When the vampires came out of the grave, they ratted out all the other supernaturals. To include me, Sookie Stackhouse, who can be a telepath by trade. I have made a little money doing that.
Seriously though, I don’t think I count as a Supe but then, I don’t think I am a Wicca either. Gran tells me we are “Guardians of the Earth, Wicca,” whatever that means. Seriously, I am not one of those either. I wait tables and help Gran make soap. And I have been known to work for Eric Northman. But not anymore…
My Angel’s Kiss
The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.
I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.
This story is rated M.
It is May….summer. It is warmer temps in the South and we have gotten past spring kidding and all the baby goats were healthy and that is what matters.
I am a bar waitress so I can pay the bills, I am a witch when I want needful things. (In truth, Gran and I, I don’t think you would call us witches. We are just think on ourselves as guardians of the earth and will say a blessing if one is needed. I just call that being a good neighbor.)
But that needful things list is extensive. Rain once a week so there is water for the lawn. Keeping the crows off the roof. The mice out of the house. Roses that don’t get mites, no to bag worms (yes seriously), and for some reason the finches pick the petals from the roses and line their nests. (We need those petals for making soap!) Keeping the milk fresh past the expiration date.
Gran needs for her goats to be healthy, the lavender to grow big and strong, the rosemary to always stand guard and the pecan grove to produce, produce produce! See needful things.
I am known in my community and in the supernatural world as well. I am a telepath. I do telepath work occasionally for those who have money because our roof needs repair or if there is wood rot on the house. And of course, there are vet bills.
And because I live in the vampire Area Five, the Sheriff of Area Five handles those bookings and guarantees my safety if I agree to the job. So that is a great big yes to the question. I know Eric Northman, Bad-Ass Vampire, The Viking…the Big Stud with the Tight Ass. Have I known him in the Biblical sense…? If I did it was a long time ago and I ditched him along with those black boots that pinched my feet, rubbed my heels, were too tight in the toe box and made me miserable.
Do I still see him?
Because he is only awake at night and during those times I can be out visiting the local graveyard putting a spirit to rest, we may on occasion run into each other. We nod politely and because I am working, he moves on.
Is there something still there…like do I carry a torch? Maybe, maybe not. He is more than capable of pissing me off and I am short-tempered to start with. But he is funny and knows how to be casual and he also likes to get dressed up and will take you dancing. I like to go dancing. Actually, now that I think about that, I have not been in a while.
From time to time I scry for him….or just call his club, Fangtasia, and see where he is. If he is out for the night, I just might show up there and do some pole dancing. Pam, his child, she may not like me but she loves fucking with her maker and this is one of the best ways yet to make that happen. Miss Pam made the mistake of telling me one time after I had been there that he walked in the back door, sniffed, walked into the club, looked at the pole I had vacated earlier that evening and went back to his office and jerked off. Oh baby! That gave me all kinds of pleasure…maybe just maybe I did a little stress relief of my own!
Which brings me to tonight. This evening is the Post-Apocalypse fundraiser and all the supernaturals here in the great state of Louisiana are required to be in attendance. Gran and I are not supernaturals (well sorta…we are what I guess you could call Wica lite) but here I am, looking for my most practical pair of black shoes. I think that would be my tenny runners. Going through my closet, I spot them! And not my tennis shoes, but the most outrageous fuck me shoes I could find at the thrift store! Well why not…
Fucking vampire…Eric, who sits on the supernatural board and who owns the club will be there…just so he can show off his newest arm candy. She is some Hollywood starlet he met while he was in L.A. producing the movie Tarzan. Fucker…I don’t know who ended their undead life and put his in charge but I could have a few dozen words or so with them…all of them not very nice at all. Because after working all day and smelling of hamburger grease and beer, being home sounds like a good thing. Do I want to see him with Miss Yummy? No, not really.
Okay, maybe we broke up three months ago. Well, I guess we broke up. There were a couple of days I thought maybe we were a couple.
Wow…all things in retrospect.
I had been telepathing for money for a couple of years. He was always there in the background looking adorable and scary and making highly suggestive remarks to me.
I would tell him I was not that kind of girl and to back the fuck up! He would smile and bite his bottom lip and look at me wistfully. Do not get me wrong. I was flattered. And also inexperienced with the ways of the heart and body but that is on me. Strictly on me. He promised me nothing but a good time. And I thought that was all that I was in for…a good time. Well…maybe not.
So needless to say, Eric was my first. He was kind and gentle and thorough. As in very thorough…as in he could get me off with every orifice in my body filled and knew what to do when he got there. Damn…! And at the end of the evening, when I was virgin no longer, he gifted me with a ring. Set in garnets. He told me he gave one to every virgin he woke to womanhood. Geez, what a line…
But it was very effective at the time. And the ring…I laugh at myself now. I put meaning into that and it did not exist. The asshole knew that I was prime and he had been prepared. Complete with a ring. The garnets to represent the hymen blood he had licked off my legs. I believed him hook, line, and sinker. Just reel me in and fry me up and leave nothing but the bones for the vultures.
My weeks at Merlotte’s flitted by anticipating that one night a week I was with him! I was always working so I saw him on my night off. Or sometimes he would surprise me and show up outside Merlotte’s at closing time.
Then one Wednesday night I surprised him. Pam let me in the back and using Pam’s key I opened Eric ‘s door and there he was…on top of his desk in the sixty-nine position. His mouth was on the vein inside her leg and she was sucking him off. All I could think at time was he must really like it because he was moaning like it meant something to him.
“Pam, close the fucking door,” he said and then he looked up.
“Not Pam,” I replied, closed the door, locked it and turning there she stood. I gave her back the key and she gave me the best guidance of my life.
“You need to know,” was all she said.
I walked out the back door, got in my car and drove home.
Much credit to myself, I did not cry on the way home. Instead I thought about what she said. Yes, I needed to know. I needed to know that vampires cannot be trusted. That they are above the human condition. That they are even at times above the law. That they are indeed just looking for a good time and not to pin your heart or your dreams on them. That you are human and they are vampire. Two somethings so unlike that you can get lost inside your head if you think about it too long.
Yes, looking back, I had a b.i.g schoolgirl crush, complete with a going steady ring. And maybe I once thought what it would be like to be Mrs. Eric Northman. My gawd, was I really that young and that naïve and I can admit it, childish?
Yes. But you know what. Your world can turn on a dime.
Yes…funny how you can grow up over night. This is me, not laughing.
Fangtasia was packed with Wicca and Weres and everything in between.
“Sookie,” Gran called her over with a wave of the hand. “Please, I would like to introduce you to the new Longtooth Packmaster.”
“Hey, Alcide,” she held out her hand and Sookie was somewhat surprised when he hugged her instead. “Congratualtions and sorry to hear about your Dad.”
“Thanks,” he said with a nod of his head. “Dad is in a better place. The cancer was not kind there at the end. It is good to see you,” he smiled at her. “So, which one of the Wicca closed the Hell Mouth this time?”
“Really, the Wicca did that?” Sookie took a step back and looked up at him. “I heard that was some special ops group out of Dublin.”
“Really?” he looked dubious.
“Seriously, that is what I heard.”
“Yes,” Gran nodded. “No locals did that. I think the real reason we are here is to meet the new warlock. He wants to bring all of the Supes under one roof so we can do things like that as well.”
“Oh, Gran,” Sookie moaned. “Really? I worked today. Two shifts! I could be home with my feet up instead I am here and am going to have to stand because I see no chairs and listen to this guy’s bullshit?”
“Sookie, such language, dear,” Gran shook her head at her. “Have a beer.”
“Have a beer? This cheap assed stuff that Fangtasia serves up? No. And just how much did we pay to have to be in attendance tonight?”
“Fifty dollars,” Gran said.
“Is that for both or for one?” When there was no answer forthcoming Sookie closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she opened them she promised herself she was not going to tear up. “Gran, that is a hundred dollars I could have used that money to get two new tires. We drove your truck here because I need two new tires.”
“I know dear,” she sighed, “but this was not an invitation.”
“That’s right,” Alcide nodded. “Or my happy ass would be sitting somewhere having a good beer and a rare steak.”
“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath. “Fucking politics…”
“After Daryl speaks, we’ll go,” sGran patted her on the shoulder.
“Who is Daryl?” Sookie asked.
“The warlock, dear. The one that wants us all to work together.”
“All of us work together,” she hooted. “Gran, I am not staying. I am going to start walking toward Bon Temps. After this bullshit is over, somewhere along the way, you will see me walking beside the road. If you would be so kind as to pull over and pick me up, I would appreciate it. Or if Daryl is more important to you, just drive on by and eventually I’ll be home.”
“But Eric Northman is going to introduce him,” her voice was low and meaningful. “If the vampire sees you, maybe he could toss a little more work your way. He pays well.”
“Gran, he gets 85 percent of the asking fee; Pam gets a cut; I get whatever is left over. Maybe. If Northman needs a telepath, he knows how to contact me. Good night Gran, I love you.
Alcide,” she said bowing her head and headed for the door. “Damn,” she mumbled, as she felt the blister rising on her big toe. “I should have worn my tenny runners.”
“Sookie,” Gran caught up with her. “At least wait in the truck.”
“Keys,” Sookie said holding out her hand.
“I’ll be right out as soon as he speaks,” Gran handed her the keys and kissed her on the cheek.
“I’ll be there,” she kissed her back and headed out.
Getting in the truck Sookie put on a coat and stretched out. “I would love to have a pillow,” she sighed. Leaning her head against the window, she dozed off. She was dreaming. And in this dream she was talking to someone. Someone she did not know. During this conversation, she heard a sound she thought she recognized. It was…was…oh yes, the rumble of a Corvette. “Don’t care,” she told herself as she tried to settle back in and resume the conversation.
The rumble got louder and then it was right outside her door. Raising her head, there he sat. The top down and he still looked fucking perfect. “Fuck this shit,” she said out loud as she relaxed her mind and willed her body into submission.
The engine purred to a stop and then someone was rapping at her window. Well just who the fuck could that be? Perhaps Satan himself!
Raising her head again, Eric grinned at her and making a cranking motion with his hand, the window began to roll down.
“A very good evening to you Miss Stackhouse,” he smirked. “Why are you not inside drinking and cheering with the masses?”
“Go away,” she replied as she began to crank up the window.
“No can do,” he smiled and with his will pushed the window back down. “I own this place.”
“Then you go inside and drink and cheer with the masses,” her voice, even. No way in hell was he going to get a rise out of her!
“Are you not overjoyed that a warlock, one of your supernatural own,” he said, pointing a finger at her, “wants us all to work together so that we also might close a Hell Mouth?”
“I don’t know what your game is,” she said. “But since when do you let witches into your club? Pamela must have staked herself by now or has screamed her head off. And this bullshit about working together. Vampires work with no one. Not even other vampires. I have no idea what you have put in that horse piss you call beer, but I am not drinking it. Nor do I wish to socialize with anyone who is partaking. Because this is Fangtasia. Owned by the Sheriff of Area Five. And these folks are not here on a whim or a lark but because Eric Northman wants something from you.”
“Why Miss Stackhouse,” his smile got bigger. “You are so astute.”
“No kidding,” she said as she rolled the window back up.
“And verbal,” he added being charming. “I applaud you on not dropping the g’s from your words. I must say, I do miss the charming accent.”
“Eat shit and die,” she replied and gave him the finger.
Walking over to the driver’s door, he opened it and got in. Picking up her feet he started to massage them.
“Do not,” she moved them. “And you need to get out. I am resting.”
Eric put her feet up in his lap. “I have a job for you.”
“I have one for you also. Meet the sun.”
“Oh come now. Sookie, may I call you Sookie,” he asked sweetly.
“No,” she shoved her feet away.
“Why so testy, lover?” he asked.
“You really are lower than Were shit,” she said, still no rise in her voice. She was proud of herself. And good job! Not dropping any g’s! See, she could do this!
“I have my moments,” he replied. “Warm and steamy ones,” he grinned. “I am just showing a little compassion.”
“What? You need new tires for the Vette?”
Eric laughed out loud. “I was just looking to purchase a new one. With this job that I am going to offer you, you could do that for me.”
“Well that is true. I have worked for you for the past five years. I have made fifty thousand dollars. That averages to ten thousand a year. And you what, a mil?”
“Actually, it was more,” his grin got bigger. “Pam does the paper work and you know from personal experience how she lies.”
“You two make the perfect team. Mr. all I care about is me and Miss all I care about is me. No, whatever it is, no.”
“I just thought you would need the money,” he replied in an off-handed way. “I mean, Adele has what, two more months at the most?”
“What?” Sookie sat up.
“I am wired into the grid. There are several discussing with her how she is feeling and how much she will be missed. They would like to have her Wake while she is still alive to enjoy it.”
“What?” Sookie’s voice cracked. “What? You lying, manipulating piece of shit. How dare you! Get out! Get your fucking ass out now! I revoke your invitation!”
The truck door opened and Eric was pulled out backwards. “I though you knew,” was all he said then he walked off.
“Thought I knew,” she was crying. “Well yes, I would know. Gran would tell me…” she was crying as she got out of the truck and headed back to the club.
There stood the witch, Gloria. They had paid earlier to get in. That righteous bitch had even made a big pretense to check her guest list. Sookie was in no mood to be fucked with!
“Well guess what, I will kick your ass if you get in my way.”
Gloria could see her coming and started to preen. She righted herself and before Sookie even got to the podium the bitch said:
“This is an invitation only event,” she smiled nastily. “And I…”
“Get the fuck out of my way!” Sookie hissed as she pushed her aside and in full fury, made her way inside.
Even in her sorrow, Sookie noticed things had changed. They were all now wearing robes. The crowd was hushed and gathered toward the front. There on the stage, that had to be Daryl in what had to be the most outlandish outfit she had ever seen. Looked like someone had glued broken mirror bits all over his robe. Like she gave a fuck.
Standing next to him was Gran and he was running his hands over her nude body and that she did give a fuck about! A great big one!
“Adele Stackhouse!” she bellowed. “Just what the fuck? Where are your clothes? He is feeling you up! Right here in front of God and everybody! And when were you going to tell me you were dying of cancer? And just what type is it? And have you been seeing this charlatan for treatments? Is that why there is no money and you are not cured? And just where the fuck are your clothes?”
“I am just…” he began.
And staring back at Sookie from under a hood was what she though was just pure evil and sloth and laziness. You could tell when someone was lazy. They gave off that vibe. And she had seen lazy. Her brother was a prime example. “Blood of Jesus cover me,” she said under her breath, “because here I go,” as she pushed her way to the front.
“Just what?” Sookie asked. “Explain it to me?
And put this on,” she took off the coat and tossed it to Adele.
“Well,” Pam smiled when Eric came in and sat down in her office. “Looks like the moment of truth. Perhaps we shall all understand just what the fuck tonight is all about.”
“Sookie, may I call you Sookie?” Daryl asked.
“Fuck no!” she yelled at him.
“Miss Stackhouse,” he smiled and began again.
“This is a wonderful age we are living in. A time of miracles and rebirth. A time of wonder and great expectations! The time for truth and the foundation of a new dynasty.”
“Oh fuck,” she shook her head. “Is this another messiah story? Is there going to be a star in the West this time? Aliens landing, claiming to be wise men, looking for a daughter to take back to the land of fucked up shit that they can impregnate?”
The room became oddly quiet.
“No,” she shook her head. “No, no, no…”
“Yes,” Gran happily replied. “Sookie, this is the time of the awakening! The prophecies have foretold a miracle child. An unnatural mating of flesh. Daryl has seen the signs and explained them to us. One of us could give birth to this miracle child. It could be anyone of us who is past child-bearing age! But of course the baby would not be a female,” Gran shook her head in dismay. “The miracle child is a male. No female could possibly be the vessel for that type of power and majesty. Darly has said so.”
Sookie stood there, not believing what she heard. “What a sweet deal you have for yourself,” she snarled at him.
“And just how much does this cost?” she asked her attention back on Adele. “For him to come over and fuck you, how much?”
“Sookie,” Gran looked appalled. “This is one last opportunity…”
“How much?” she asked.
Adele’s face took on that I am your gran, look.
“To fucking bad,” Sookie thought. “Apparently I am the adult, tonight.”
“There is no set rate,” Gran’s voice said with a bit of hesitation. “Just whatever we feel we can give.”
“So you are paying this man whore to have sex with you,” Sookie shook her head in disbelief. “You know Gran, he is just a lazy, good for nothing gigolo. He can romp and play and call it a spiritual awakening in your nether regions and then he goes home with what he came for. Money. And what, after he fucked you up on stage, was he going to pass around the hat? Put in whatever they can afford for the thrill of watching?”
“Now Sookie,” she looked confused. “It is not like that at all. He is truly a gift…and we all want to receive and conceive.”
“All?” she looked out into the crowd. “All of you get a taste of his dick? Oh fucking hell!” she hissed. “So you think you could get pregnant so that means he is not wearing a condom. Have you heard of STD’s. Sexually transmitted shit! Some for which there is no cure!”
Her focus was back on the stage. “Gran, what are you doing? We are guardians of the earth. We pray for peace and understanding and put souls to rest when they want to wander.”
“Who cares about that small, piddling nothingness?” she replied. “I want my life to count for something, Sookie. I want to give birth to a miracle child.”
“Gran,” Sookie reached up and took her hand, “you always told me each child is a miracle.”
“Well yes,” she nodded, “but not messiah worthy.”
“I don’t understand this Gran,” she could feel the tears forming, “but I love you.”
“Oh Sookie dear heart,” she smiled at her, “I love you also…”
Pam looked over at Eric. “I have heard plenty of women scream oh gawd when they are with you, but I have not yet heard one call you God.”
“What?” Eric looked shocked. “You think I am not messiah worthy?”
“My maker, I think you are many things,” she said with a straight face. “But mostly bullshit.”
“It’s a gift,” he wiggled both eyebrows at her.
“Sookie made a good point earlier,” Eric said. “In essence she wanted to know with what we had spiked the Kool-Aid, so to speak.”
Pam raised an eyebrow. “They brought in their own kegs,” she replied.
“Yes, so it does make you wonder, just what did they put in the beer so they could get to the orgy?”
“I’ll get a glass and have it tested,” she said getting up.
There was a ruckus out on the floor that drew both of them back to the monitor.
“Looks like Adele is getting her Wake, tonight. I don’t hear a heart-beat and her pupils are fixed and dilated,” Pam said as she watched them doing CPR.
“They are calling 911,” Eric nodded in agreement. “Good. They can do the explaining.”
Eric could hear Sookie sobbing and calling, “Gran, Gran, please…”
“Pam, she’ll need a ride home after all this is done. She has the keys.”
“Will do,” she smiled as she settled back and watched the mayhem.
All the attention was on Adele. The Wicca community had provided for the needs tonight of those Supernaturals that were in attendance. Eric did not know the barkeep and was betting he did not know him. He walked up to the bar and asked for a new glass of beer. “Take that one,” he said motioning to the one sitting there as he watched what was going on.
“I need another,” Eric said as he caught his eyes.
“Can do,” he said as his attention was pulled from the floor and back to the task at hand.
Eric then walked them back to his office. Taking out his testing kit, he began running his own experiments.
“Getting ready to be a dawn-on-the-horizon event,” Pam said when she came in and sat down.
Looking up, he arched an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, I got Sookie home. Got her in the house. Got her tucked into bed. Held her hand, told her Gran really was dead and when she woke up, she was going to have a shit load of shit to deal with.”
“Your bedside manner is superb,” Eric said as he watched a vile turn blue.
“Anyone follow you there?” he asked.
“As in the newest packmaster in Shreveport?” she arched an eyebrow right back.
“No,” she shook her head. “And I stayed. He did not even bother to drive out and wake he up so he could fuck her until she went back to sleep.”
“Was there the possibility of that?” he asked.
“No,” she responded, “but it is what I would do. What have you found?”
“Home cooked meth. It was spelled with something. Once it hits the air, five minutes later it is gone. Not one trace. I suspect Adele had enough it triggered the heart attack.”
“So the coroner will not find anything?”
“Not one thing,” Eric replied. “Cancer and a heart attack. They will say this is what killed her.”
“Do you want me to warn Sookie?” she asked.
“About what?” Eric replied. “Not to drink the Kool-Aid. I think she already knows that. Now, I have kept my date for the evening waiting long enough. Pamela, if you would be so kind to send her this way. She is waiting for me in your office.”
It was just a quick fuck and suck against the wall. No frills, no chills, no extra added attractions and she was out the door. “Frankly old sport, this is becoming tiresome,” he said as he picked the bottle of tequila up off his desk and shook it until the tornado appeared inside.
Sookie. She was that tornado. For five years he had watched her. For five years he had wanted her. For her twenty-seventh birthday, he had taken her out flying and she was entranced. The next night he took her dancing. She had wrapped herself around him like she meant it. When she did not object to seeing the Shreveport skyline from his penthouse balcony, they had spent the night there making out. His hands everywhere feeling and massaging over her clothes, his teeth gently biting her nipples through her top while she felt him up through his slacks, her tongue licking his neck.
That had been hot and extremely satisfying for him. His virgin had moaned and bucked the entire time.
Taking her home, he had kissed her at the door, told her to call him on her next day off, and let her think on that.
The next time he saw her, they had danced out on the balcony, slow, sweet, and at times extremely nasty. When she was groaning and grinding into him, he had carried her inside.
“Do you want me?” he had asked.
“Yes,” she had nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He had spent hours between her legs, tonguing her before he finally slipped inside. Just like any virgin he deflowered, he gave her a ring and explained its significance. Bloodstones to represent the life-giving elixir she had gifted to him. Set in a band of gold trimmed in platinum. From time-to-time, those virgins still sought him out, married or no. That ring got them in the door and past Pamela. They would re-enact the night he took them. When they would leave, they would kiss him, thank him and go back to their lives.
Sookie had gotten off early one night and had wanted to do it on his desk. And so they did, from ten until five. That had been one to remember! She was volatile. Like dynamite in-waiting to explode! She let you know what she was thinking. And when it came to sex, she had no problem screaming his name and telling him what she liked best and how often to do it!
Then one night she had thought to surprise him and well…surprise, surprise, surprise…
Pam had warned him that he was getting to serious about her. That he needed to back off of the Stackhouse glory train. And so he did. He was sure Pam was still chuckling with delight from letting Sookie into his office with him straining to get off while he fed. Well, he was a vampire and vampire’s had to eat and not get attached.
Pam said something out in the hall and it pulled him out of his past. His child saw his meal out to the parking lot. Eric heard the blood whore’s car leave and then the Vette.
Listening to the quiet in the club, it was time to go to work.
The Wicca had brought their own kegs and glasses and had cleaned up after themselves. That had been part of the contract. Eric was not paying to unsoil their party and they had agreed. So it was all gone, glasses, kegs, and any evidence that still might be floating around. “They must have shit themselves in joy when they found that out. Opened up all kinds of doors for them.”
He locked the doors to the club and then rubbing his hands together, he went in search of any mischief they might have left behind.
“Magic is drawn to magic,” he said. “And my magic trumps your weak shit any day of the week.” Walking around the club he checked the main areas. Clean. No one tonight had time to do any serious damage. This after all had been a meet and greet…with drugs in the beer to get everyone on board. Then Sookie came back in and exploded all over the room and then Adele died. They could have maybe predicted Adele dying, but no matter how good you were at seeing the future, no one saw Sookie coming back in. You could not foresee where a tornado was going to land. It just did not do to piss her off!
His hands glowed once he was in the women’s bathroom. Someone had left a bottle of perfume. Someone else a lipstick. Innocent enough but his hands could feel the power flowing out of them. Spitting on both, he watched them sizzle and melt to nothingness. Taking the bottle of bleach out of the closet, he poured it into all the toilets and flushed and did the same to the urinals and the sinks. “Residual magic,” he said as he listened to the pipes belch and gasp and shriek in pain.
Pamela had taken the Vette. He would shelter here as he went to the cleaning closet and placing his hand on the wall, an opening appeared. When he stepped through, the door closed and he was vamp speed to his home downtown. Taking an elevator shaft up to the penthouse, he stood behind the treated glass and saw a glow on the horizon. Going into the living room, he placed his hand on the wall next to the fireplace. It opened and he went inside to his day rest.
When he lay down, Sookie in the truck in the parking lot came flashing back to him. He had only seen her at a distance for the past three months. Up close, she smelled of another man. There was a hit of adrenalin to his body and he felt his fangs snick down. Not that he did not date other women, because he did. He was a good-looking man and the ladies loved being squired about by him and shown a good time.
And he lived off blood whores. He was after all, vampire. “I am the best she has ever had. I know she is comparing him to me every time he touches her,” he chuckled as he closed his eyes. “I could still be fucking her on my desk if she would just accept the circumstances of my life. But I guess not.
Bitch,” rumbled through his head as he thought about another man touching her. “Not dropping your g’s,” he snorted. “Like the white trash you are seeing could appreciate that.”