Before he even entered the house, he could already smell the scent of freshly baked goods lingering in the air. A grin spread across his face as he dropped his bag and watched his little wife appear in the hallway wearing nothing but the frilly apron he’d gotten her a day ago. As soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, demanding a heavy kiss from her plump lips. “You smell amazin’”, he grumbled while he kissed her neck and groped her ass. His grin widened as he looked her in the eye. “Brownies smell good too.”
He leaned down a bit, just enough to pick her up and lift her into his arms, carrying her into the kitchen with him, where a plate full of steaming brownies was waiting on the counter. He passed them right by, despite their delicious smell, and headed for the kitchen table instead where he swiped aside all the clutter and laid her down on her back. Before she had a chance to say anything, he kissed her again, hovering over her as she lay atop the kitchen table. “I missed you so fuckin’ much”, he growled against her lips, stealing her breath with a rowdy kiss while his hands slid underneath the front of her apron and boldly groped at her chest.
“She ain’t my girlfriend for a good reason.”
“Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! You don’t know shit! Stupid bitch, talk about my wife that way I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”
Matt let out a groggy grunt as he rolled over and opened his eyes. The lines of irritation in his face softened a bit when he saw his sleepy wife. She didn’t have to explain who ‘they’ were. Ever since they got together, it seemed the whole goddamn world had been doing nothing but trying to keep her from him. First Jean, then Heather and her father, then that clown Scott. They all had something in common though - none of them ever succeeded in keeping them apart, no matter how hard they tried. He yawned, stretching out his arm and allowing her to rest her head on his broad shoulder as she curled up against him. “I’d like ta see ‘em try, princesa”, he grinned. “No one’s takin’ my girl.”
“She really didn’t like me dating anybody, but…I gotta feelin’ she mighta liked my Celia.”
“I can hear you don’t know shit about Jade. You think that girl wants to be treated like a fuckin’ queen by some sorry piece a’ shit? Nah, she wants a guy who can put her in her place, where she belongs. I can do that for her. That’s why she keeps comin’ back for more, she can’t help it. You ain’t takin’ shit from me. But just so we’re clear…” He stepped closer to his opponent, taking a knife out of his pocket and holding it up to the man’s ribcage. “…you so much as breathe in the girl’s direction and I’ll flay you alive.”
“A woman?” Matt repeated in genuine confusion, an unamused frown appearing on his forehead as he assumed the person was messing with him. But then it hit him. “Mallory?” He laughed out loud for a moment at that notion. Mallory was Celia’s friend, sure, but she was no lover. That girl had too many problems of her own to take on someone as needy as Celia. He didn’t believe them when they said that she’d talked Celia into staying with her either. There was no way. He knew Celia. She was still waiting for him at the house, probably trying her best not to bother him with too many text messages. “That’s good shit”, he replied mockingly.
“If she runs…I will catch her.”
“I ain’t pickin’ a prostitute over my own damn son. Just ‘cause he kisses her ass don’t mean I’m going to. She’s a lowlife whore, that’s all there is to it. Sooner Jack figures that out, the better. I’m just doin’ what any good father would do and leading by example.”
“Who told you about this? Was this Heather’s idea?” He should’ve known. His wife was always getting in his way, especially when it came to the handmaids. She acted the same way with the last one, behaving like a jealous hussy when she should be grateful the girl was willing to carry their unborn child. “Shit…”, he grumbled a curse as he got up from behind his desk and passed by the Martha who had informed him of his wife’s betrayal. He stormed out of the room to go find Heather, who no doubt thought she’d pulled one over on her husband. Sneaky bitch. Again and again, she made it clear that she needed a reminder of who was really in charge in this house. This time however, he wasn’t gonna let her off easy.
“Listen ta me you fucker, that bitch isn’t gonna run my life anymore. She better not be fuckin’ pregnant, ‘cause ain’t no way that kid is gonna be mine.”
It had been years since he’d seen Scott. The money he took from that guy wasn’t even that much, just a small 10 grand - nothing for a guy as wealthy as him. But it seemed the guy still held a grudge. Why he chose to target Celia, who had nothing to do with the debt, Matt didn’t know. But now he had a lead. Scott Ashworth was a wealthy socialite, he shouldn’t be hard to find. “I’m gonna find that shifty-eyed fuck and make him regret it.”
“Bring him to me. I just wanna talk.”