of her ass. I rub it intensely while she continues to arch upward. Why yes, before tonight is over, I believe I’ll be up in that.

Continuing lower, I feel the sleekness of her p***y and push my fingers inside the folds so that I get a good idea of just how juicy and tiny her little cunt is going to be for my d**k. I refuse to eat her though, so I hope that isn’t on her mind.

She finally turns and pushes me backward until my legs hit the armrest of the couch. I slide into the couch as she lowers her body and unzips my pants. My c**k is ready to be sucked. I pull it out admiring how big I am. I mean, most of these women moan like I’m hung. Surely, they all can’t be pretending. However, Devyn never has commented. Then again, we are usually very relaxed with s*x and never overly aggressive. That’s the reason I need my occasional hookups to release all this built-up f**k I have to offer.

Soon I feel Willow’s mouth bobbing up and down on my c**k. This girl knows how to suck. I feel my veins start pulsating while my balls tighten. I’m going to nut in this b***h’s throat. Without warning, I release the strings of c*m and she guzzles it.

It’ll take me a few minutes to recover and be ready for the next round. We both walk over to the counter for another line. I’m not certain what happened afterwards. My dealer must have given me a mass amount of good s**t.

I wake up with Willow wrapped around me snoring. I never imagined a female could belt out suck a loud sound. I wiggle my way out of bed and sit on the side. Grabbing my phone, I order an Uber to take her wherever she needs to go.

I push her shoulders and she begins to awakes slowly trying to snuggle into my side. Nada! “Listen, we both know so get the f**k out. There should be an Uber down at the street to pick you up in 3 minutes. Bye now!”

I know that sounds harsh, but I definitely don’t need some druggy prostitute getting all clingy with me. My foggy brain just hopes no one connects the dots and places her at my apartment. Talk about a reputation killer.

Once she leaves, I head to the shower and turn on the water. Damn, I sure hope I used a condom. I ran out to the bedroom to look in the trash beside the bed. YES!!! There’s actually 2 in there so I must have had a good time. Too bad I don’t remember!

I jump in the now hot shower to was away the skank. The hot water soothes my body and I start thinking about Devyn. The more I think about it, the more I get pissed. How f*****g dare her reject my proposal!

I jump out getting dressed. I check the calendars on my phone and notice that she has a conference room scheduled with some of her shady ass investigators. I never trusted them, but they seem to get the information she needs to continually win.

I formulate a plan to let her know that I respect her decision but need some time away because I’m so hurt. I’ll make her miss me by leaving the country for a few weeks. I think I’ll go somewhere nice and sunny. I pick up the phone to call my travel agent to arrange everything. I love the perks of now having to do it myself.

Chicks seem to love it when a guy seems upset or depressed. That’s my plan. I’ve always played the part of nice and understanding. I add in the compassionate person. She thinks my need for aggression comes out only in the courtroom. Luckily, I’ve been able to keep up this façade for quite some time. If I learned anything from my father, it was to keep the main woman in your life believing you are her knight in shining armor.