Sex dealer 2

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"Blake!" I yell as I walk into the house, slamming the door shut behind me.

"I have to go." I hear someone whisper. But I hear them anyway.

I take quick steps forward to find Blake standing there with the landline in his hand.

"Five million dollars, Blake. Plus the other thousands you withdrew. What the fuck did you need so much money for?" I demand, dropping my keys and phone on the clean kitchen counter.

"your wallet got stolen! I fucked up, didn't I honey?." He says a panicked voice.

I cringe as the word 'honey' leaves his mouth.

The fuck are we, fourty?

"How did it get stolen?" I question him further, ignoring his 'I fucked up' . No shit.

"I was just getting out of the car and some dude snatched it out of my hand and ran off." He answers me, scared of my reaction.

I sigh loudly and shut my eyes, massaging my temples slowly in hopes to make the headache forming leave.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks me in a quiet voice.

"No, no it's fine. I would cancel the cards but they've all already been used."

"All of them?" Blake asks me with wide eyes.

"Yeah."

"Shit."

"You know what, I'm gonna go take a nap. I can't deal with this right now, Blake." I announce and start walking away.

"No you're not, talk to me." He grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"What do you want me to say, Blake?" I snap.

"Ever since you didn't come home that night, you've been acting so fucking shady, you think you're so slick don't you? You're fucking not! What's going on? I want answers! Did you cheat on me?" I start pouring my emotions out and I regret them immediately as I see the hurt that flashes on his face with each word I say.

"Is that what you think? Do you not trust me? You really think I would do that to you?" He whispers the last question, his voice breaking.

I want to say no, and that I'm sorry.

I want to just hug him and wish we had a normal life and didn't constantly have to look behind us and make sure that jack or someone working under him didn't fucking come back from satans asshole to fuck us over again.

But I don't, because my ego gets to me.

So I say the stupidest thing I could've said.

"Yes I do! With the way you've been acting lately, yes!" I yell before I pull my arm out of his grip and push past him, walking upstairs with a heavy heart.

...

I wake up at 2am in the upstairs guest bedroom for no apparent reason.

My throats feels dry as a desert so I tiredly push myself out of bed and walk out of the room with my eyes half shut, only opening the door slightly so it doesn't creak.

Blake's probably asleep, I don't want to wake him.

I use my phones flashlight to guide my way through the dark.

As I'm making my way downstairs, I pass the master bedroom where Blake and I sleep and hear Blake talking in a hushed voice through the slightly open door.

"She's asleep, it's fine..."

"...no, I got it all, as far as I know."

"It's been taken care of, he's not an issue."

"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't be doing all this if I wasn't."

I lean closer to the door to hear a bit louder but that's when my phone slips from hands and falls onto the tiles.

Fuck!

I pick it up and run back to the guest room as quickly as I can without making noises.

I jump into bed and pull the cover over my body and head as well and pretend to sleep.

Seconds later, I hear the door to the room creak open and I hear a sigh of relief before the door is quietly shut again.

I sit up in bed with my heart thundering away in my chest.

"She's asleep, it's fine..."

Who was he talking to?

"It's been taken care of, he's not an issue."

Who's not an issue?

"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't be doing all this if I wasn't."

Doing what?

What is Blake hiding from me?