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254 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 4, 2022
“Of course you are. Remember, Royal, no glove, no love. You wrap that snake up, got it?” “Yes, ma’am.” I salute, even though she can’t see it.
Jack has a scar under his left eye, which he got from the bitch who birthed his son, my nephew, Dominic.
“Your woman? Fuck off, man. A chick her size is only good for a paid fuck. No one would want her otherwise,” he says smugly.
Royal Masters will never get into my panties, and that is a damn shame, because I bet he is a beast in bed. But he isn’t mine, and he never will be. That’s something I learned a long time ago.
Oh, Tree Winslow, you are in for a treat when we get back home. Little did I know that the treat would be big. For both of us.
And yes, I said she was my girl. She just doesn’t know it yet. For years, I fucked my way through the states, not giving a fuck about the consequences, because every chick knew what they were getting into when they spent the night with me.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I know you, Royal. I know who you are. You like to sleep around, so sleeping with one woman for the rest of your life is not something you want or are capable of doing. Fuck me.”
“I bet you loved this, didn’t you? Sharing this with your brothers from the club, having a good ol’ laugh at my expense. Oh, I have no doubt you won a bet by having sex with me, right? Who can fuck the fat chick first? Shit, you’re all the same. Men like you never change, Royal. Just leave. You aren’t welcome here,” she sobs.
“Have you been having sex with other women since Vegas?” I ask with my hand over my stomach, preparing for the worst.
“Listen, I haven’t touched anyone since I found the certificate and rings. You can’t hold that shit against me, Tree.” He steps forward, trying to touch me, but I recoil.
Before then, I did fuck three girls, but in my defense, I didn’t know I was married.
Lois is leaning against the bar, her jeans hugging her every curve, the tank top barely containing her huge fake tits that her daddy paid for. She’s flirting with one of the prospects behind the bar. Usually, that sight would piss me off, but I feel nothing, and I know that when I tell this chick that I won’t be fucking her anymore, she will blow the hell up.
“She isn’t speaking to me because I admitted to her that I fucked other women after we got married.”
“You cheated on your wife?” she grinds out, glaring down at me. “We brought you up better than that, Royal,” Dad calls to me,
She was in my thoughts for days after, even when I was fucking the three other chicks. I compared them to her.
“I’ve seen the women Royal fucks, and they look nothing like you. He likes his bitches with big fake tits, not the flabby shit you have going on.” He reaches for my breast, and I slap his hand away.
Since I found out that I was married, I ended things with her, and she was fucking pissed, but it had to be done.
Lois’s family carry a lot of weight around here, and I know they can and will cause trouble for me and my family.
“Please, don’t ever refer to yourself as ‘daddy’ around me.”
The shit I took after just one interaction with you was the worst. That was why I stayed away from you. You were a nice guy, Royal, but I’m sorry to put a dent in your little ego, but you weren’t worth the hassle of the teenage cruelty I had to suffer.”
Being bullied stays with you. It marks your soul, but you heal, and it fades until the beast rears its ugly head and makes you feel the pain and torment again.
To him it was all a fucking game. A sick twisted game. I bet he is at the clubhouse laughing it up with the boys, talking about how much of a fool I am.
“No, she said things that only Royal and me knew. He must have told her like she said.”