The Divorcee's Redemption

10: Decisions

"We're only gettin' older, baby
And I've been thinkin' about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?"

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Dressed in my blue suit, I headed downstairs. Kelly's face fell as soon as she saw me, "I thought you were having dinner here?"

"I am" I pulled out the chair, "I have to take a file from my office after this"

"Ah!" She grinned.

I scrolled through my phone while eating till she cleared her throat for the umpteenth time. "What?" I looked up finally.

"Ta-da!"

She took off her apron, revealing the red lingerie that she was wearing underneath. I wouldn't lie, Kelly had a great plump body. Large breasts, ass, and thighs. Even though she was coated with fat everywhere. The five packets of chips that she ate per day were the root cause of it.

I stared back at my phone because it was getting distracting as Chelsea had worn similar clothes when I first met her in the club. The flirty smile, drinks, scent, and most importantly, the blood stain she left on my sheets.

I remembered everything.

Especially our life during the freeze.

She stuck around for so long. Loving me, Lucy, and our newfound truce that only included mind-blowing fucking. She stuck around even though I had barely anything to offer her.

"Come on Mr.Xander, we both know what we want"

I felt Kelly's hands on my shoulder and they moved down pressing themselves into my chest.

"Fuck, for someone as old as yourself, you're too hot. I can only imagine how big-"

I grabbed her hand, twisted it, and spun her around so that her butt was towards me. Kelly kept groaning in pain.

It wasn't a bad deal actually.

Fucking someone would probably end my sexual frustrations. Moreover, I'd be able to punish this brat to my heart's content.

But...

My years of chastity couldn't be wasted on a whore like her.

She'd be broken and bruised beyond repair. Literally.

Only Chelsea had ever taken me so wholly, surrendering every inch of herself, completely leaving her in my care.

That was what I wanted.

Not someone as young as my rainbow cupcake.

"It hurts... Stop, please...!"

I let the girl go as she turned around and rubbed her wrists, "You're into BDSM like I predicted" She muttered. Chelsea was the very person who taught me what that term meant. She knew a lot of fancy things when it came to sex.

"I'm leaving" I rose from the chair and buttoned up my coat.

"What's your deal?"

Kelly grabbed my hand with a frown and raised it to her breasts. I wasn't squeezing her plastic shit.

"I bet I know your kink" She smirked and let my hand fall as she pressed herself toward my chest.

"You're so bossy, aren't you, daddy? Do you want to spank me?"

I stared at her for a while.

Rage was something I knew but not to this extent.

Every syllable that rolled off her vicious tongue disgusted me beyond words.