His Breaking Point

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Delila could still feel her lips tingle from that kiss as they both turned around to see Alex and Trey standing there. Alex was almost shaking with anger, his eyes dark as the night.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, dad? Get your hands off her!

She's my age for fucks sake.... and you know I like her!"

Once the first shock had worn off, she finally realized that Alex was bleeding all over the floor.

"First aid kit?" She looked at Will and he took one from the cabinet under the sink. Delila wanted to approach Alex but he was seething.

"Stay the fuck away from me! Is this some kind of sick game to you? First you get me all hot and bothered, then you turn to my best friend, and now even my dad? If you needed to get laid that desperately, you could have just let me fuck you against that wall the first night we met!"

"Boy, watch your tone..." She heard Will growl behind her, he too was getting angrier by the second.

"Alex, please.... just let me take a look at your hand... " But her pleas went unheard.

"Tell me, dad, how does it feel to know that I have had her before you? That I know how soft her skin feels, how amazing those tits were in my hand..."

"Alex, man, calm down... " Trey tried to intervene. He wanted to reach out but Alex just swatted his hand away.

"Don't tell me to calm down... in fact, why don't we call Sam over. I mean, he's the only one so far who hadn't had a go at her. Yeah, he's married, but surely a little adultery doesn't bother someone with the morals of an alley cat..."

With a few strides Delila was over and standing right in front of Alex. Without even thinking she slapped him hard across the face.

She didn't know who was more shocked, her or him. She brought up her hand to cover her mouth, tears threatening to spill over... what had she done?

Alex looked at Delila, still breathing hard. Then he lowered his eyes.

"I am sorry...." He seemed deflated.

"Me too." Delila managed to reply.

"Alex... I.... really, I am sorry.... would you let me take care of your hand?"

Looking down at his hand, he seemed to realize only now that he had hurt himself. Somewhat defeated he straightened himself up and nodded his head.

Delila looked back at Will: "Bathroom?"

Will pointed to a door leading from the living room to a hallway: "First door to the left."

She softly touched Alex's arm: "Come on then..."

And he silently followed her all the way to the small bathroom down the hall.

....

Alex held his still bleeding hand over the basin. It didn't hurt at all. If anything, he was feeling completely numb. Delila turned on the water and started to clean the cuts.

"You got lucky... no splinters or fragments of glass, just clean cuts."

Yeah, how very lucky.... In silence she disinfected everything and covered it up.

"Thank you..." he said as he held her hand with his uninjured one.

"Delila, I am sorry for talking about you the way I did.... but the sight of you being in his arms.... let's just say it caught me by surprise. And it wasn't a pleasant one."

"I know, and I am sorry too.... I didn't mean for things to happen like that."

"Did he.... did he force himself on you?"