His little secret, my sweet sin

CHAPTER 10

~Maryjane’s POV~

I could feel bile rising in my throat. I looked at Christopher, the man I loved, the man I married and I saw only a stranger, a monster. I replayed his vile proposition in my head, “Do it well, and who knows? I just might consider saving your useless life”.

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, my throat burning. He smirked, a cruel predatory gleam in his eyes. “Oh I’m dead serious MJ, you want your life? This is the price”. He maintained, patting down the bulge in his pants.

“But….but you were just…” I stammered, the red bottom heels, the slurping sounds all coming back to my film house of a mind.

“Just what?” He interrupted, “You were just with someone else”. I reminded him.

“Just having a bit of fun you mean? Don’t be such a prude, always so uptight and s**t,” he snickered. “Now are we doing this or are you letting your little tumor win?”

“I know you’ve been wanting this d**k, I see that fire in your eyes when someone else gets close”. He taunted, “Yes, yes I want you and you know it so why do you keep doing this to me?” I wasn’t counting on any response to my question.

He shrieked, his eyes scanning my body, “I'm a busy man MJ, are we doing this or what? You've been dying for this anyway, now show me how much”.

I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. All this shame was unbearable, like a crushing weight that would end up suffocating me but if I was going to get my husband back I needed to be strong and alive.

“Fine,” I whispered, the words tasting like vinegar in my mouth. He grinned and it made my skin crawl. “That's my good girl, see that wasn't so hard now was it?”

“There’s one more thing…” He said, pinning me back down as I tried to get up. “What?” I inquired, curious to know what the f**k else he wanted.

“To seal our little agreement…” he leaned forward, eyes glinting and a nasty smile dancing on his lips. “Put my d**k in your mouth”.

I recoiled, my face contorting in disgust. “Hell the f**k no, you…you just had someone else… you can't be serious. You want me to… after her?” I swallowed back the urge to puke all over the place.

“What’s the matter dear,” he teased, his voice immersed in sarcasm. “Afraid of a little competition? You think you're too good for this?”

“This is disgusting, Christopher!” I cried, my voice trembling, tears blurring my vision. “How can you do this to me? To us?”

“Us?” He laughed, loud, harsh, and humorless laughter. “There is no Us Maryjane,” He air quoted with his fingers. “There hasn't been for a long time so if you're too good for this, then the deal is off”.

“But… we are married.” I pleaded, my voice wobbly. “We love each other”.

“Love?” He scoffed, his eyes cold and indifferent. “Love is for fools like you Maryjane. You see me, I'm practical”.

“You're sick,” I interjected, in between sobs.

“Maybe I am,” He admitted. “Maybe I enjoy seeing you grovel. Maybe I enjoy seeing you beg. Maybe I enjoy seeing you break”.

I accepted defeat and knelt upright as he unraveled his d**k. I sucked on it, I felt the disgust crawl up my skin but something in me still wanted him to lay me flat on that desk and bury his d**k in me.

When he was satisfied, he zipped up, adjusting his pants. “I’ll deposit the money for your first round of chemo at the hospital,” His voice bore no emotion. “I’ll be in touch”.

I left his office, cleaning up the best I could, my body trembling, my heart shattered. Before heading home, I stopped at a bar, needing something, anything, to dull the sharp edges of my pain and a single shot of whiskey did just that.

By the time I reached the house, it was late. Beatrice was in my room, dressed in a stunning evening gown, clearly ready to go out. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked, a look of genuine concern on her face.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, "No," I responded, my voice thick with tears. "I'm not alright."

"What happened?" Beatrice asked, sitting beside me, her hand resting gently on my arm.

I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, pouring out my heart. Talking to her about how broken I was watching Christopher treat me like this. Something in me still believed he was in there, “Maybe losing our daughter broke him so much but why is he punishing me?”

"He made me... he made me..." I choked, unable to finish my sentence. Beatrice's eyes widened, her face contorting to a mixture of anger and disgust. "He did what?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I nodded, unable to speak, the shame burning in my cheeks. "That monster," Beatrice hissed, "I can't believe he would do this to you”. We went silent for a while, the sound of my ragged breathing the only sound in the room.

"You know," Beatrice began, her voice low, "I understand more than you think."

"What do you mean?" I asked, wiping away my tears. "Dean," she said, her voice tight. "He... he refused to take responsibility. He offered me money for an abortion”.

"Oh, Beatrice," I whispered, my heart aching for her. "I'm so sorry”. "It's fine," she said, her voice oddly detached. "He was never going to be a good father anyway. And honestly? I'm not sure I want to be a mother right now either”.

"But... the baby," I stammered, unsure of what to say, I never was fully sure about my stance on abortion. "The baby is a complication," she said, her eyes fixed on the floor. "A complication I don't need”.

"You don't mean that," I said, my voice soft. "Don't I?" she asked, her voice sharp. "Look, MaryJane, I don't need a lecture. I've made my decision, I'm just letting you know that I understand how it feels for a man to s**t on your efforts to love them”. She said dryly.

"I'm not going to lecture you," I said, my voice gentle. "I just... I'm worried about you."

"I appreciate that," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. "But I'll be fine. I always am."

"That dress is beautiful," I noted, trying to lighten the mood. "Where are you going?"

"A charity gala," she said, her smile widening. "I need to put on a brave face”. She winked, giving me a spin.

"You always look amazing," I said, genuinely admiring her strength in all of this. "Thanks," she said, her eyes softening. "You look… tired. Get some rest, okay?"

"Okay," I said, managing a weak smile.

Beatrice stood up, smoothing down her dress. "I'll see you later," she said, and then she was gone. I went downstairs, needing another drink, I could feel the effects of the first one wearing out.

In the living room, I saw Christopher and Calista, all smiles and filled with happiness. Christopher was kissing Calista's belly, and they were holding a sonogram picture.

"Maryjane!" Calista called out to me maliciously. "We're having a boy!" I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bottle of whiskey before turning to face them with a fake smile pasted on my face.

My eyes were drawn to Calista's feet. The red-bottomed heels, just like the ones I had seen under Christopher's desk.

"You like them?" Calista taunted, her eyes glittering with cruel amusement. "I know you can't afford them. Want to take a picture?”

Rage surged through me. "I knew it was you, b***h," I hissed.