Chapter 3 3

Viola.

After the shower, I found the dressing room. Then I thought, No, I'll go down in the bathrobe. He's expecting me for lunch-I'll go in the bathroom one.

The maid tried to stop me, of course, but I looked down at the floor. It was tough on her, but I said, It doesn't matter. I have to do this. There need to be casualties to get what I want.

I went down the stairs in the robe. Everyone stared. Suddenly, I heard him yelling, "All the staff-eyes on the floor! Eyes on the floor!" I wasn't naked, but the robe was short, and coming down the stairs from above, nothing was showing-I was wearing underwear underneath. I went to the dining area for lunch.

He said to me, "Were you raised on the streets by thugs or what?"

"Why?" I asked coolly.

He replied, "Does a respectable girl come down in a bathrobe?"

"I'm not respectable," I shot back. "If you don't like it, kick me out. If you don't like it, divorce Mom."

Mom said, "No, and I don't mind. Why would I? Even if you were completely naked, it'd be fine-you're a kid."

He kept calling me a "kid" to push my buttons. "Fine," I said. At the table, Mom was sitting, and he was in the big chair-like a king. He owned the place; you could really feel like he was royalty.

Suddenly, he pulled Mom onto his lap. I stared at them, shocked. "What are you doing? Are you gonna sleep together in front of me? Have sex right here?"

Mom's face turned red. "Not in front of the girl," she said.

"You say she's grown up-well, she needs to know you're my wife, and we're on our honeymoon. We can do anything, anytime. But I'm not doing anything with you-I just want to feed you."

Of course, I was fuming from all the anger and tension. It was so provocative.

I buried my face in the food and just ate, even though some of it I didn't like. I was so annoyed and pissed that I started complaining. "This food sucks!" I threw it aside, spilling the soup on the floor. I knew I was being super rude to the staff and chefs, but I had to do it to make him uncomfortable.

He said coolly to them, "Replace it for her. Get her another plate. Is something bothering you?"

He was ice-cold, no emotions, no heart. He just drank his. Of course, I'd done it on purpose from underneath the table. What could I say? He thought I was still a little girl.

She was older than his mom.

I was hurting Mom with my words, even though I didn't mean to-it just came out. "How old are you, anyway? You know Mom's about 40."

He replied coolly; "I'm 32? What do you want?"

"Yeah," I said to him, "what do you even like about her?"

When I saw Mom starting to cry, tears falling, I shut up. Shit, I didn't mean... He must have some reason to marry someone older than him.

He hit the table hard with his big hands. "Enough! You're hurting your mom, not me."

I found myself quiet. I got up. "I'm done eating. I'm going to my room to rest before the party." But as I passed by them, I saw his hand playing with her chest. Under my breath, I muttered, This horny bastard-does he really want to sleep with her? Even on the dining table?

As I walked away slowly, I saw him clear everything off the table, lay Mom down on it. Sitting between her legs, and he start licking her from under her legs-licking her with his tongue. She was enjoying it so much. I found myself running up the stairs as fast as I could.

Was he licking her pussy! How shameless!