Marrying my high school bully

Dexter

The drive to one of my favorite bars seemed longer than the time I had to wait for Lorraine to be brought to me. Her crude response to my question yesterday was startling, but maybe she wasn’t the angel I thought her to be.

As I waltzed in, I saw my friends, yelling at me to come over. A smile stretched on my lips as I headed over to their spot and sank onto the seat they had reserved for me.

Liam stretched his hand for a warm handshake. “It’s been a long time, buddy. You are filling out so well.” He said with a New York accent.

“What can I do?” I chuckled and greeted Blake as well who was more focused on his bottle of rum.

It’s been a while since we met after a few years of being away from each other. I’d drowned myself in work and it wasn’t until today that they forced me to come over for a reunion which I eagerly accepted.

“How have you boys been?” I teased them with a smirk.

Liam shrugged and was about to reply when he caught the sight of a beautiful lady who walked past us with a handsome young man. He palmed his hands flirtatiously and ruffled his hair while making a loud whistle.

I shook my head in amusement. “Come on, man. She’s not alone.”

“It doesn’t matter, Dexter.” He replied, his ewes still trained on both of them.

“What does?” I asked, looking at Blake for help but his lips stayed glued to each other.

He got up to his feet, pushing his seat behind him. “What matters is that I’m going to have that girl in my bed tonight, you can’t even begin to imagine how hard I’m going to spank her.” He brushed her while passing and I could see the lady making uncomfortable movements.

A few moments later, she got up as well and headed in the same direction he went. “Women.” I muttered in irritation.

Remembering what happened between Lorraine and I last night and seeing that woman go after Liam, I got more disgusted by the fact that most women these days were unreliable, including the one people thought were perfect.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I saw Lorraine recently.” Blake commented, my heart skipping a beat.

How could he have seen her? “Where did you see her?” My voice was chill but filled with nervousness.

Let it not be that she is still meeting with them.

“On TV. She’s more beautiful and hotter since high school, I can’t believe she’s still bold and confident after what she did.” Blake cackled, scrolling through his phone.

If he had seen the devious glare on my face, his mouth would have stopped running. I didn’t need to ask more questions because I understand how Lorraine showed up on the television.

Stefan proposed that we make short clips of our model wearing our designs during their rehearsals and air it. Seeing that it would increase the chances of our designs getting visibility, I obliged him and since then I noticed a tremendous improvement.

But what surprised me was the fact they allowed Lorraine to join in though she was new.

“I think that’s enough. Let’s talk about something else.” I requested calmly, because I wasn’t sure that I could continue the conversation without my emotions spiraling out of control.

He glanced at me quizzically then huffed. “I wonder why you are still possessive of that bitch.” He muttered almost inaudibly but I heard him and this time I couldn’t restrain myself.

My tightly clenched fist met with his cheek, causing him to slip out of his chair, his ass connecting with the floor with a loud thud that elicited gasps from the customers around.

Enveloped with rage, I lurched at him, throwing more punches at his face until I felt strong arms pulling me away from him. “I won’t say it again, Blake. Don’t ever talk about Lorraine in such a manner! Whatever I do with her and about her is none of your business!” I barked at him, ignoring the injuries I’d caused his face.

I shook myself free from their strong grip, picked up my phone then left.

As I drove back home, my mind was filled with the memory of the past. It irked me, causing me to hold the steering wheel tightly else I’d lose control.

I couldn’t believe I just fought with my friend over a woman who was undeserving of my care and love. The urge to defend her was still there and inasmuch as I acted on my feelings earlier, I began to regret it.

My anger was still simmering no matter how much I tried so I scrolled through my phone and called one of my friends.

“Meet me at the usual place.” I ordered and ended the call.

The door of the hotel room I’d booked pushed open, with a lady trotting in. She looked beautiful and sexy as usual, her dress was just as provocative as I wanted.

“Edith.” I said calmly as she flashed me a smile, approaching me with a sultry gait.

She flung her bag to the bed and dropped to her knees, her eyes glimmering with lust and desire that should have turned me on.

But what got me bothered was why my lower member was flaccid and unconcerned in the presence of this good meat.

Her cleavages almost burst out of the low neckline dress she wore, and the length of her dress stopped right under her firm ass. The dress had no sleeves, save for a single strap that was crossed over to the other arm.

“You are reluctant, Dexter. What’s the problem?” She asked as her fingers trailed down my chest slowly.

Her question caught me off guard as I stared at her. She wasn’t really a friend, but a fuck mate whom I enjoyed calling regularly because of how well she took care of my needs.

I always did my best to ensure that she left limp with a huge amount of money, but she always assured me that she enjoyed it because I was so good.

Seeing her now, my body was supposed to come alive just the way we both wanted. “I think you should go.” I whispered curtly, with a breathy voice.

She snapped her head backward, her lips parted with surprise. “What do you mean, Dexter? I thought you liked this?” She stroked my phallus through my pants and dropped it abruptly when she realised that I wasn’t moved.

“Edith…” I groaned.

She bit her lips, not giving up as she unhooked my belt speedily. “Let me make you happy.” She drawled and immediately my phallus sprang free.