LATCH Read Free

me away again. But I stand my ground, not backing down to him like I have so many other times.
    “You haven’t been home in almost a month. I don’t know where you’ve been, or what you’re doing. What did you expect me to do?”
    “Not fuck someone else!”
    “It’s no different than what you do, except I’ve only slept with one person. And you…how many roadies have you slept with?”
    “Abby, fucking some guy in my bed is not okay under any circumstances. I can smell his cum on your breath, you fucking slut!” He turns away from me and slams his drink, then holds onto the back of his neck with his hands.
    “You act like you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s unbelievable, Darrell, how you think that everyone owes you the goddamn world.” I take in a deep breath, “Well, guess what? I don’t owe you shit! I can pack a bag and leave all this wonderful you speak of.” He shakes his head and slams his fist through the glass of a kitchen cabinet door. I jump back, frightened. He turns towards me with venom in his eyes, yelling, “I should’ve put your fuckin’ face through that cabinet.”
    “Fuck you, Darrell. If you think this is so wonderful, then you’ve lost your mind. I’m not going to cower down to you like I always have. This isn’t even a goddamn marriage anymore,” I scream.
    “Oh, yes, it is, you’re still my wife, and it’s going to fucking stay that way, whether you like it or not,” he threatens me, controlling me like he always has.
    “So what? You’re going to force me to make this work? We haven’t slept in the same bed for close to a year, so it should not come as a surprise that I went down the same road you have. I learned from the best!”
    He’s slow to say anything and I know I have him. Cheating on him with Latch was wrong, but we are both wrong – he gives me no attention, he’s completely checked out on our marriage and me. All he cares about is drinking and his glamorous lifestyle, partying up and being this huge celebrity everyone gawks after. A life I never dreamt he would want to have. Looking at Darrell, pouring another drink, with his hand all bloody, I can’t believe that this is the man he has turned into.

Waking up on my couch, my cock is rock hard. My mind is on Abby and it has my dick standing straight up.
    Fuck, what has happened to me?
    I run my hands over my face, knowing inside that I never should’ve crossed the line with her. I knew she was married, but it didn’t matter to me. Not this time. Not at all. I saw the ring on her finger, but the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to have her and not just once. Even if I was hiding it all behind the bullshit of her being my “client.” And for a while, it was bullshit I believed. But I should’ve said no…had I done so, I wouldn’t be here. This pain is something that I don’t know how to handle. I don’t want to feel at all, it’s unnecessary.
    Reading the text again that she sent me last night hurts like hell. No, I’m not okay, Latch. My world has been flipped upside down. Now, I have to figure out how to help Abby through this, when I’m not even sure how to help myself.
    I rest my head back on the arm of the couch and close my eyes. My cock is throbbing so hard that it hurts. Giving in, I reach into my pants and grip my dick tightly in my fist, thinking only about her, about her perfect body and how much I love to play with it. As I begin to stroke myself, I close my eyes remembering all the times we’ve shared. God, I love how she’d always look into my eyes as our bodies blended together and became one. I enjoyed every second I was with her. Being with Abby has always been so intense. She evokes all sorts of different feelings inside me, she makes me want to be a better person. No matter what is ahead for us, this isn’t the end…it can’t be. Taking my shirt with my left hand, I hold it close to the tip of my dick and get ready for my release. I tease myself a little making it