Falling in Deep

chapter three

Devin aka devil O'Brien P.O.V

"ahh f**k Devin i amma about to... ahhh". grace screams as i f**k the living s**t out of her. in a matter of seconds she cums squirming all over me. her juices come flying coating my d**k with it. she starts to shake as she arch's her back, and she hold on the bed for dear life. once her waves has passed i pull out of her as i feel my d**k soften with every stroke i hit her with. okay well that was boring. i walk to the bathroom, and i get a towel. i walk back to grace, and i wipe her clean. "get up you need to leave". i say to her. 

"oh come on i was thinking tha...". "no don't think just be a good little girl, and do as i tell you to". i say to her. "why do you always have to be a d**k about everything huh? i give you everything you want, but you still don't even bother treating me more like a human. its like i am your s*x slave, and you never even bother cumming every time we have s*x". she says. my anger builds up at her last statement she just said. i hold her jaws, and i push her to against the wall. "don't make me angry grace because i will not be held reliable for what will happen to you. now take your s**t, and LEAVE". i say to her anger coating my voice.

she looks at me with fear written all over her face. she quickly gets dressed with me looking at her calculating her every move. she literally runs out of my house, and i bang the door once she is out. "f**k". i shout as i continuously hit the wall with my fists until it cracks. i stop once i see my fists bleeding. i hold on the wall as i try to calm my racing heart down. i don't know what's wrong with me. every time i sleep with a woman i just get turned off. they just don't do it for me. people are always praising how great s*x is, but i just don't feel what ever it is that they feel when they have s*x.

i don't know whether i am the problem or my d**k. maybe its the people i sleep with. i really don't know, because i have tried every kind of s*x there is, except bondage i just couldn't go that far. no thank you. i walk to the bathroom, and rinse my aching knuckles. once i am done i bandage both my hands. i walk to my underground gym, and i start working out. i lift the weights, i box the punching bag, i do 100 sit ups, push ups, and squats'. once i am done i run in the treadmill for a good one hour. 

i stop once i feel my body give up on me. i walk to the shower, and take a long shower. once i am done i wipe my body after my shower, and wear my black suit, and white polo-neck with my three cross necklaces. i put on my Dior watch, and i spray my Gucci perfume before heading to my Bentley. i drive to Adams warehouse. as i get there luckily i see his car parked outside. i step out of my car, and his bodyguard's come, and search my for weapon, they let me in when they find non. one of the escorts me to Adam. 

i find him siting in his desk furiously typing on his computer. he didn't even hear me enter. "Adam?'. i call him. he looks up at me with anger all over his face. "what do you want?'. he asks coming towards me with his gun in his hand ready to shoot me. "i am here for our meeting. i need the coke today". i say to him. i see him relax a bit as he remembers our meeting. "oh, well than come this way". he says. he leads us to his coke room. i see a s**t load of cocain. how did he buy so much of coke in such a short amount of time? and how did he afford it since he just lost a s**t load of cocain? how rich is this nigga? i ask myself.

we walk, and we stop in front of a big truck. he opens it revealing all the coke he is going to give us. "i want it sold within a month, and i want my cut as discussed". he says. "well will sell this coke within a week not a month so, i will come back next week to fetch more". i tell him. this takes him by surprise. "okay than, one of my guys will follow you to your warehouse, and don't worry the cops wont stop you if they see this truck. they already know". he says. "well i wouldn't have to worry about the cops even if this wasn't your truck so that's out of the way". i tell him.

he chuckles. "i am not taking any chances Tristan got stopped by the cops three months ago". he says. "you said it yourself Tristan. now i am not Tristan". i say to him. "what happened to your hands. they are bloody". he says. i look at them, and indeed the blood is showing over the bandage. "nothing important. please tell your man to follow me i am leaving now". i tell him. i walk back to my car, and wait for the truck to be driven out. i drive to Tristan's warehouse with the truck following me behind.

we get to the warehouse, and i order the new men to take the coke, and package it . i call the guys that sell the coke for us. "okay so guys new coke has been delivered today, and this one is different from the one we usually sell so i need you sell it double the price you guys sold our previous coke. understood?". i ask them. "sir yes sir". the say in union. music to my ears. i dismiss them, and i go to our lab guy. "mike i need you to test the coke i came back with today to make sure that its clean, and the purest coke there is". i say to him. he nods as he take the small package i give him. 

once i am done in the basement i walk to Tristan's office. "did you get the coke?". he asks me. this nigga is not patient at all. "yeah i got, and mike is testing it as we speak, and i told our guys to sell it double the price we used to sell our usual coke. now what you need to do is call our clients, and tell them about the new development, and increase in prices". i say to him. "okay, and thank you for your help". he says. "don't mention it". i say to him. i walk back to my car, and i drive to my next destination.

i make sure that no one is following before i enter the gate. i park my car in the garage, and i step out. i open my boot, and i take out the toys in the boot. i walk inside the house, and as soon as he sees me his screams fill the room. "DADDY!". Kevin my three year old son screams running to me.