42
Bex
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Hunter’s at the head of the table. There are only two place settings. “Alicia not joining us?” I ask.
“She’s gone to a friend’s house for a couple of nights. Did she not tell you?”
“I guess not.”
He smirks. “Then I suppose she doesn’t share everything with her new bestie, does she?”
“Listen, if you’re going to be a dick, I’d rather go hungry.”
“Sit down.” It’s an order, not a request. I can tell by the tone of his voice.
I lower myself into the seat at the far end of the table, looking across at him as he smirks at me. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I can see your nipples through that dress. Stand up for me.”
I fold my arms for my chest. “Stand up, sit down. You want me to dance around for you too?”
“Do as I say, or you’ll go without dinner.”
“Suits me. I’m not that hungry.”
“Let me put it another way. Either you stand up, or I make you stand up.”
I get to my feet, wondering how I could ever have found him kind and understanding. All I can see now is what I saw in Oswald when the shine finally came off. A true man. A real man. Aka, an abusive asshole. “You talk like my ex did,” I say, scowling at him. “He used to give me orders.”
“You talk about him too much.”
“What? You don’t want me to remember the man you killed?”
“I didn’t kill him.”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t. Like you didn’t kill your wife.”
“That is not open to discussion. Lift your dress to your waist.”
“Why?”
“Do it.”
I take hold of the hem and shuffle it up my hips until it’s at my waist. His eyes flick underneath, taking a glance at my pussy before he nods. “Good,” he says. “Now you can sit down again.”
I push the dress back into place as he stretches his arms above his head, yawning loudly. “Just wanted to check you followed my instructions.”
“You’re a dick, do you know that?”
“Call me that again, and you’ll eat dinner naked.”
I hold my tongue as the food is brought in. A bowl containing spaghetti and a delicious-smelling sauce is placed in front of me. Despite my anger, my stomach growls. It smells so good. “Dig in,” Hunter says as his bowl is placed in front of him. “Don’t let it go cold.”
“Why are you acting like this?” I ask as he starts to eat like he hasn’t just forced me to flash my pussy at him.
“Like what?”