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I can do is thank you.   You came through for me.   And you know why, right?   Because you saw it too.   That girl was no kid!   You saw how quickly the DA dropped those
charges.   You saw how quickly he threw it
all out.   That’s because of you.    He saw right through that girl and her lies
just like you did.”
    “I was only doing my job,” Carly made
clear.   “I didn’t see through anybody.”
    “Yes, you did,” Ethan said with a
grin.   “You know you did.   Because you know what it’s like to have men
wanting you, and lusting after you.”   He
looked down her body.   “Don’t you?”
    Carly’s heart began to pound.
    “I was driving by this area,” Ethan
continued, “and decided to drop by and see you.   On the spur of the moment like.   You know why?   To thank you, yes.   But you know my real reason?”
    “I need you to leave.   I’m not interested in knowing your real
reason.”
    “My real reason for dropping by like
this is because I know you,” Ethan said, disregarding her request.   “I know a hoe when I see one.   And you’re one.   You may fool Trevor and all of those other
people in his office, but you don’t fool me.   It takes a hoe to know a hoe.   I
know you.”
    Carly’s discomfort level shot through
the roof.   She unfolded her arms.   “Leave my house at once,” she said.   “I’m not playing with you, Mr. Campbell!”
    “Mr. Campbell,” Ethan said with
another grin.   “I like that.   You love to play the role of Miss Prim and
Proper, don’t you?   But I know better.”
He placed his hand on her chin.   “You
like to fuck, don’t you?”
    She slapped his hand away.   “Okay, that’s it,” she said, reopening the
door.   “Get out and get out now!”
    But Ethan slammed the door back shut just
as forcefully as she had opened it.   “I’m
not ready to leave.   I’m not ready to get
out now.   How about that, Miss Proper?”
    “Then fine,” Carly said, heading for
her cell phone on her coffee table.   “We’ll let the police handle it.”
    But before Carly could turn again,
Ethan was upon her and violently knocked the phone out of her hand.   Then he knocked her down with even more
force.   “The police ain’t handling shit,
bitch!” he said.   And he said it with the
kind of anger and bitterness that the public never saw.   He said it with clenched teeth.   And all of the smiling and charm he had laid
on thick at that press conference, every ounce of it, was gone.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE

 
    They were in bed, and Jenay was on
top.   Charles still hadn’t told her how
she added to his stress because he was too busy sucking her breasts.   And it was never a quick-off with
Charles.   He feasted on her breasts.   His mouth did the sucking, his hand did the
squeezing and rubbing, and all Jenay could do was feed them to him as if they
were as good as food.   They were going to
be sore when he finished, she knew, but right now they could not possibly feel
any better.
    Charles loved sucking her
nipples.   He loved squeezing and fondling
her big, brown mounds.   He loved moving
from breast to breast until they were red from his abuse.   He didn’t want to stop.   He could suck her all night.   But when she began turning red, which meant
he was overdoing it, he knew he had to stop.
    But Jenay knew his idea of stopping
meant that he was stopping in that area of her body, and moving another
area.   That was why, when he moved her
onto her back, and slid down between her legs, she knew more mouth action was
coming.   And it came.   Charles began licking between her legs
vigorously.   He was craving her taste,
and her breasts only gave him a sample.   It was her pussy, it was the taste of her vaginal juices that wet her as
quickly as his mouth dried her, that he was after.   And he stayed after it for a long time.   Jenay was squeezing the sheets, and he was lifting
her thighs for greater