Behind Closed Doors

8 - Bitter Pills Finally Get Swallowed

My dick was only mildly on its way to being flaccid when I entered the brightly lit living room in the damn middle of the night.

It was practically witching hours at this point and nobody should be awake.

But there was Connor, leaning down at the center table with a glass of what I can only assume was hard liquor in hand.

Without saying a word I simply walked over and swiped the drink from his hand before he could down it.

"Can a man not drink away his troubles in peace?"

"Yes," I snarkily reply.

Corner shot me a quick glare and I met him back with a defiant squint of my own eyes.

"I'll be damned if I let that woman turn you into a raging alcoholic as well."

"That woman is my wife."

"That woman is the town whore!!" I venomously whisper back. Because unlike Claire, I wasn't willing to let Allison hear what I had to say.

Connor violently pushes himself up off his chair and bulldozed towards me in a blind rage.

I stood my ground and didn't flinch.

On the outside, anyway.

On the inside I was screaming bloody murder.

"Don't you DARE ever say that again about-"

I cut him off by pointing towards one of the windows.

He looked through it, confused, till I hit the lights and bathed the room in darkness, then he could see.

Claire being pressed against the side of a car by another man, she noticed the lights being turned off and slightly pulled away before being pulled into the car completely and then them driving off.

Connor's whole entire being stood still.

"You didn't know she'd gotten THAT bold, did you?" I softly whisper.

His silence spoke volumes.

"Allison did."

Connor unfroze himself and whipped around to look at me as if I'd just committed a vile occultic sin.

Looking back at Allison's room, I grab Connor's hand and drag him into HIS room, and close the door behind us.

A courtesy that I'm sure Claire never even thought to consider.

I suddenly then turn around and shove Connor onto his bed, one that I know he'd slept alone in for the past few years.

"I never expected such a dilf like you to be such a cuckold." I spat out.

"Excuse me!?" Connor was speechless.

"You heard me! Why ELSE would you basically stand by a woman who drags your family's honour through the mud on a nightly basis? If it's not for some weird kinky sexual gratification, then I'm stumped for other answers."

"You would not understand-"

Connor tries to brush me off.

"TRY me." I challenge.

"She was there for me and Allison when no one else was!!" He exploded.

It wasn't even a yell, it was a cry for help.

Shit. Now I feel bad.

I sighed and walk up to him. He sat on his bed as he grabs fist fulls of his hair and held tight.

"I-I'm sorry....I shouldn't have pushed you-" My words get swiftly cut off by the action I feel him do next.

As soon as I got close enough he grabbed onto my waist and hugged me for dear life.