by Rose Cody
Vincent groans in frustration as Joe lays under him shaking his head as he lifts his hand up high into the air before striking it down against the bridge of that fat man’s nose.
“ANSWER ME!” Vincent screams, shoving the gun into Joes temple hard, knocking his head around.
“Look, look!” Joes starts, his voice quivering as he speaks. “I made a mistake, I made a mistake! I’m obviously in over my head! I don’t know what I was thinking!”
“You think you could handle even a fraction of what I do?” Vincent asks, his voice breaking as he squeezes the guy’s neck. “And you want me to pay you for your tiny little area that you obviously can’t even handle?!”
“No sir, no sir!” Joe cries, shaking his head. “Please, please, you’ll never see me again, I swear!”
“You better believe I’ll never see you again…” Vincent says, sliding the barrel of the gun across the man’s face to the center of his forehead. “I will never see you again, do you understand me?” He says, leaning down to whisper into the man’s ear.
Vincent sits up, pulling the gun away from the man’s face before pulling the hammer and cocking the gun.
“No! Vincent, no!” Olivia screams, closing her eyes as she watches him press the gun against the man’s hand.
“Never, do you hear me?!” Vincent says before pulling the trigger.
Olivia screams, the gunshot momentarily deafening her as she squeezes her eyes, before the ringing in her ears turns into the blood curdling screams of the man Vincent just shot, sending a shiver down her spine.
She opens her eyes, the room spinning around her as she watches Vincent get up off of the man as blood pools around them. He empties the remaining bullets from the gun and drops them into his pocket before tossing it at the man as he rolls over onto his knees, nursing his torn apart hand against his chest.
He walks around the pooled blood, squatting down to kneel in front of Joe before grabbing the screaming man by the chin and pulling it up.
“I think we’ve reached our understanding, don’t you?” Vincent says to him, before pushing him back over.
He stands up, kicking him in the side before walking over to the front door and opening it.
“Get. Out.” He says forcefully as they watch the man scramble to his feet before running out the door, leaving his gun to soak in the pool of blood on Olivia’s hardwood floors.
Chapter 22
Vincent walks over to Olivia and drops to his knees beside her before wrapping his arms around her and brushing his trembling fingers through her hair as he lets out a shaking breath.
She sobs, unable to hold back her tears any longer as she buries her face into his shoulder, the smell of his must calming her before she pushes him away.
“Get away from me!” She screams. “You shot someone in my house! Get away!”
“Olivia, I did what I had to do.” He whispers to her, glancing back behind him at the pool of crimson before reaching out for her again.
She stands up, pushing him away once more.
“You came here to fire me!” She sobs, pointing towards the loose pile of papers on the floor. “None of this would have ever happened if you just left me alone in the first place!”
“Olivia, please!” He begs, pulling her back down onto his lap. “Not at all, please, just listen to me.”
She cries, leaning back into him as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“You brought it with you and everything.” She whispers.
“To rip up.” He says, his voice cracking. “To rip up, Olivia. I don’t want a contract anymore.”
She looks up at him, her tears magnifying her blue eyes as she listens to him speak.
“I’m a bad guy, Olivia. I get it… I mean, look at what I fucking just did…” He says, burying his nose into her hair. “But I don’t want a disgusting contract like this with you.”
“So then what do you want?” She asks, spiting back at him angrily, her body too exhausted to pull away.
“I want you.” He whispers to her.
“What do you want from me?” She whispers back.
“Just you.” He says, cradling her. “No contract. No obligation… just you… just us…”
He grabs her hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand as he speaks.
“Please, Olivia.” He says, hanging his head as he sighs out. “I can’t promise you I am going to magically be a good person, in fact, I know I’m not going to be.” He whispers embarrassedly. “But from the moment I first saw you, I knew I needed you… from the very first second, and I’m not going to let you go.”
Olivia reaches up to Vincent’s face before slowly brushing her hand against his cheek to wipe away his falling tears before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her.
“I know there’s nothing I can ever do for you that will make up for this…” He starts.
Olivia smiles, hiccupping out a small chuckle as she sniffs.
“Well, you can start by making us some breakfast.” She whispers. “I hear you’re pretty good at that.”
Chapter 23
Olivia huffs, wiping her hand against her forehead as she stands back, resting her hands on her hips to look over her job well done.
“Finally!” She gasps. “Every last frame in this place has been dusted!”
“You know…” Vincent says, walking up behind her before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his palm gently against her round, protruding belly. “You don’t have to do this.”
She laughs, leaning back into him as he kisses her neck.
“Well, it’s got to be done and I’m the only one around here who seems to do any of it.” She says back to him, placing her hand on top of his.
“I could always just hire someone else to clean around here.” Vincent whispers into her ear.
She turns around, raising her eyebrow at him as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and presses their foreheads together.
“I don’t think so.” She says sternly. “You can’t get that past me, Mr. I know exactly the kinds of things you like to do to the girls you hire for chores.”
He blushes, chuckling as he brushes his nose against her cheek.
“Speaking of…” He whispers to her. “I think there’s something you haven’t taken care of in a little while that’s in desperate need of a little…dusting…”
She laughs, resting her head on his shoulder as she rests her hand on his hip.
“Heaven forbid you give your heavily pregnant wife a few days off from that.” She smiles, her face flushing as she slowly drags her hand over to the front of his suit pants before sinking her fingers down the waist. “I’m sure that’s been really hard on you…”
“It has.” He whispers, moaning gently as he feels Olivia slowly press her fingers up and down his shaft.
“Well, then I better take care of it.” She whispers to him, pulling her hand out of the waist of his pants before unbuttoning and unzipping them.
She pushes them down, along with his boxers before wrapping her fingers around his shaft and slowly working it, rubbing up and down as he stiffens.
“Oh…” He moans, cupping her chin as he places a soft kiss against her lips.
He walks her over to his desk, placing her hands on top of it and leaning her slightly forward as he sinks down to his knees behind her.
He lifts her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist before hooking his fingers into the waist of her panties and pulling them down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor.
She giggles, stepping out of them and kicking them away as she feels Vincent’s fingers slide up her thighs and brush over her puffy, dangling lips.
She spreads her legs slightly apart and leans down onto the desk on her elbows as she feels him sink his finger into her, coaxing out her soaking wet slick before he adds another.
“You’ve been so soaking wet lately.” He whispers to her as he kisses the back of her thigh. “God, I love your sweet, wet pussy
.”
She gasps before letting the remainder of her breath out shakily as she feels her husband’s hot tongue press against her lips as he pumps his fingers back and forth before pulling the digits out of her and filling the gap with his tongue.
Olivia moans out as she feels him thread his tongue between her lips, sliding it up to her clit as he spreads her cheeks apart.
He stands up from his knees, dragging his hands up her thighs before wrapping his fingers around his stiff cock and pumping up and down the shaft a few times.
Olivia closes her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips as she feels him place the head of his cock at her entrance. He slides it back and forth between her sweet lips a few times before slowly sinking into her deeply.
“Mmmm.” She moans as she feels him slide himself out of her before quickly sinking back in.
Vincent leans against her back, wrapping his arms around her to hold onto her belly as he slowly works his cock back and forth before sinking one of his hands down between her legs.
She moans out as she feels him rub the tip of his finger against her pearl, causing the heat to build deep inside of her as he bucks his hips, pulling his cock in and out of her.
She reaches to her belly to hold her hand against his as she feels the wave of pleasure reach her, sending a shiver up her spine as her walls grip him over and over in a spasm.
Olivia gasps as she feels him thrust quicker, his manhood swelling inside of her as an orgasm overtakes him as well, his cock twitching as he spills his seed.
She moans, whimpering as she feels him pull away from her as he walks over to his desk to grab them a box of tissues to clean up with.
“Olivia…” He says, kneeling down beside her before kissing her hip. “Olivia… I love you.”
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