Off Limits ( READ THE NEW VERSION OUT!!! )

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 |07|

                   ( ten minutes later.)

"Anyone want a drink?" I filled the empty glass to the rim with coconut rum and placed a small blue umbrella in the glass before walking over to Lucas.

"Want a drink?" I blinked down at him innocently and stretched my hand out with the glass in my hand.

He glares down at the drink before stiffly shaking his head. "No. Where. Is. My. Father." He said stiffly, stopping at each word.

"Getting dressed." I glanced down and pulled at the shirt I was wearing. "Do you like my shirt?" I spinned around and saw the harsh glare directed on the shirt I was wearing.

"Does it look familiar?" A dark sinister grin forms on the corner of my mouth.

From the look in his eyes, this shirt definitely looked familiar to him. After all, it was the shirt he bought for Zade on his 42nd birthday last year.

I had known wearing the material he bought his father after fucking him would get a rise out of him. But I hadn't expected it to feel so satisfying.

The results never seem to disappoint.

"Real fucking funny Eleanor." He says in a flat, irritated tone.

"First you act like a little slut and spread your legs open to the first person willing to show you the slightest bit of attention. Which happens to be my father because we both know he's been a depressing fucking mess who needs fixing after my mom ran away to be with her new lover."

He chuckles dryly and runs his fingers through his hair. My hands shake at the side of my body but he continues.

"And here you are playing as a housewife, serving and offering drinks while wearing the shit I bought him. How fucking ironic of you Eleanor."

My face heats with anger and he laughs.

I didn't stop myself, I raised the glass of coconut rum and poured it all over Lucas. He jumps up from the couch soaked in vodka and glares at me.

"Would you like a towel for that mess?" I cooed, falling into the housewife role he claimed I was playing.

I handled a lot of shit in my life. I've let people step and talk down on me. But for some reason, when it came to Zade I could never bite my tongue.

"Let's make one thing clear." I walk over to the counter and pour another glass of coconut rum. "I'm not a slut. Never have been and never will be." Besides for Zade but that wasn't the point at the moment.

"Second. Watch your mouth when it comes to him." I warned Lucas and pinned him with a harsh glare from across the room, hoping he got the message from the spilled liquid dripping off his head.

"Not because I fucked him or anything like that but because he's a good person. And yes, I spreaded my legs opened and allowed your father to fuck me, frankly it was the best fuck I've ever had." I smirked proudly.

"The clothes you bought him? Really lucas? Your father doesn't even wear this brand because he hates it. But he likes it on me. Infact, we almost fucked again until we both realized your annoying ass was waiting outside the bedroom with this heartbroken look on your face. How fucking dare try to come in here trying to judge me after you slept with Juliet. And then had the nerve to bring up that vile woman."

Lucas didn't say anything after that. From the serious look on my face he pressed his lips together and went to get a towel.

I rolled my eyes at him. The audacity of men sometimes.

It's wrong the moment we open our legs for someone else. But when they do it we're supposed to suck it up and kiss the ground they walk on.

I think the fuck not.

I didn't allow myself to sulk or feel bad for the choices I made. Frankly, I didn't feel bad for making them. There were zero traces of guilt.

The only thing I did feel was the light stinging sensation in between my legs from riding Zade's cock.

I walked over to the other couch and sat down with the glass in my hands.

I glanced over at the bedroom door. The dimmed light flickered off before the door opened. Zade walks out the room with messy hair and a chest filled with bright red scratch marks.

I blushed, remembering my finger nails dig into his chest while I was on top of him.

He walks over and takes the glass from my hand. "I think you had enough." Which was true, my body was still buzzing with slight traces of alcohol from earlier.

"Did you hear any of that?" I ask the same time Lucas walks back into the living room with a towel on his head.

Zade turns his head and stares weirdly at the towel on top of Lucas' head.

"I did."

Zade takes a seat next to me and I crawl into his lap and wrap my hands around his neck while resting my head against his chest.

Lucas sees this and scoffs.

"Why are you here?" Zade asks lucas bluntly.

I decided to stay quiet and let the men do the talking. After a while of yelling it gets tired and exhausting.

"Don't mind me." I yawned and Zade chuckled.

"I heard everything from the both of you on the phone."  Lucas says and we all sit there in silence. I glanced over and see Lucas watching us with an raised eyebrow as if we were supposed to admit we fucked.

He walked in on us. I didn't know what more confirmation he needed.

"How long has this been going on?" Oh? That's what he was worried about? If I had been sleeping with his father this entire time.

"How long have you been fucking Juliet?" I turned the tables on him and flipped over in Zade's lap. His arms wrap around my waist.

"A-" he runs his fingers through his hair. "It doesn't fucking matter that wasn't the question."

"You know at first I felt bad for having these thoughts about your father. But after seeing you and Juliet together I realized the thoughts weren't so bad."

"So what? You guys are together?" He grips the arm of the couch.

Me and Zade both looked at each other. "We're going to see where it goes." I answered for the both of us and Zade agreed.

"Just like that?"

I frowned, "just like that."

"Why?"

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"You know what they say about revenge." I leaned forwards and pressed my lips against Zade's. "It's best served cold."

He scoffs and stands up. "Playing house like you're going to get married to him and shit."

I nodded and turned towards him. "At least we both know who would be the better mommy."

He glares down at us and walks out the front door.