Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

LINCLN

I am beyond speechless right now, driving home. My mind can’t seem to comprehend that She had the nerve to show up at my office like she is of any significance to me. The fucking gall of that woman. No doubt Mom put her up to this, and I will deal with her later. My mind keeps going over the last few things she said to me, which really has me seething.

“Seriously, Lincoln, there is no way you can marry her. I mean, she doesn’t have our status, but more than that, she is not one of us.” She states this plainly as if it were obvious.

“And what the fuck does that mean Karen?” Humoring her seems like the best way to make this conversation end now.

“Do I really have to say it?” She begins moving from foot to foot, no doubt thinking about how she has put her foot in her mouth because now she will have to admit something out loud she and my mother have been trying ‘not to say.’ I simply quirk my eyebrow, letting her know she was going to have to commit to it since she started it. “Fine. She’s different than us. She doesn’t fit the…aesthetic of our group of people.” Yeah, I thought I could sit through this and let her chew off her hands, but this filth hurts my gut.

“What group of people would that be Karen? Bigoted hypocrites who think their pocket books make them GOD? Or would that be snooty stuck-up bitches who can’t have an orgasm without breaking that Botox shot?” Her gasp gives me great satisfaction, especially when she follows it up by clutching her pearls.

“Well I…you didn’t have to..”

“Yes, the fuck I did.” I move closer to her so she can see the deadliness in my eyes. “November is a thousand of one of you. She is smarter, kinder, more worthy and not to mention that gets me harder than any of you stuck-up bitches have ever made me. She will make the perfect wife and mother, not because she fits some portrait but because she is perfect for me. So, walk your fake ass out of my office, and while you’re at it, let my mother know she had her chance. It’s done. She is no longer invited to the wedding, and neither is anyone else.”

I was so fucking pissed by that conversation that all I wanted to do was leave and come home to my woman. Not to mention, she is making my favorite…pot roast. So I did. Walking in the door, I expect to smell food, but instead, she sits at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey baby,” I say, putting down my stuff and looking at her face. “I thought it was a pot roast night.” I chuckle, trying to lighten the tension I am feeling right now.

“Yeah, well, I'm so sorry I don’t have dinner waiting for the high society husband like a high society wife should.” The hair on the back of my neck stands up to her tone of voice because something has to have happened, and as usual, I am out of the loop.

“November, what has happened?” She drops her spoon into her bowl and looks at me like I stole something from her.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I should call Karen and find out how I am supposed to.” I move around the counter quickly, my “Oh hell no,” meter rising quickly.

“Sounds like you have something to say to me.” We are nose to nose right now, and I am trying to tell my unruly cock to ignore the sweet scent of her pussy right now because we have more important matters to handle.

“No. I think I’ll take my cue from you and say nothing...yet AGAIN!” she screams in my face, shocking me for a moment before all the blood rushes to my head. Before I can stop myself, my hand is around her throat. I squeeze and look into her face while her eyes begin to glaze over, not stopping when she sucks in a breath, but instead, before I know it, she is spun and bent over the counter. Somewhere far off, I can hear her shouting and screeching nonsense, but all I hear is waves in my ear.

My hand moves on and off her ass, each slap harder and harder. I don’t bother with words because she knows what the fuck she did to deserve this. I can feel the heat under her ass from my punishment. “Lincoln, please.” her cry breaks through my anger haze. “I’m sorry. I just..” Everything begins to clear, and when it seems normal, I look around with no clue how long she has been crying.

Slowly, I let her up and wipe her swollen face. “Now do you want to cut the bullshit and tell me what is going on?” Picking her up, I move to our bedroom with her hiccupping, leaky face buried in my shirt. I can feel it being soaked with her tears and snot, I am sure, but the heaviness of her tears tells me she is crying more about the emotion of whatever is twirling around in that gorgeous head of hers than from the spanking she received. She has gotten plenty of punishing spankings from me, but she has never acted like this. “November, I’m waiting.” She looks so sad it makes my heart hurt.

“I came to your office earlier. I wanted to surprise you. When I got to the hallway, I heard Karen's voice. I heard what she was saying to you, and I heard you say nothing back.” Once again my heart stops, realizing she thinks so little of me.

“Well, then, I guess you didn’t stay long enough for me to tell her to kiss our ass. But that aside,” I stand from the bed, put her down on it, and walk to the other side of the room. My emotions are too raw right now. “I am starting to think we may be rushing into this.” The words taste like acid on my tongue, but how many times can the woman I love with all of my heart doubt my loyalty to her before I should start taking it like she doesn’t want this?

“What? Are you serious?” Nodding my head, I lean against the wall.

“As much as I hate to say it, yes. I don’t know what else to do, November. I don’t know what else I can say to show you, prove to you that I am behind you one hundred percent. I have your back. Your wants and needs come before anyone else. But I can only say that and show you so much before I am done, baby. I have done nothing to earn your distrust, but I keep getting it.”

Her face shows disbelief at the words coming out of my mouth. I’m unsure what she is thinking until she launches into my arms. “I’m sorry. I know you love me, Lincoln. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you. I’m sorry.” She’s kissing me all over my face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her legs wrap around my waist, and suddenly, we are both moaning and rocking against one another.

“Looks to me like you're itching for something else right now, huh baby?” Her wet pussy is soaking my jeans, making my cock pissed that he is still being restrained by denim.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry. I want to marry you, Lincoln. You are my forever,” she whines into my mouth before sinking her teeth into my neck.

“Fucking brat,” I growl. Yeah, she’s about to get what she wants right now. Then, I am going to get what I want. A life with her and no doubt.