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  “You are a prostitute.”

  He leaned into her ear.

  “And you are a whore. Guess we are even.”

  Holland turned to him and stared into his eyes.

  “Takes one to know one.”

  He laughed and started to walk out of the bathroom. He stopped and handed the man sitting on the chair $100 dollar bill and he smiled at the money and placed it into his pocket. Then he turned back to Holland.

  “Just do your job better than you suck dick.”

  The man on the chair laughed under his breath and Holland glanced at him and then turned back to the mirror. She threw her lip gloss into her bag and then huffed out of the bathroom like the spoiled bitch that she is.

  Chapter Four

  Seed of Evil

  I sat at the table and stared at the menu as Holland finally arrived. She wanted to go home and change and honestly I did not blame her one bit. We had fucked a few times and then she started which was disgusting anyway. I looked up at her as she walked towards me a bit slowly and then she grinned and picked up the pace until she sat down slowly. I eyed her and leaned up.

  “You okay?”

  “Cramps…they fucking suck.”

  She adjusted on her chair, not from cramps but from the proper assfucking she had received from Ryan just a half hour prior to meeting me.

  “So…I was thinking tropical.”

  “I don’t do fruit that often. Birds shit themselves constantly from eating like vegetarians.”

  I laughed and tapped her hand.

  “I meant vacation. Tropical, someplace warm and sunny with a view of the ocean…not like here.”

  “Oh.” She smiled at me. “Sure, tropical would be great! I mean it is chilly here and it sucks right now. I want to wear less with my heels.”

  “Less is more,” I said as I looked back at the menu and grazed the selection. I am not huge on eating but I usually have a huge appetite after I fuck, which I have to assume is normal. Well, when I fuck well. Not when it is mediocre fucking. We all know what that shit is. It is when you come and it just isn’t that intense and you immediately want the asshole to leave. I have been there a few times and it sucks ass. It feels like I wasted my time. No one is getting any fucking younger here.

  “Water, lemon…salad. Egg, whites only, turkey…vinaigrette.”

  I smiled and looked up at the waiter. “Same, but add an espresso.”

  He left us and Holland watched his ass and I laughed at her.

  “Never ending with you.”

  “What? I could fuck everyday all day. In fact, I had to be Roman in my past life. Had too. I would assume you were too.”

  I smiled and leaned back in my chair.

  “I don’t necessarily believe in past lives Holland, seems a bit far-fetched to me.”

  She leaned up and placed her hand on her chin and then took it away as I thought I saw a light bruise just beneath the surface of her chin. I narrowed my eyes and then she continued on.

  “My psychic medium told me I have been royalty many times. She has not mentioned Rome yet but I am sure of it. I dream of gold often and cows, or bulls…whatever the fuck you call them.”

  “Bull,” I said as I smiled at her. She looked around the room and then back to me.

  “You should come and talk to her, she is really good. She could probably tell you some stuff about yourself that you never knew.”

  I shook my head and then stared at the waiter as he returned with our waters and some freshly made bread.

  “I find that a waste of time and money but I know it amuses you.”

  She leaned up and took a bite of salad and then stopped chewing when she looked behind me. I could not help but look and there he was, Ryan Blackwood…again. I am starting to feel like seeing a psychic and finding out why the fuck he is suddenly all around me would be a great thing. I turned back and stared at my salad as it was placed before me. I tried to pick up my fork but I continued to think about him and a flash of his mouth consumed me for a second.

  “Beth.”

  I then opened my eyes and glanced up to see him next to the table staring at me.

  “Again,” I said as I picked up my fork and stabbed my salad. Holland smiled at me as she chewed and then swallowed. She looked at Ryan and grinned.

  “Ryan, why are you here?” she said which was odd.

  He looked at her and nodded as he pulled a chair up and joined us. Sitting on it backwards.

  “Dry cleaning,” he said and she shoved some more lettuce into her mouth.

  “Don’t you have people to do that sort of thing for you.”

  “I got shit on my pants, Holland.”

  She started to choke and he smiled as he stepped up behind her and gave her a quick Heimlich. She spit out some egg into her bowl and then coughed a few times, taking in some air. She watched him return to his chair as if nothing had happened.

  “You know how it is when you love a piece of clothing, don’t you? I mean if you stepped in shit with your shoes say…” he looked down under the table and she pulled them back as if he would steal them. “You would be irritated.”

  “Shit?” I asked him and he looked at me and grinned, showing off his white teeth.

  “Not literally, I am not sure what it was but the drycleaner should be able to remove it like most trash.”

  Holland stood up and touched her stomach.

  He looked at her and reached out, taking her hand.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded and looked at me quickly. I watched her closely as she looked pale.

  “I think I may be sick,” she said as she hurried away from the table leaving me there with him, all alone and not wanting to be. I then looked over to see him watching me.

  “Thank you,” I said and he picked up Holland’s drink and took a swig of it. I watched his tongue flick into the glass and steal the lemon. He pulled the whole thing into his mouth and chewed as I grimaced a bit. He then swallowed and continued to watch me.

  “For what?”

  “Saving her from choking.”

  “Oh, sure,” he said as he reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube and placed it to his bottom lip, lingering a moment before he took it and started to chew. I blinked, realizing I was being way too attentive to his actions, much more so than I should be. He then touched my hand and had my fork before I knew it. I watched him stab my lettuce and then place it to his mouth but he stopped. He turned it to me and I opened my mouth up right until I heard my Father’s voice and turned to see him standing there with Miko. Fucking bitch. I swear she wore my Mother’s clothing or purposely bought things to appear so. She played with her pearls slowly as he eyed me and Ryan at the table. Then they joined us and I sighed, as I knew the games would now fucking begin.

  My Father snapped his fingers and waiters appeared like locusts, grabbing everything and walking towards a larger table in the back, their table…not mine, that of him and his young whore wife who had slipped into my house as I was moved out. So convenient and utterly sickening to have happened so quickly after Mother was placed in a box and tucked away like some old toy on a shelf. Now my mother was fucking crazy and a pain in the ass most days but her end should have been something a bit less lonely and her burial full of a bit more respect in my opinion. I will never forgive him for doing what he did to her all of those years. She had been faithful and he had not been, simple as that. He flaunted his infidelity in her face and she accepted it out of lack of self-worth and her inability to be on her own. It was pathetic but she was my mother and the only companion I had in the house that seemed relatively real. I mean the nannies came and went as my father fucked them and paid for abortions, seems to be the trend with him. Ironic he wants a male heir but probably killed 10 along the way. Asshole.

  I sat at the table and watched him pull a chair out for Miko and she sat down glancing at me. I took a breath and then looked to see Ryan placing his hands on the chair behind me. He pulled it out as I stood up
and we walked to the table together as he placed a hand on the small of my back. The look on my father’s face of disgust made me happy so I let Ryan do it to spite him. Ryan pulled a chair out for me and I smiled at him and then sat down across from my Father and Ryan took a seat next to me. Then Father did what he does best and turned his attention to being a cocksucker, the master of all cocksuckers.

  “How is your mother, Ryan?” he asked and Ryan smiled and leaned back, understanding exactly what he had stepped into.

  “Good,” he said as he then glanced at Miko. She grinned at him and played with her pearls.

  “Still spending time on her knees?” My Father added as Ryan opened his mouth and I took his hand in mine and it confused him as he looked at me. I shook my head slightly and he closed his mouth.

  Father grinned as his drink arrived. A cocktail of bourbon of course and he took a small sip and waited for Ryan to spar with him.

  “Mother has not had to work for some time now,” Ryan said. My father reached down under the table and Miko adjusted slightly as I knew he was fucking with her. It disgusted me, as it always had. He has no morality and unfortunately I fear I am just as bad as he is with his fucked up genetic code festering in my cunt. The only redeeming quality about me may be my mother. I can only hope.

  “Oh, that is right. You seem to be very talented with your tongue.”

  Ryan smiled and looked at Miko as her trembling hand tried to drink from her glass. She placed the drink down and stood up quickly as my Father’s hand rose and then fell away. Of course Ryan knew as I had that he had been fingering her under the table and although I should have walked away, my Father is good for one thing and one thing only. Holding the power with the money I receive from him so I tolerate his bullshit to remain free of worry. I mean one stroke of his pen and I would have nothing.

  “What brings you out before the sun goes down Father?” I asked him and he looked at me and placed his drink to his lips and shot the rest of it.

  “I am not a vampire, although that is the trend these days correct? Those vampire books and movies? Drivel,” he said and I laughed at the thought of it.

  “I tend to read dramas,” I said and he looked me over.

  “Of course you do baby girl. You have an affinity to it not unlike your mother.” Then he looked to Ryan. “Know this going in.” He added as he winked and Ryan smiled, glancing at me.

  “No one is going into anything,” I said and my Father laughed as Miko returned looking less flush. Holland was at her side and ran to my Father, kissing him on the cheek and I looked down and then noticed Ryan was still holding my hand. I pulled it away from him and he leaned back as Holland took a seat next to him. I watched Miko sit down all ladylike, which is a fucking joke. She then pulled out a cigarette and lit it, not bothering to notice there was no smoking here but she doesn’t fucking care. My Father snapped at the waiter and he returned as he watched Miko blow smoke into rings out in front of her.

  “I am sorry, we have a no smoke…”

  My father pulled out a $500 dollar bill and threw it at him and he shut up and picked it up from the floor.

  “Round of drinks,” my father said and I shook my head ‘no’.

  “Not this early, I will have…”

  “She will drink as we all are.” He added and I took a breath and tried to remain calm.

  He then placed his hand on Miko’s face and pulled her to him as his tongue met with hers and I closed my eyes and looked down. Ryan watched them and then looked towards me. I sighed and tried to slow my breathing.

  “We have news,” Father said as he leaned back and Miko smiled at him and looked at me.

  “Investing in human trafficking?” I said under my breath and Ryan laughed under his breath as my Father narrowed his eyes and then grinned at me. The waiter returned and we all suddenly had a drink before us. Father raised his and then kissed Miko’s hand.

  “An heir to the throne will be born,” he said as he held his glass up and I felt my stomach drop. I looked at Miko who was grinning and looking at him like a proud mother. I reached towards my glass with a shaking hand as my father drank and slammed his glass down, waving for another. I tried to pick mine up but it fell over as Ryan took my hand in his and then looked to my father.

  “Congratulations on your happy news,” he said and Holland took a drink and then started to clap as my Father watched me as if he was feeding on my misery.

  Chapter Five

  Revenge Fucking

  I grabbed at his hair and I swear I pulled out a handful as he bit into my shoulder and I screamed. He broke through my skin with his teeth and I did not fucking care, not one bit. All I cared about was getting his dick as deep into my pussy as possible and saying fuck you to my father as I knew he hated Ryan. I knew he hated Ryan as much as he hated me for being born a girl. Fucking Ryan was in its own way the best revenge fucking I could manage to pull off even though Father had not given me the pleasure of telling me to break it off with him. I knew, Ryan knew it, and Father knew I was doing it to piss him off as much as I could.

  I placed my foot up on the sink and Ryan shoved 5 fingers into my pussy and jerked them upward as I hissed and he moaned at my lips. I pulled his head back and bit him on the neck like some fucking vampire, trying my best to break his skin but I had not succeeded in that yet so I reached over and tried to grab a razor as he continued to finger my pussy like he hated it and me. The rougher the better, the more bruises left behind the better. His aggression was no less than my own. I fucked him out of hate, a hate that had built up in me over a lifetime so I had a ton to give and Ryan loved it as much as I did. He then lifted me up, slamming me back and my head hit the mirror and broke it, it splintered out into a perfect circle and shards fell behind me and off to the side. I grabbed one in my hand, gripping it to hard and allowing it to cut into the palm of my hand as he placed the tip of his cock to my ass. When he fucks, he fucks like an animal and I had never had anyone as sadistic as I was so it was always a game as to who could hurt more, fuck deeper, leave more scars. I am a competitive person by nature so I always wanted to win but the chess game was the most exciting part of it. The moving of the pieces, going further and further until we could stare each other down knowing one more move would place us in checkmate. I then lifted the piece of mirror and cut him across his chest as he cried out and shoved his large cock up into my ass and I screamed as the pain ripped through me. He grabbed my hand and cut himself with it as he fucked me harder and harder and then he jerked the mirror from my hand and tossed it across the room as he pulled my ass towards him with blood on his fingers.

  “Fucking do it you cunt,” I said as I stared at him and he fucked me harder.

  “Is that it? This is what all the talk was about? Seriously you fucking bore me to death, Ryan!” I yelled at him as he growled at me and jerked me from the counter. He pulled his cock from me and flipped me to face away from him. He then pulled me down on his cock as hard as he could into my pussy, all of my muscles tightened up and my eyes rolled a bit as it hurt and felt incredible all at the same time. He had no compassion, none that I could find in this arena and I had none either so to have two people clash in this way was a test of will each and every time we fucked, which was as often as possible. I started to laugh and let my head fall down as he fucked me better than anyone ever had before, including him, but I was not going to give him the pleasure of knowing that, why would I? I pulled from him and the game would begin again.

  “I have a $100 in my purse, take it and leave,” I said to him and he stood there with his beautiful cock erect. In any other instance I would drop to my knees and suck him off but not Ryan. I do this often with him. I let him fuck me until he almost comes and then I stop him and treat him like a dog. In fact we had been fucking for a month now and I never once let him come. I took as much pleasure in it as I could and suffered for it also. I would have to finger myself to orgasm after he left but I did not care. I had so much hatred for my Father whic
h spilled over into everything now. Miko was just now starting to show and I hated her even more in her cute designer maternity clothes…fucking mail order bride.

  Ryan did what he normally did and started to stroke his shaft, head down as I watched him and I laughed. He would come and I would make him clean it up. Sound cruel? Well, I guess that it is but he loves it so we each get what we want. He hissed as his body trembled slightly.

  “Do it, make yourself come,” I said and with that he did as he moaned slightly. I walked over and grabbed a towel and then threw it at him. It hit the floor and I walked out not unlike I had done many times before with him, here, in my bedroom, the roof…restaurants. You would think for just a month of fucking we would have less to think back on as far as “memories” go but we had been very busy.

  The buzzer rang and I slipped my robe on with my nipples still hard and showing through it slightly. I stepped up to the door and pressed the button to the video screen and saw Holland standing there. I smiled.

  “Let her in, Carson.”

  “As you wish Miss Beth,” my A.I. replied to me from somewhere in the computer mainframe. I have to laugh that the closest person to me is a fucking made up one my Father created to protect me here.

  I walked away from the door and picked up a cigarette. I had never smoked before, but with the news of Miko’s pregnancy I had taken it up and I will not lie and say it is not disgusting because it is. Father hated it with Mother and he hates it with Miko, who is still trying to sneak them in even though she carries the future king. I lit mine up and Holland stepped in as I turned to her and grinned.

  “Well,” she said as she raised an eyebrow then Ryan stepped out of the bathroom and buttoned up his shirt as she stared at him.

  “You could have said you were busy, Beth.”

  “With what?” I asked her without even looking at him.

  “Ryan,” she said as she looked at him and he nodded to her.

  “Holland.”

  She looked back at me and her eyes widened like she wanted me to just spill it and tell her everything about this but I wasn’t even interested. Holland had not caught us fucking yet so I guess she is in shock or something which is new for her. I mean we fuck whom we want to when we want too and just because it is Ryan Blackwood means nothing.