“Hey, what gives, Babe? Too drunk to make it inside?” she asks with a playful grin. She places her hand on my leg and I slide her closer to me, being careful not to put pressure on my broken fingers.

“Get undressed,” I whisper, with a bite at her ear.

She laughs and quickly tosses her dress and underwear into the front seat, sprawling back with her legs open in just a matter of seconds.

“Ahh, this is why you called me out here. A romantic fuck in the back seat while the rain pours down around us? That’s quite sexy, Cove.”

I pull my dick through my pants and lay on top of her, gliding down until that sweet hole of hers is suctioned around my tip, grabbing at me, and sucking me in. Fuck, that’s what I needed. My hair drips onto her cheek, and soon I hope to replace it with my cum.

“You’re quiet,” she says softly, running her fingers through my hair. “How’d you get so wet?”

My dick is like an arrow about to be released from a bow, ready to be shot into her flesh, and with one unforgiving jab, I’m in. She moans and exposes her neck in a state of passion. A second thrust and her nipples are erect. A third, and her pussy’s slick.

“Cove,” she cries out. “I love you.”

“Do you?” I whisper, trapping her head between my forearms. She’s unable to gaze anywhere but my face, and questions my words. “Look at me, Sophia.”

“There’s a mark on your face, what happened to you? Did you pass out earlier and hit your cheek against something?”

“Shh,” I hush her while still pleasuring my dick. My hips thrust and my ass tightens, as my hedonistic mood kicks in. She unbuttons my shirt and exposes my flesh while rain patters the windows. Fuck, she feels good. I’d love to yell at her about everything, but my dick’s in control right now, and all I can think about is cumming all over her body. It’s the only thing that’s gonna get rid of the pain in my fingers and in my heart. I need to cum. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel it.

“Talk to me,” she whispers, tracing the black rose on my chest. “You’re shitfaced, but I can tell something else is wrong. You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

I lean in and part her lips with my tongue, circling her mouth. She tries to turn her head, but my arms stay clutched to either side while her body wiggles in an attempt to escape.

“Cove, either be nice to me, or get off!”

I slow to a leisurely motion and brush the side of her cheek with my good hand, close to an escape of my seed. “My dick’s pretty happy right now, Soph. The boys are fighting to get out.”

“Oh Jesus, what the fuck’s wrong with you?”

I jab in then bite her neck with a whimper. “Fuck.” My chest and legs lock, and my cock’s like a brick. “Fuck.” I pull out and rub off, as the first shot lands between her tits. “Do you love me?” I ask in a distorted voice as I cum.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“No, you don’t.” I fall on top of her as my dick pulsates between us. “Why didn’t you tell me about David Rosen?” I pant. “Why, Soph? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

She’s silent as I lay on top of her. My chest heaves for air and as soon as the rush of the orgasm ends, the pain returns. “I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“My words exactly. Get the fuck off of me,” she says in a harsh tone. She reaches for her dress and has it on faster than she took it off.

“I’m done talking to you. You’ve really pissed me off,” I say.

“You haven’t done much talking at all, asshole,” she yells in tears as she heads back to the bar. “Apologize to me when you’re sober and maybe I won’t leave you!”

“Soph, wait!”

“Fuck off!”

She disappears through the door and I’m left alone. Okay, so that’s the end to my perfect day. I sit in the back seat and call for Haverty. Shouting his name at the top of my lungs until he finally steps outside and runs over to the car.

“What the fuck, man? Your wife’s inside sobbing. Your family is like a goddamn soap opera today.”

“Take me home,” I whisper.

“Screw you, we’re busy inside now. I wanted to take you home earlier. Sober up and get your ass back to your business and stop fucking around. And for Christ’s sake, button your shirt and hide the jiz on your stomach before your parents wander out here,” he yells over the rain.

“My father’s here?”

“Yeah. And I’ve never seen Sophia cry before. What the heck did you just do to her?”

“I fucked her,” my words slur as my body sways.

“Well you sure as hell didn’t do a very good job, now did you?”

I nod like a child.

“You gonna pass out on me?” he sighs.

I nod again and tumble onto the back seat.

I hear him exhale and a few moments later the car starts and we pull away.

“I’m not a very good husband,” I groan.

“No, you’re not, but I have a feeling it’s the liquor more than you. You think you’re a pleasant drunk, but the reality is you’re nothing more than a miserable bastard. Then again, you’re like that even when you’re sober, so who knows.”

“Don’t fucking swerve so much.”

“We’re stopped at a red light, idiot.”

“Shit Hav, I can’t believe I did that to her.”

“What the hell did you do back there?”

“I disciplined her with my dick, but it wasn’t playful like this afternoon. I used her body for my own enjoyment. I could’ve cared less if she came or not. I just wanted to hurt her. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so harsh to her before. I’m always good to her when we make love, but this time...” vomit shoots out of my mouth and down the edge of the seat before I can finish my sentence.

“I knew that was coming. You tanked in my car, man. I’m not cleaning that shit up. Damn, you and your wife puke every fucking day. The two of you are like vomit machines.”

“It’s my car, and I’ll clean it up,” I mutter and wipe my mouth. “You’re just borrowing it.”

“Oh, I see. Is that how it’s gonna be? You better sign up for rehab tomorrow, or I’ll quit and you can find another punk ass bitch to drive your ass around all hours of the day and night. What happened to me being your bodyguard anyway? What the hell’s wrong with you, going to Kaitlyn Moore’s house alone? You’re no match for her and her hormones.”

“No,” I whisper. “I’m no match for David Rosen.”

He slams his foot on the breaks and pulls to the side of the road. “What did you say?”

I’m silent, still close to blacking out and tired of having to move my mouth. It literally hurts to talk. Haverty mumbles something about my silence as he opens my door.

“Can you get up?” he says in a more sympathetic voice with his arm extended. I grasp onto him, forgetting about my fingers.

“Fuck!” I pull back, holding my wrist.

“What in God’s name happened to you tonight? Is that from Sophia or Kaitlyn? Those things are the size of eggplants, and just as purple too. Let me see ‘em.”

I hold out my hand and he examines the two fingers, bending one gently until I cry out in pain.

“Broken. Come on, let’s get your ass inside,” he sighs.

I stagger into my building and somehow make it into the penthouse without having to lean on him for support. He glares at me the entire way and shakes his head in disappointment.

“Sit down,” he demands when we step inside. “You have a medical kit? A bandage?”

“In the pantry, but a band aid’s not gonna fix ‘em.”

He digs through the box but comes up empty handed. “Ice?”

“That would be good,” I say, taking a seat on the sofa next to our fireplace. I close my eyes and listen to him rummage through the freezer, then follow his footsteps on our hardwood floor as he walks over to the sound system. There’s a pop and a buzz as he finds some music to play.

“I’m fucking in pain and for some reason you’ve decided to serenade me with sweet tunes? What, so you can take advantage of me in my intoxicated state?” I joke, waiting for a laugh that never comes. “Oh come on, Talking Heads? How fucking retro of you.”