Fervor

by Silver, Jordan

  "I know one thing we could do, sort of." Derrick had on his thinking cap.

  "We could set up a sting so to speak, give them that nudge you were talking about. We have someone send them each a cryptic note alluding to the fact that their secret has been uncovered. Kind of like I know what you did last summer."

  That shit sounded good to me as long as I get to be the motherfucker who goes around with a large hook jacking people's shit up. Bonus!

  James seemed to be giving it some thought. I was quietly rubbing circles on butterfly's back. She'd calmed the fuck down somewhat but I was sure this couldn't be easy on her, being the eye of this particular storm. No one liked being made a fool of. I hated it for her I hated it for me.

  "I'm thinking in order for any of this to work you two are going to have to lay low, at the very least don't let anyone know of your reconciliation; give them a false sense of success let them believe their scheme worked. You have appearances coming up pretty soon Gage you should make them, if anyone asks which they will, you're taking a breather to get your head together, you don't know what the future holds."

  "Fuck that shit James, we've had enough, I've had enough, we're not hiding from those fucks like some dirty little fucking secret, while the fuckers who orchestrated this fuckery are walking the streets without a care in the fucking world. You'll have to come up with another way to do your shit. No more hiding. Come on butterfly you've had enough for the day." I grabbed my girl and jetted.

  I wasn't really mad anymore, I'd reached a place of calm don't ask me the fuck how. I just know none of this fuckery mattered. I had my girl back, we were tight and I'd been putting my seed to good use the last couple days. By this time next year I should be a proud daddy. So yeah, you know what? The rest of the world could go fuck themselves.

  My first appearance was on a late night show a week later. During that whole week my girl kept having attacks of the nerves. She was scared of everything and no matter how much I tried reassuring her she was still antsy as fuck. I guess she'd just have to wait and see.

  Unbeknownst to them I had a surprise up my sleeve.

  The day of my appearance I woke up in New York. My mom and dad were here and of course I brought butterfly with. We'd flown in to a private airstrip on Long Island in the family jet so no one really knew where we were.

  Fuck what James had said she wasn't hiding away in Montana while I flitted around the country.

  The word is that the Pooles are headed for divorce. Fucking liars. More like the public raising their collective eyebrows at her quick forgiveness made them rethink their strategy. I didn't really much care about that shit right now. The time for that would come later. It was time to take my motherfucking shit back.

  I didn't tell beautiful what I was up to until we were on our way to the studio. We had to pull off some serious maneuvering to pull that shit off but we did it. While the paparazzi were staked out in front of the hotel we were staying at a family owned private residence on Central Park South. Fuckers.

  The people behind the scenes of the show were all a twitter when we showed up, even the host had no idea I was bringing butterfly with me. No one knew we were reconciled. I spent our time in the green room calming her the fuck down; she was like a cat on hot coals.

  When they came back to get me that's when I put my shit in motion, as the host introduced me to the crowd the applause started, when I walked out onto the stage holding my fiancé's hand, my grandmother's rock shooting out sparks of light from her finger, they brought the mother-fucker down. No one was left sitting, women were crying, men were giving the dog pound and the host was smiling like he’d won the fucking lottery. Fuck yeah.

  Chapter 38

  Host: Jokingly..."So you pulled off a high coup."

  Gage: Grinning from ear to ear..."I have no idea of what you speak."

  I'm smiling like a motherfucker, my girl have a death grip on my hand. She's afraid of what he might ask. I'm not; I chose this particular venue because I trusted this guy not to push the envelope.

  Host: Laid back and relaxed with arms crossed over lower abdomen..."You do realize you just sent my ratings through the roof, I really wanna curse but I can't so I'll say this. Booyah" He fist pumped the air and the audience was eating this shit up. I knew it.

  Thinking to himself as his guests smile and hold hands looking very much together the host had only one thought.

  I knew this motherfucker was cool always liked the kid, but this shit right here; Star mother-fucking player.

  I’d done some maneuvering of my own behind the scenes, something I hadn’t shared not even with my butterfly. The next week and a half was nothing but interviews and brown nosing leading up to premiers and there was a fever in the air. Everyone was busy running around too busy to pay too much attention to anyone else’s shit but their own. As long as I used my head I could pull off the shit I needed to, it wasn’t what I’d envisioned in the beginning but at least it was a good start.

  “Gage, you’re so deep.”

  “I know baby does it hurt, am I hurting you?”

  I have to keep reminding myself that she’s still a little fragile, she was gaining back a little weight but it was going to take time to get back to where she was.

  “Not really, it just, it feels deeper than you’ve ever been before, unghh.”

  I was serious about breeding her like yesterday I don’t know what the deepness of my strokes have to do with it if anything but I felt the need these days to reach as far up inside her sweet little pussy as I could. Maybe it was the position she was in her legs were up around my neck and her ass was on my thighs leaving my hands free for me to plant them into the bed for purchase so I could fuck as hard and as deep s I wanted.

  “Take it for me baby, I need it, I’ve missed you, missed being inside you like this.”

  “Okay kiss me.” That took some contortion but I did it.

  “Did I tell you how much I love the way your pussy grabs onto my cock and won’t let go? I love the wet sounds it makes when I stroke in and out of you, I love everything about your sweet pussy, I can’t ever get enough of being in you. Can you feel my cock? Feel how hard he is? That’s only for you, always.” My sweet words always send her over the edge and this time was no different. She came on a scream her nails dragging down my back no doubt drawing blood.

  My wild man fucking had a twofold purpose, I know very well that after a good hard fuck she falls into a deep sleep and I needed her to be out for what I had planned. My target was in the city, the furor over our appearance together a few nights ago was still going strong, now everyone wanted a piece of us but not for the same reasons they had the week before. Now we were on the front page for a whole other reason, the front pages were calling it the love story of the century, whatever. Next week they’ll be back to talking shit about us again, lying fucks, if the public was gullible enough to buy into their shit that was on them, I no longer felt like I had anything to prove I had what I wanted. Damn near destroyed myself getting to this point but once I got over my pride at what other people thought I was okay with it. What kind of man would I be to punish the woman I love for something she was as much a victim of as I?

  When I was sure she was asleep after the bath I’d given her where I’d fingered her to another orgasm just for insurance I slipped from the room. I’d sent Terry Poole a note supposedly from someone else, I had had to go through hoops to arrange that shit so it didn’t fall back on me but I had done it. Just wear a disguise and not just any pansy ass disguise but full make up which I’d done myself, I’d walked pass my parents and they hadn’t even known me. While in disguise I’d filched the asshole’s wallet, now that part had been a bit tricky but once again I’d pulled it off. You learn a lot on the sets of movies and when there’s time between takes you can learn even more, I’ve learned a fuck of a lot. It’s only in the last few days that I’ve realized most of what I’ve learned is criminal.

  After lifting the wallet I’d waited a couple
hours and using a voice distorter had called as a concerned citizen who had somehow found the wallet outside the restaurant where he just happened to be having lunch that day. Learning his whereabouts was easy I’d just lied and told my publicist she needed to know where he was going to be because I didn’t want to run into the fuck while out and about with my fiancé. I convinced her that if that fuckery should happen she’d be looking for a new job. It worked because less than an hour later she’d had the info and I was ready the next day.

  He wanted me to leave the wallet at the front desk of his hotel but I told him I wasn’t comfortable doing that and of course since I sounded like a starry-eyed cheerleader the horny fuck fell for it.

  Now I’m off again in another disguise this time for my late night rendezvous with the douche. I’d chosen some place that a fan who wanted to be alone with him might consider far away from the action but not far enough that the fucker would grow suspicious. No I wasn’t dressed like a little girl. I waited for him to show up and walk to the place we’d decided on. He didn’t want anyone seeing him anymore than I did after all he was in enough shit with the press raking him over the coals for trying to break up a sweet young love story. I watched him approach and the old anger rose up inside me, this was the fucker that had almost destroyed my life; I went with that momentum and attacked. The first blow caught him in the face breaking his fucking nose, blood flew everywhere and while he was busy grabbing at his face I kneed him in his balls, twice for good measure. By the time I left him on the ground rolling around in pain I was at least a little satisfied, it wasn’t the grand comeuppance I’d wanted but it was a good start.

  It was an easy thing to walk out of there and back to the car I had parked a couple streets over where I changed out of the bloody shirt for a new one. I tossed that shit in the trash and went home to my woman.

  EPILOGUE

  It's been a year, a year since our hell on earth, what a difference a year makes. First on the career front things couldn't be any fucking better. Oops I'm trying to curtail my swearing. Suzette threatened me with bodily harm if our kids’ first word is fuckery or anything remotely similar.

  Yes I said kids plural, who the fuck...umm yeah, who knew I had super sperm? Three in one shot, I kid you not, butterfly was a whale don't tell her I said that. So anyway three healthy cute as fuck boys they're my fuck you to the naysayers, if that's not politically correct I don't give a fuck.

  Anyway back to the career front like I was saying in the last year we got more movie offers and endorsement deals than ten people could handle we had to beg for a break, there's no way we could've done them all so we chose the ones that were best for us.

  We did three movies a piece in the last year try doing that shit while pregnant, breast feeding or getting up for three am feedings.

  This coming year we're taking a break I'm taking my family to our private island for at least three months besides Suzette has me doing double duty as a stud, she says she got jipped on the baby front since she's seriously outnumbered. Fuck yeah I'm down with it.

  So business is good, family life is phenomenal, my boys are growing like tumbleweeds, some fuckwad magazine wanted to sign our kids to a modeling deal or to do commercials or some fuck, I told them to kiss my ass. My kids could choose that life if they want I'm not choosing it for them.

  Oh I know what you're waiting for, the whole revenge thing, well see that fucker James had an ace up his sleeve all along my nana on my father's side.

  See James is a distant relative and apparently he didn't like my more volatile suggestions regarding those fucks so he squealed like a little bitch. I hadn’t told anyone that I was responsible for the supposed mugging of Peter Poole that got so much notice in the press, the cops were hunting for a madman that had attacked one of Hollywood’s up and comers in a New York alley, everyone was convinced it was a random act of violence but I’d received some piercing looks from a few family members including butterfly. I didn’t admit to anything but let’s just say they knew what they knew. I was still thinking of ways to fuck with him though, I wasn’t through by a long shot and no one could get me to change my mind, but James wasn’t buying my innocent act and he was convinced I was going to land my ass in jail so like I said he sang like a fucking yellow bird. It was a good six months after the beat down and I was still muttering about getting his ass. Butterfly was pregnant by then I mean really pregnant you could see that shit from the space station. One day I let slip that I still wasn’t happy with the way things ended with the guilty parties getting away with what they’d done. James that fuck had listened to every word without a rebuttal; I didn’t know all along he was planning to put a monkey wrench in my shit.

  Needless to say nana descended on me like the Red Baron on a British bomber it took her ten minutes to defuse the situation with her sneaky ass; it went something like this.

  "Nana, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming."

  "Humph, of course you didn't boy it's a surprise, where's your wife?"

  "She just went down for a nap, the babies are making her tired." I smiled like a proud father to be.

  "So you're a man now with a family on the way, you happy?"

  "Very happy nana."

  " You have all you could want in life?"

  "Pretty much yeah."

  "So you'll give up this need for revenge?"

  "Nana..."

  "Do you remember going to church with me when you were younger?"

  Oh boy.

  "Yes I do..."

  "Do you remember anything you learned?"

  "Some!" Okay I have to admit I was squirming in my seat, where was she going with this?

  "Vengeance is mine says the Lord."

  Well damn, she pulled the high card.

  It's been three days since nana's visit, life is good I'm happy my wife is happy and all's right in my mother-fucking world. My thirst for revenge isn't burning as bright as it once was don’t get me wrong it’s still there I still want their blood in my fucking throat but I had a lot of good shit to look forward to and that goes a long way in tempering the fire.

  So imagine my surprise when I got a phone call telling me to watch one of the leading entertainment shows on that evenings' broadcast.

  I was mad as fuck thinking these fucks were looking to fuck with my life again, but this caller would've given me a heads up.

  The program started out with the promise of a surprising exclusive and a parental control warning.

  The fuck?

  After like five hundred fucking commercials selling everything from dog food to detergent they were back.

  I didn't tell Butterfly about this shit because I didn't know what the fuck was in store for me so I'm sitting in my media room while I have her cloistered away in our master bath relaxing in some bubbles.

  The segment opened with some pretty graphic pictures of O’Reilly and the Pooles, all of them in what we'll call...compromising positions. Geez.

  This shit is fucked, let's just say there was a dog involved, nasty fucks.

  In the background running on a loop could be heard conversations between the parties involved all except Humphreys who was implicated by the others.

  On the tape Poole could be heard lamenting the fact that he never got the chance to fuck my wife. Sick twisted perverted fuck.

  The wife was not too happy about the missed opportunity to come up in the Wood, not to mention the fact that her husband had been photographed with a much younger and much prettier starlet all for nothing.

  O’Reilly was more concerned about the mystery person who was claiming to know what they'd done. Go Derrick.

  The video jumped to footage from earlier that day of the three of them being arrested in different locations. The charges varied from indecent behavior to cruelty to animals, and those were just for what was captured on film. They also threw in defamation of character, fraud and a whole slew of shit that I didn't know what the fuck.

  The fucks all cried viol
ation of privacy but the damage was done even if they got off lightly in a court of law, they were done in the Wood.

  Two weeks later we received a bouquet of white roses for her and a bottle of Dom for me the note said, Enjoy your life, cousin J.

  Well fuck me.

  Six years later...

  Six years and five kids later and we're still going strong the triplets Gage Michael, Christian Blade, and Gabriel Sebastian were joined eleven months later by Jason and Ashley the twins.

  It seems my swimmers only did multiples, Suzette was making noises about one more, I was satisfied with my cache, but she pretty much gets what she wants outta me.

  School starts soon and since the kids aren't even a year apart they'll all be starting together in one capacity or another.

  Suzette's decided to take things easy on the career front, she wants to be front and center for all their little school activities since her mom was never there for hers, she doesn't want them to miss out.

  Of course me being the number one mother-fucking dad I have to do my part, so we decided on one movie a year each, preferably together, but definitely when the kids can join us on set, which means we'll be working around them.

  My boys are rough and tumble and their older cousin Jonathan, Brian and Connie's one and only teaches them all the shit he knows. I've been at the wrong end of many a prank instigated by that one.

  We bought a bigger house obviously, Rex's big as fuck and we got him a girlfriend a couple years ago to keep him company, this place is a mother-fucking madhouse it's a zoo.

  Five kids two dogs a hamster rat fuck, some goldfish and my princess wants a kitten. Fuck me. Who would've thought we'd ever get here?