least I know for sure this time he’ll be back.
CHAPTER FOUR
Declan
It fucking hurts leavin Kendall. Always has, and I figure it always will. The last thing I want to be doing is going back to my place without her. It blew my mind tonight listening to her tell me about my daughters condom conversation with her at the store. Lexi never ceases to amaze me the things she figures out. Kendall either. The way she deals with everything that pops up The fact she doesn’t make Lexi feel stupid for asking questions, and she answers them so fucking well every time. I don’t know how Kendall always comes up with the right answers, but she does.
The only plus side about tonight is that DB isn’t home. I get to stretch out in my bed, on my own, and stroke one out thinking of Kendall. Her sweet voice. Sexy as fuck body, and what I want I’d do to it given half the chance. Ever heard anyone say riding with a hard on is fucking uncomfortable? Let me tell you, it fucking is. I swear by the time I make it the last block home I’ll have a goddamn permanent zipper impression on my cock.
Idling in my driveway, and cutting the engine to my bike, I notice there’s lights on inside. There’s only one reason they’d be on. Goddamn, motherfucking, sonofabitch! One night. I only want one night of peace and fucking quiet away from Isabella and her shit. It’s not much to ask. Or at least I don’t think it is.
Unlocking the door, I look around and notice she’s nowhere in sight. I take it the lazy bitch just forgot to turn the lights out again. If there’s one thing I can say that’s constant with Isabella, it’s her lack of regard for money. Actually that’s not the right way to put it. Isabella has a high regard for money, she just doesn’t like me having any of it left at the end of the month. It doesn’t matter how much I pull in, and I pull in some impressive cake from my normal cut of MC business, wage from the bike shop ‘Chasers’, plus extra cash from the runs I do. The bitch spends every dollar. Every time. I’ve taken to putting money aside in an account she knows nothing about to make sure my little girl has a college fund, and some extra for the shit Lexi needs that DB refuses to buy her. Fuck. Isabella won’t even buy Lexi an ice cream at the shop when she does take Lexi out with her on the rare occasion. She seems to begrudge spending a cent on Lexi, while she walks around buying five hundred dollar shoes she sure as shit doesn’t need. It’s not like we live on the bread line either, even though the bitch spends cash like water runs from a tap. We live well. We live more than comfortably. Not in the lap of luxury like Isabella seems to think she deserves, but better than a lot of people.
My head snaps up when I hear a pretty fucking distinctive moaning noise. Making my way down the hall after slippin my boots off to silence my steps I go to investigate. Oh Hell fucking no! I say to myself when I hear the moans again. I swear if this bitch is fucking around on me in my own fucking house I’ll gut her. Not because I fucking care who dips their cock in her snatch. I don’t. But because for years this bitch has made it her mission to ruin my life, including any happiness I could’ve had without her literal ball and chain.
Isabella’s demands that I be faithful, stay married to her, and keep my mouth shut about her threats have only been adhered to because of the very possibility she’d take Lexi from me. I won’t put anything past this bitch, and it’s a risk that I’m just not willing to take. If I lost Lexi it would kill me. Without a doubt, kill me. If she is fucking some dude in our bedroom, she better fucking believe this bullshit marriage is over. This will just give me the ammunition I need to make it happen sooner rather than later. I’m not stupid though. Hell no. I grab my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans with my camera app at the ready. Yes. I won’t put it past my cunt of a
CHAPTER FOUR
Declan
It fucking hurts leavin Kendall. Always has, and I figure it always will. The last thing I want to be doing is going back to my place without her. It blew my mind tonight listening to her tell me about my daughters condom conversation with her at the store. Lexi never ceases to amaze me the things she figures out. Kendall either. The way she deals with everything that pops up The fact she doesn’t make Lexi feel stupid for asking questions, and she answers them so fucking well every time. I don’t know how Kendall always comes up with the right answers, but she does.
The only plus side about tonight is that DB isn’t home. I get to stretch out in my bed, on my own, and stroke one out thinking of Kendall. Her sweet voice. Sexy as fuck body, and what I want I’d do to it given half the chance. Ever heard anyone say riding with a hard on is fucking uncomfortable? Let me tell you, it fucking is. I swear by the time I make it the last block home I’ll have a goddamn permanent zipper impression on my cock.
Idling in my driveway, and cutting the engine to my bike, I notice there’s lights on inside. There’s only one reason they’d be on. Goddamn, motherfucking, sonofabitch! One night. I only want one night of peace and fucking quiet away from Isabella and her shit. It’s not much to ask. Or at least I don’t think it is.
Unlocking the door, I look around and notice she’s nowhere in sight. I take it the lazy bitch just forgot to turn the lights out again. If there’s one thing I can say that’s constant with Isabella, it’s her lack of regard for money. Actually that’s not the right way to put it. Isabella has a high regard for money, she just doesn’t like me having any of it left at the end of the month. It doesn’t matter how much I pull in, and I pull in some impressive cake from my normal cut of MC business, wage from the bike shop ‘Chasers’, plus extra cash from the runs I do. The bitch spends every dollar. Every time. I’ve taken to putting money aside in an account she knows nothing about to make sure my little girl has a college fund, and some extra for the shit Lexi needs that DB refuses to buy her. Fuck. Isabella won’t even buy Lexi an ice cream at the shop when she does take Lexi out with her on the rare occasion. She seems to begrudge spending a cent on Lexi, while she walks around buying five hundred dollar shoes she sure as shit doesn’t need. It’s not like we live on the bread line either, even though the bitch spends cash like water runs from a tap. We live well. We live more than comfortably. Not in the lap of luxury like Isabella seems to think she deserves, but better than a lot of people.
My head snaps up when I hear a pretty fucking distinctive moaning noise. Making my way down the hall after slippin my boots off to silence my steps I go to investigate. Oh Hell fucking no! I say to myself when I hear the moans again. I swear if this bitch is fucking around on me in my own fucking house I’ll gut her. Not because I fucking care who dips their cock in her snatch. I don’t. But because for years this bitch has made it her mission to ruin my life, including any happiness I could’ve had without her literal ball and chain.
Isabella’s demands that I be faithful, stay married to her, and keep my mouth shut about her threats have only been adhered to because of the very possibility she’d take Lexi from me. I won’t put anything past this bitch, and it’s a risk that I’m just not willing to take. If I lost Lexi it would kill me. Without a doubt, kill me. If she is fucking some dude in our bedroom, she better fucking believe this bullshit marriage is over. This will just give me the ammunition I need to make it happen sooner rather than later. I’m not stupid though. Hell no. I grab my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans with my camera app at the ready. Yes. I won’t put it past my cunt of a
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