single dad: v.h

chapter four

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here? Are you following me?" Vinnie asked as he got out of his car.

"I want to talk."

"I don't. Get away from me, I don't want to catch your fleas." Vinnie spoke harshly.

"Don't be like that, I could always tell everyone that big secret of yours."

"Emily I swear on everything I love that if that comes out I will fucking ruin you. I know you have an outstanding warrant and I'm not afraid to report you." Vinnie was mere inches from her face now.

"You're so hot when you're mad." Emily whispered, running a finger down his cheek bone.

"Stop."

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How this happened he didn't know but all he knew was that it was his fault. Right back into the trap he went despite his mother's warning.

"Fuck Vinnie, harder." Emily moaned as he pounded into her.

At least he wore a condom this time. No more babies for him.

Within seconds he finished inside of the condom, breathing and moaning heavily.

"I didn't finish." Emily whined as he pulled out.

"Figure that our for yourself." Vinnie answered.

"C'mon Vinnie help me." Emily grabbed his arm, giving him the puppy eyes.

Even after all these years he couldn't say no to her. That was his problem in the past. Clearly. They had two kids together.

"What do you want me to do?" Vinnie sighed.

"Eat me out. Finger fuck me. I want you to make me cum." Emily pushed his face in between her legs.

It took him a minute but of course because he still had unresolved feelings for this bitch he did it. So here he was, licking her clit and finger fucking her like she had asked for. It wasn't long before she had squirt all over his face all the while screaming his name.

He pulled his face away, shame running through his body.

"Get out of my car." Vinnie muttered.

"Can I put my clothes on?" Emily asked as she pulled her pants back up.

"Now get out." Vinnie spoke, wiping his face with a random sweatshirt before throwing it in the trunk.

"Take me to a gas station."

"Why? Can't I live my life in piece? I already have your fucking std juice on my face." Vinnie whined.

"I need to clean myself up. I don't want a yeast infection." Emily deadpanned, crawling over him into the front seat.

"Fine." Vinnie huffed, starting his car and taking her to the nearest gas station.

He parked the car in a parking spot waiting for her to get out at any minute. She stared at him. She'd never admit it, but she admired him for staying for their kids. She really did love him.

"What are you staring at?" Vinnie asked.

"I love you." Emily answered.

"You wouldn't have left me if you loved me. Please get out of my car. I need to pick up my son." Vinnie said, never once did he look over.

"Our son?" Emily prompted, hoping he would say it.

"No Emily, my son. He will always be my son and never yours. You have 5 seconds to get out of my car or I'm calling the police about that warrant and that I have you." Vinnie answered.

Emily opened the door, taking one more glance at him before she closed the car door and went inside the building.

Vinnie sat there for a minute completely calm, but soon he was punching the shit out of his steering wheel. He liked Aaliyah. That's who he wanted, not Emily. He needed to talk to his mom. ASAP.