“Are you dumb or just an asshole? She’s pregnant with your child!” I snap at him, and my tears break free rolling down my cheeks in thick drops.
“Whoa, what? Viola isn’t pregnant. And if she is it certainly isn’t by me.” He grabs my hand, and I jerk away as my tears fall harder.
“I’m so stupid. I believed every word you said.”
“Now wait a minute, Peyton. I don’t even know what the fuck you are going on about. I went out with the she devil a few times to dinner. It was nothing. She’s a crazy bitch who will do anything for her fifteen minutes of fame. That’s it. When we get back to house, we’ll talk to her together. I’ll prove it to you.”
“She told me she was pregnant by a guy who was still in love with his ex-girlfriend. Sound familiar?”
“It’s not mine. There’s no way. I used a rubber when I fucked her.” I flinch at the harshness and truth of his words.
“Yeah, well…maybe you told her the same shit you told me. That you didn’t have any, but you never fuck anyone else without one.” I punch his chest as he tries to hold me. “I hate you.”
“Stop it, Peyton,” he growls and slams his mouth down on mine. I bite at him, but he doesn’t pull back. His tongue pushes inside my mouth and damn me to hell because I kiss him back. I want to believe him. I want to believe that its some bizarre coincidence and that fate couldn’t be this cruel of a bitch a second time around. He breaks away breathing hard as I seethe at him. “Don’t you ever say you fucking hate me again. You’re mine, Fancy. You always were and you always will be.” His mouth comes down on mine again, and his hand goes up my dress, pushing my panties aside to finger me.
I feel like I am coming apart at the seams. I fall to pieces at his touch. I love this man so damn much. I know better but I can’t resist him like the fool that I am. I ride his hand taking all I can until an orgasm rocks through me. He undoes his pants and pulls me onto his lap. Neither of us caring that the driver is probably watching. I fuck him hard, bouncing on his lap, needing him to get off inside me. To fill me up with him and prove his love and loyalty to me as crazy as it sounds. It’s what I want and what I need right now. He tears at the top of my dress, ripping it partway to get my nipple in his mouth. He bites down on my tender skin and I cry out. I hear the partition glass start to come down. “Everything okay back there,” I hear that manager say, but I don’t dare turn around.
“Mind your own fucking business,” Jameson growls and I hear the glass go up again. He thrusts his big thick cock up inside me finding his angry release. We slowly rock together, neither of us ready to let go. I milk him dry, hugging my arms around his neck as more tears fall. His mouth clashes with mine and we continue to kiss and fuck.
“If anyone’s having your baby, it’ll be me,” I whisper in broken sobs.
“Shh.” He rubs my back. “Only ever you, Fancy. Only you.”
Loving you is a heartbreak I just can’t do
You split me in two
Dr. Jekyll meet Mrs. Hyde
When I’m with you I lose myself
You drive me crazy
Push me to the edge of sanity
Madness consumes me
If I can’t have you no one can
I eventually pull away from him once we get closer to the house. I look like a damn mess, and Jameson takes his shirt off and gives it to me. My makeup is smeared. My hair is sticking out every which way. My dress is torn. Everyone will know what we were doing back here on the drive to the house. “I’m not getting out of the car.”
Jameson chuckles. “Sure you are. We’re going straight to Viola and getting to the bottom of this shit. I’m not having her upset you like this for no damn good reason.” I nod, but he’s crazy. I’m not walking into that house like this in front of everyone with his damn come leaking out of me.
The car stops at the front entrance. Jameson opens the door and exits the car, holding his hand out for mine. “Nope,” I pop the P. “Not happening. I’ll get out later once everyone has gone somewhere else.”
“Peyton, stop it. Everyone had appearances this morning to promote the show. Rebecca is doing a radio show even.”
“You swear?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die if I’m lying,” he teases.
I put my hand in his. “Has anyone ever died from embarrassment?” I smirk and he laughs.
“That’s my girl.”
“Fine. I’m cleaning up before we talk to Viola though.”
“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.” Jameson wraps his arm around my shoulder, hugging me close to his body as he quickly escorts me inside the house. He’s right. Everyone seems to be gone. I rush up the stairs to my room and quickly disappear behind my door, shutting Jameson out. I need some space from him for a minute. We’ve been spending every waking second together. I need to think. He has me acting so wild I can’t even think straight. I strip out of my clothes and go straight to the bathroom to wash away the shit we just did in the car. I feel dirty but a good dirty. After my shower I collapse on the bed still wrapped in my towel. I’m exhausted both mentally and physically. Sleep claims me quickly.