Dirty Little Love Story (2 page)

I’m sitting at our usual Wednesday dinner with some completely
un
usual guests and I’m feeling like I might faint at any given minute.

And you know what? I’m pretty sure
Mr. Edwards
is totally on to me.

He keeps sneaking me these sideways glances that make my stomach turn and I’ve barely eaten a bite since we’ve sat down. I have blamed it on my low blood pressure, which has given me some trouble in the past, but truth is, I am about to throw up at the mere sight of the two of them, pretending like they don’t share the most exciting love life I’ve ever had the opportunity to witness.

The fact that she is his step daughter is incredibly disturbing to me, and I just wish they would all shut up about it. I can actually hardly believe they’re supposed to be a family, since there appears to be only a few years of age difference between the two of them.

“Well, I for one, am really curious – how did you two … become a family?” I ask with a syrupy sweet voice, suddenly over my nervousness as my curiosity gets the better of me. I lean forward and ignore Jacob’s kick under the table. He’s been ass-licking all evening and it’s high time I got a word in.

Thankfully, Mr. Edwards laughs that robust laugh of his as if I’m nothing but an amusing toy, and that seems to calm my boyfriend down.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” retorts Raina with a small smile and I send a confused and slightly menacing look her way. She’s as pretty up close as she was through the window, and I cannot help but feel a little threatened – especially with the way Mr. Edwards and even
Jacob
are looking at her.

Her step-father ignores her. “I’d love to tell you the story,” he says politely. “I was a lawyer for Reina’s Mother’s company.”

“Is she much older?” I interrupt rudely.

“She had me at 16,” Reina retorts angrily and blows a piece of hair out of her face. I realize as I look at her she’s younger than me, probably only by a few years, but I’d give her 22 at most. “And it’s
was
,” she adds bitterly. “She’s been dead for three years now.”

That finally shuts me up, if only for a little while. I gulp silently and send her a sympathetic look, but before I get the chance to apologize, Mr. Edwards goes on.

“Anyway, Anita and I had a fast connection,” he continues as if nothing has happened. “She was older than me, but she was enthusiastic and passionate about the business.” I notice a wishful tone to his voice, but I cannot help but think –
why are you fucking her daughter, then?

“We were married when Reina was 18, and I was 34,” he explains. I do the math in my head and put him in his late thirties. Damn, he looks better than Jacob, and he’s fifteen years younger. I almost want to congratulate him on being such a handsome bastard, but I’m too intrigued – I must know more.

“Who inherited?” I ask brutally and Reina snorts in response, refusing to meet my gaze and instead choosing to roll her eyes. I wonder how they don’t get stuck inside her head.

“It was both of us,” Mr. Edwards explains politely. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really must use the restroom.”

With that, he gets up from the table. Jacob shoots me an agitated look and does his best to bring Reina back in the conversation, but I can tell she’s offended and as bored as I was before I, well, fell into her stepfather/lover’s lap.

In that moment, I get a brilliant idea and feel a need so brutal it propels me from my seat in a split second. Jacob looks at me worriedly, but I give him a flash of my pearly whites and flutter my lashes, to which I’ve expertly applies falsies. I know I look good – and it has its desired effect.

“I have to tinkle,” I say in my best bimbo voice, and he seems satisfied with my answer – either that, or my lash batting – so I turn on my heels and leave.

My mind is on something else, though, and so is the ache I feel between my legs.

I rush to the hallway that leads to the restroom, my eyes frantically searching for him. He’s been on my mind for the past few months. He’s been the object of my longing, my orgasms, my screams of pleasure when I masturbated. I want
more
now.

I spy with my little eye … Mr. Edwards, outside the restaurant, apparently having a smoke. My grin widens and I smooth down my dress, give my hair a flick and head outside.

The cold rushes into me as I step out of the restaurant, and I hug my hands around my body in a way that makes my breasts look larger. I should know, it’s a well practiced move. As I make my way to the pavement, Mr. Edwards turns his back on me, apparently not seeing I’ve appeared, and starts walking away. I rush behind him and notice he has his hand to his ear, apparently engrossed in a phone call.

“I don’t care,” he keeps saying, with some other pieces of information I just cannot overhear, despite sneaking up on him. “She won’t make trouble,” I finally hear him say, and by that point I’m too curious to keep stalling.

I tap his shoulder and he turns around abruptly, immediately dropping his phone down and disconnecting his call.

“Crystal,” he says politely, tucking his phone back in his pocket.

I look at him innocently, figuring this is how he likes it – he must, if he’s fucking his stepdaughter.

“Hello,” I say sweetly. “I’ve just come to check up on you. I saw you outside and thought something was wrong.” I do my signature lash batting technique. I should copyright that.

He returns a kind smile and points behind me. “Shall we take a little walk?” he suggest.

I find myself nodding eagerly, linking my hand through his as I follow him and we engage in nonsensical chit chat about the weather, the current politics situation and anything but what I’m interested in.

“So I definitely think we’ll be having some serious April showers,” he finishes his sentence and I nod politely. There’s a lull in our conversation and it is only then that I notice we are in an alley that is pretty much deserted. And definitely
not
a place where my Louboutined feet should be.

I’m about to complain about our surroundings, when Mr. Edwards – I realize I still don’t know his name – completely disarms me with a charming smile. “I do believe we’ve had enough weather talk, don’t you?” he asks, always the perfect gentleman.

My insides tingle with the possibility of knowing more about his relationship with Reina. I have a barrage of questions ready to fire at him, when he does something completely, utterly unexpected.

Mr. Edwards pushes me roughly against the wall and the bricks of the building dig into my skin. I don’t even have the time to gasp, as he expertly grasps my hands and holds them above my head, his other hand flicking aside the skirt of my dress while he gives me the most vicious look I’ve ever experienced.

“Now, you little liar,” he says with the very same polite voice he’s been using all evening, except now it’s dripping with irony and hatred. “What will I have to do to shut you up?”

I squirm and try to get away, but his grip is like iron. I will not be escaping this conversation, as much as I want to. I get to leave when
he
says I can leave. “I don’t know what you mean,” I yell out, feeling as frightened as I am turned on, a delicious quickening heartbeat promising to give me material for weeks of satisfying myself.

“Really?” he asks ironically and leans in closer so he’s almost touching my ear lobe. “You poor little girl,” he whispers softly and I beg, crave his touch. Anywhere, everywhere. I want him to fill me up and take me. Yet I’m so afraid my legs are buckling under me.

I stay silent.

He moves away with a devilish grin, still holding me right where he wants me. I feel my legs becoming slick with the excitement I’m feeling and I fear he’ll just leave me here when I want so much more.

“You’re not just a
voyeur
then,” he says softly. “You’re a cunning bitch, too?” I look at him with surprise. Even though I might have suspected he knew about me spying on them, I never thought he would be crazy enough to admit it.

“Oh, I know,” he says darkly and leans closer. “But I know some of your dirty little secrets too, cunt,” he whispers deliciously close to my lips and I writhe in agony.

In the next moment, he’s moved away and I almost fall to the floor when I’m free to move again. I rub my wrists, pained from his touch and look at him with shock as he laughs at me. I am desperate now.

“I’m going to tell!” I yell again. I come closer and whisper the next sentence viciously. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re
fucking your stepdaughter
.”

“Yes?” he says sweetly and grabs me by the neck. I gasp for air.

His hand is between my legs. I’m so wet the wind is raising goose bumps on the slick skin on the inside of my legs, and all I can think about is his cock, inside me. His fingers push the fabric aside roughly and he feels around for panties. I value the slight look of surprise on his face when he realizes I’m not wearing any, but it’s gone too soon to think more of it. In the next instant, his fingers are plunging deep inside me and I groan in pain and pleasure.

“Who are you going to tell?” he asks me softly, his fingers exploring me, prodding me, testing, pushing. I’m about to lose control, my mind spinning, my legs locking his hand in place, begging him to finish.

“Who?” he yells at me, so close his spit lands on my lower lip.

I quiver beneath his touch as I climax the way I never have before. “No one. I … I won’t tell anyone.”

My name means queen in Spanish. I would prefer princess. That’s what I’ve always been, a spoiled princess. You don’t believe me? Let me tell you a little story.

Ever since I was a child, I’ve gotten everything I wanted. Precious mommy got knocked up at 16 and ended up alone after the guy that pumped his seed into her disappeared into the unknown. We were better off, my mother assured herself. After all, was she not the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar fortune?

That might have been so, but like many parents, my grandparents were not thrilled about the prospect of their beautiful daughter being a single mother at 16. However, my ever so resourceful mother took matters into her own hands. She announced her pregnancy to the press, always showing a brave face. Her father was proud of her, so she was right back in the hereditary throne.

And then I was born.

A screaming, ugly, red haired brat that looked nothing like my blonde bombshell of a mother.

Apparently, I was selfish since the day I was born. I would shout and scream until I got my way, often resorting to manipulation to get what I wanted, even at an early age. At first it was toys and pretty, sparkly shoes, which soon turned into boys, and even sooner, into man.

I’ve always liked older men. That experience, you know … Well, you don’t, unless you’ve had one between your legs like I do right now. All thanks to using people, abusing my status and in turn, getting exactly what I want – just like I have always done.

Would I say I have changed?

As I examine the man below me, I think over this question in between bursts of pleasure. He’s ramming his cock into me and I’m moaning at all the right moments, even though my mind is elsewhere. But soon, it roams even further away, into very, very forbidden territory.

I’m thinking about another man. But as if that isn’t bad enough – since I’m fucking someone completely different – I’m also thinking about the man who was my stepfather for the past few years of my life.

My name is Reina Lopez-Edwards and I’m a very bad girl. I’ve come to terms with it, you see, the way I lie and cheat my way around the world, getting exactly what I want at every turn.

However, there is one person who could ruin all of it for me.

And she will be sitting across for me at a dinner table in a few minutes, innocently locking eyes with me as if she knows nothing.

But she knows it all. That’s why I have to get rid of her.

Which is why I’m screwing her boyfriend’s brains out at the minute.

When we return to the table, little Miss Liar and Rowan are already sitting down. I exchange a quick glance with my stepfather and he gives me a reassuring smile, to which I only respond with a pout. I know it’s supposed to make me feel better, but what bothers me is that he will probably refuse to talk about it even when we are alone.

“Had a nice walk?” I ask politely and give Liar, aka Crystal, the death stare. If she thinks she’s got anything on me, she’s got something else coming.

I’m surprised when she fails to meet my gaze, when all evening it seemed like she was digging for information. Instead, she clears her throat and doesn’t even question where me and her boyfriend have been for the past fifteen minutes, instead leaning closer to Jacob so he can give her a kiss on her cheek.

With a little bit of satisfaction I notice Jacob’s tie is crooked, which must’ve happened when I pulled him into the restrooms. We didn’t waste time; instead, he just unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper. Hey presto, I got a quick orgasm and by the end, he was already muttering his girlfriend’s name into my red mane.

Unfortunately, Crystal does not seem to notice that there’s anything amiss with his tie. As opposed to the first half of the evening, all she does is crease her forehead (a rather unattractive look for her, I might add) and stare intently at some soggy baby carrots on her plate.

I’m staring at her questioningly, when I feel Rowan’s hand on mine. I look up into his knowing eyes and I can’t stop the smile that appears on my face as soon as he’s in visible range.

“Are you ready, dear?” he asks softly, and it is only then that I notice both he and Jacob have gotten up, while Crystal and I remain seated. I guess dinner’s over, then.

I get up as gracefully as I can muster after three glasses of wine and a dull ache between my legs from Jacob’s ramming, refusing to meet his eye. He seems to be embarrassed as he doesn’t really look at me either. Instead, he shrugs the coat over his lying girlfriend and we say our polite goodbye, Crystal muttering something and blushing furiously.

I don’t know what’s happened to her, but at least her mouth is shut.

For now.