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I know I shouldn’t do it I know it’s wrong and beyond fucked up, but I’ure, if I do this quickly and then get back to Dad--no har roan slips fros as she takes ainst a shiver threatening to overco her toe, but I’ hts fly out thethe er is released inside of s an index finger along her bottorip her hips as she wraps her ar the couches and going straight to Mason’s desk As she slides onto the table, I pull back and reach for the wallet in s her pathetic excuse for underwear down her legs, I find a condom and slip the wallet back intoit on Within seconds I’hts fillher e

How fucking thoughtful ofher lips She isn’t looking for roet back at her husband is all she wants Mason’s wife falls back, lying flat on his desk, her eyes closed I tightenher into me with every thrust

"Oh fuck, yes," she hten aroundto hold back s arounders into the wood, turning thein to spasasps for air and her walls clae and I lean over her,white and bloodless under the pressure as my knees threaten to buckle I feel ainsthell

I take a fe, deep breaths and draw retful sickness creep through ans What have I done?

I slip off the condoh my hair, Mason’s wife bends down for her underwear and I follow suit, buttoning et the button done, the door opens and I freeze

"Honey, this is--"

Holy shit Fuck

Mason’s words are cut off as he takes in the scene before hi and pulls down her dress, covering the red ersthe coust in Dad’s voice and I flinch "What the fuck is going on?"

"I’ll tell you what’s going on," the wo lectand retrieves a packet of cigarettes She plucks one out, puts it between her lips and ignites it with a tacky diahter With a sultry wink in my direction, she says "Thanks, handsome" And then she pushes past Dad and her husband--ex-husband Mason starts toward me, hate as clear as day in the blue depths of his eyes and I’ to let him punch me in the face Fuck knows I deserve it, but before he reaches me, Dad dives between us "Go after your wife, Mason I’ll deal with Seth"

I frown, knowing that whatever mental shit Dad dishes out will be a million times worse than what Mason could ever do to me physically

Mason whips around on his heel and stor after his wife

"Dad, it’s not my--"

My words are cut off by a harsh slap to my cheek and it tosses my head to the side I feel e to hit him back as I slowly turn to face hirowl at him

"It’s not your fault? Did she tie you down and force you to put your dick in her?"

I grit my teeth "No"

"No, she didn’t It’s your fault just as e of his nose "I thought you changed, Seth, but you’re still the sao and I’m finished with you"

The look on Dad’s face--the look of pure resenth my bloodstream and penetrates my heart The last few months I’ve worked so hard to make him proud…only to destroy it

Pain flashes across ainst ain

"Seth! What the fuck are you doing?" Darryl’s voice pierceshate the taste of blood I lunge forward, slaloved hand into Dave’s sto runt, he falls onto his hands and knees As soon as I’ his stopwatch to stop it froainst my lip and look at it There isn’t too e…I hope

"Are you awake? You’re as disoriented as a kidnapped prostitute on heroin"

"I’ et ht"

"Why? Are you ill?"

"No"

He puts his hands on his hips "Then why aren’t you sleeping?"

Choosing to avoid the flashback of htly, Darryl I can’t go ue anyhts aren’t a week or two apart they’re ly, Darryl laughs "You can’t sleep because you’re horny? You’re letting your sparring partners get through your guard because you want to fuck your girlfriend?" He pinches the bridge of his nose (a typical Darryl reaction) and exhales "If having sex is going to keep you on the top of your game and alert, then fine, do it But if you coive ot it?"