Cut & Blow (Cut & Blow #2) - Ashleigh Giannoccaro Page 0,2
and designer suits. He is different to everyone in my world. I know he is married. I’ve even seen his wife, but they don’t fuck, I don’t even think they talk to each other.
Apparently it’s complicated and he says his family doesn’t believe in divorce, so he can do whatever he likes and she does what she likes.
With one exception – Sunday’s.
On Sunday they go to church and have family lunch. It’s an unbreakable tradition, and he even turns his phone off on Sundays. Once a week he doesn’t exist for me and I remain his dirty little secret. The rest of the week he’s not concerned who sees us or who knows.
He flaunts our affair, spends money on me, takes me places and shows me off to his work colleagues like I am a prize he won. They all have young women with them. I know it’s a competition, I also know I can’t compete with them. I am from the trashy side of town and cut hair for a living, while they have theirs done. I don’t get on with the others, I don’t even try.
Putting on my very best fake smile, I slide into the car. It smells of new leather and his signature cologne. The sleek black car only has two seats and sounds like a rabid animal when it starts. The vibration through my body as it roars to life feels delightfully naughty, and I smile. I’m sure he does it on purpose just to get me all worked up.
“Where are we going?” I ask, placing my hand on his thigh.
“Dinner and then the hotel, since you don’t want to stay at my house.”
He sounds butt hurt over that, but I do not want to run into his kids or wife. Fucking him at his house feels decidedly wrong … well, more wrong. This whole thing is wrong. “It just isn’t right going to your home, Sal.” His frown is deeper than normal. He’s the dark brooding type, but tonight he seems angry. “But, if you really want to, we can.”
Something about him makes me feel uneasy. He is off a little. Fear dances in my stomach.
“I don’t know what you are so afraid of, Chelsey. My wife knows we are fucking, my son doesn’t care who I’m fucking, and hotels are costing a fortune.”
Shit, he sounds really angry. My stomach turns and I feel a little car sick. Swallowing, I turn the vents so the AC is blowing directly onto me.
“This isn’t the first time I’m doing this. You know that, Chelsey. You know I have been fucking around for years, you knew from day one I had a wife, so why do you suddenly care so much?”
I don’t like this side of him, but I can’t afford to leave Sal right now. Not yet. I just need to get to the end of the school year and then I can do what I want.
“Do I not treat you well? Spoil you? Fuck you better than any man ever has?” he asks.
He does all those things and more. “You do. I’m sorry, Sal.” I squeeze his leg and try to put the fear out of my mind.
He grabs my hand and clenches it hard. “Just remember what I can do to you, how I can make you feel, who you belong to. Stop thinking so hard, you are too pretty to think so much.”
I don't know what to think anymore. I like the way he makes me feel – I just want to feel.
“Can we skip dinner? Order in?” I look at him, lick my lip and flutter my eyes, so he knows exactly what I am saying.
“No, we are going to dinner. Just us.”
Oh, thank God, I could not do cat fight central tonight.
“I promise you won’t be disappointed, my little Bunny.”
He uses the nickname that turns my brain to mush and makes me so horny that I forget anything else but him. The first night he cornered me in the club restroom he called me a frightened little bunny and shoved me into a stall. ‘Bunny’ stuck, and so did the mind blowing sex.
He moves my hand up and places it on his crotch. His cock is hard beneath the soft fabric of his suit and his intention is absolutely clear. He doesn’t want me to think about things, or argue about what’s right.
No, I am here to be wrong, and make it feel good while I’m at it.
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