“Nothing. Not the time.” He turns, walking away before he yells at me. “Let me know if you guys need anything.”
Walking back into the house, I don’t see her sitting at the table in front of all the paperwork anymore. “Ella.” I call out as I walk through the house. I notice the door to Oz’s room is open, so I walk in and see her standing just staring at the dresser in the room. She sees me in the mirror before she sighs and looks away again.
“I should have stayed.”
“Probably…” I shrug. She looks back up and we both start laughing. “You have to stop thinking about the what if’s.” Walking across the room, I sit down on the bed that Caroline stripped before she left and moving her to turn around looking at me.
“But.”
“No,” I shake my head, lifting my hand and placing my index finger on her lips. “Your dad loved you. He wanted you to be happy. He didn’t want to force you back because then he knew you wouldn’t be happy.”
“If he really wanted me to be happy then…” she mumbles before she trails and looks at me.
“Trust me, he wished he wouldn’t have done that.”
“How do you know?”
“I told you we kind of bonded over the last few years.” Him calling mesonsounds in my head again, but this isn’t about me… this is for her.
“How did you do that?”
“Oh, you probably don’t...” I pause, “ya know, I mean, it will keep you from being sad. You’ll just be pissed off at me.” She looks at me curiously, and I sigh. “Once everything came out. I told them everything.”
“Everything?” she smirks, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, not everything.” I laugh. “Obviously, I didn’t tell them just how dirty you are.” the blush rolls up her face and I laugh. “I told them when we got together. Oz pulled me aside. After everyone was done grilling me, and he asked me what had happened… to you.”
“You told him.”
“I didn’t have to say much. He had known that something was wrong for sometime. He also put the pieces together that once we… well, that you came out of this depression that you were in.” She nods her head. “I just confirmed what he thought and told him who.”
“Axe!?” she whines, looking at me. “You promised.”
“I know, I told you, but in my defense. I felt like that promise was nullified when you skipped town.”
“What did you guys do?”
“We’ve tortured him over the last four years.” She actually laughs out as she pushes against me, causing me to laugh as well.
“You know how messed up that sounds, right?”
“What?” I laugh as she stands in front of me. “I bonded with my son’s grandfather over torturing a man? That’s totally normal.” A large smile spreads on her face.
“How did you torture him?”
“It’s probably best if you don’t know.” I force out a smile as I touch her hands.
“Did you kill him?” She asks.
“Not yet.”
“Not yet?” She asks with a slight smirk.
“I told you before whether or not you told me he was fucking dead.” She smiles up at me again. “We had decided that killing him would be too easy. No, I want him to be terrified. Look over his shoulder.” Her eyes darken for a second before she sighs, looking down at me, and my brain instantly tells me this is a bad idea.
“Axe…” My name rolls out of her mouth, just as it always had before. Images of her riding my dick as she cums plague my mind. “Axe.” My name comes out of her mouth a second time as she runs her hand down my chest. Her hand grips a hold of my dick as I look up to her again.
“Ella, stop.” I have to force the words out because the last thing I actually want her to do is stop.