A New Perspective

Chapter Twenty Three - I Do What I Want

- Johns pov -

    "How about another round for me and my buddies!" I slurred as I held up my empty whiskey glass, out of the corner of my eye I could see Bill shaking his head but Brad was cheering while holding his glass up too. After the fight with my family I decided to call up the guys from the office and grab a few drinks, a few turned into a few too many and now I could barely stand up straight. I didn't care though, that was a welcomed feeling after the stunt my own flesh and blood pulled on me.  "You ungrateful brat!" I muttered to myself, just as the bartender placed another whiskey in front of me.  "I sure hope you're not talking about me, sweetie."  Glancing up from my drink to meet gorgeous brown doe eyes and lips so plush that could make a mans knees weak with desire. "No, ma'am! I'm just all in my head." I was proud that I wasn't slurring in front of this goddess. "Brooke." She said reaching her dainty manicured hand out, I placed mine in hers and brought it up to my lips kissing her knuckles gently. "Brooke, it's definitely a pleasure to meet you. I'm John Carlile." Her smile grew bigger as she started batting her long lashes at me, once we let go she placed her hand on my upper arm giving it a squeeze. "Mmm... I love a man who takes care of his body, I love them even more when they're in a suit." She finished off by tugging on my neck tie, instantly my eyes were drawn to her lips as her sweet tongue swept across them.

She stayed right by my side for the rest of the night, all of us taking shot after shot getting straight up sloppy wasted. Throughout the night Bill would make comments to me about my wife worrying when I'd be home but luckily
Brooke never heard any, he was starting to piss me off by being a buzz kill. Nearing one in the morning I had started taking body shots off Brooke's perfectly toned stomach, the hard on in my pants was getting harder to hide and painful by the minute. "Mmm, baby!" She wrapped her arms around my neck giggling, leaning down I nuzzled her neck while sliding my hands down to her perfectly firm ass. "Do you wanna take this party back to my place?" Her voice was sultry as she let out a soft moan leaning her head back further for my benefit. "God, yes." I whispered against her soft skin, I could hear someone clearing their throat so we pulled away grinning. "John, how about I give you a ride home?" Bill said raising his eyebrows giving me a stern look then glancing at Brooke disgusted. "Nope! I'm not going home! I'll see you at the office, whenever." Wrapping my arm around Brooke's shoulder I led us out of the bar and to my truck, fuck that judgmental asshole! I knew I shouldn't have been driving but I didn't care, there was a lot of things that I've done and will do tonight that I shouldn't. Fuck all of them ungrateful and judgmental assholes, I'm John fucking Carlile and I don't give a fuck anymore; I'm going to do what I want and when I want.

With that thought still on my mind we stumbled onto her porch, both of us laughing a little to loud for the time of night. Once she got the door open she pulled me in by my neck tie, immediately her lips crashed upon mine. Her taste was a bit bitter from all the alcohol but it was still intoxicating, we had managed to strip ourselves from our clothes as we made our way to her bedroom. As soon as I stepped into the room a strong familiar cologne scent filled the air, my mind was hazy but I know I knew that smell. "Come here, baby." Brooke moaned out pulling on my hand bringing me down on the bed with her, the scent was even stronger on the bed making my head even fuzzier. "I promise, this will be a night you remember for the rest of your life." She said as she lowered herself down onto me, her moans filled the room like she was begging the neighbors to hear her. Even though all I could think about is how hot she is and how good she feels, something wasn't feeling right the way she behaved.

Waking up the next morning my head was throbbing and the sun was blinding me, getting up I pulled the curtains closed and quickly found my briefs. "Morning, baby. I made fresh coffee." The goddess from my dreams last night was standing right here in front of me, her long brown hair and her perfectly brown doe eyes, those pink plush lips standing naked right in front of me. "I'd love a cup and some aspirin." She smiled taking me by my hand, as we stepped out of the bedroom I started looking around. She led me to the kitchen and told me to sit down, after taking some headache medicine and a cup of coffee she sat down in front of me with a serious look on her face; by this point she had went and put some clothes on. "So, John... Last night was nice." She started off, not saying anything I nodded. "But I just want to you know to that I know all about your daughter and wife." The blood drained from my face and my stomach instantly turned inside out. "Okay...." She gave me a smug smile leaning back in her chair. "I knew who you were the moment I walked into that bar. I had a plan and I set it in motion, you know all about that kinda thing, don't you?" The knot in my throat prevented me from saying anything. "I have pictures and even a video of last night. Now you are probably wondering why I took those, I'll tell you why. You're daughter took my fiancée, you found out and had him shipped off to Alabama." Holy shit, she was going to black mail me. "Now if you don't want your precious wife to find out, you best find a new project to start on because you're done here." My mouth was dry, I couldn't say anything. For the first time in my life I have seriously fucked up and now I can't control it, what the hell am I gonna do?

I have never been as nervous and unsure of myself before today, I was sitting at the diner down the road from our house waiting on Kate to show up. "John." She said as she walked up to the table, the guilt was eating away at me and all I wanted to do was beg her for her forgiveness. "Katie, you came." She slid in the seat across from me, not saying a word; I hoped she was only upset about our fight at the house last night. "I think we need a fresh start." I said letting out a defeated sigh, I could hear her scuff sounding just like Sutton. "Of course you do, let me guess! You have another job lined up somewhere else?" Her attitude was aggravating me, I wasn't in the mood to fight with her. "Yes, actually I do. I do think it will be beneficial for our family to have a fresh start. We have been fighting and I don't like it." I stated as she rolled her eyes, the guilt was now gone. "No, John. We've been standing up for ourselves and you don't like it, we aren't fighting. God! Do you ever think of anyone else besides yourself?! You have a daughter who is about to graduate, she has friends and a boyfriend that actually cared about her!
She was so happy, John. So happy and you ruined that for her, Brendon was the perfect gentleman for her, you even said so yourself! But you just can't stand that someone is living their life without you telling them how to. I'm sorry, John but we're not moving again. I told you when we came here that I'm not leaving this house again, my father left me this house and I'm going to make it my home permanently, with or without you." Her hard glare shocked me to the core, she has never once threatened to leave me. It felt like my whole world was falling apart and there was not a damn thing I could do to stop it. The way it was looking for me right now is that it seems I'm going to lose my family no matter what I choose, where did I go so wrong?!