One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 10

I hear Jeff’s alarm go off, but it only partially wakes me up. I’m so tired from being out late last night. And from the argument. When we got home, Jeff was so drunk…. He screamed at me for a long time, leaving me in tears. He passed out, and I cried myself to sleep. Despite his anger at me the night before, and the fact that he is clearly hung over, he curses at his phone, turns off the alarm, and promptly pulls his dick out of his briefs.

I know the routine. It is the same every morning. I push the blankets off and pull my panties off as he clumsily climbs on top of me. He pushes my nightgown up to my collar bone and sucks hard on my left nipple until it hurts as he presses inside of me. I find a spot on the ceiling to stare at and move my hips a little because he wants me to. I put my hands on his back. He’ll be done soon enough.

It takes a little longer this time than normal because Jeff still has alcohol in his system. His dick is small anyway, but when he is drunk or hungover, it is only about three inches long and spongy, so it takes a lot longer for him to climax. Finally, after about ten minutes, he grunts a few times, and I feel his seed spill inside of me. He rolls off of me and grabs a bottle of headache medicine off of the nightstand as he stumbles to the bathroom to shower and get ready for work.

Normally, I hop right out of bed and go make his breakfast while he is showering, but it is harder to hop today. I slowly find my panties and put them back on, finding a pair of pajama pants in the drawer, too, putting those on, and then sliding my robe on and tying it before I head to the kitchen to start his eggs. My cheek stings a little, even though it’s been hours since Jeff backhanded me. I have no tears left for him, so I press my palm to it and then start making the eggs.

Last night was different than other nights, not because Jeff was drunker or more angry but because I felt a little different. Being spoken to by other human beings, being valued by Cindy and some of the others I met, even my interaction with Mr. Merriweather, whom I am sure has forgotten all about me by now, made me feel a little bit more like a person that mattered, like maybe I shouldn’t take this sort of treatment from Jeff. But as he yelled at me last night when he was so angry and so drunk, I would have nothing without him. He pays all of the bills. He is the only one with a job. If I were to leave him, where would I even go? I don’t even have enough money to take the bus back home.

If I called my parents and told them that I wanted to come home, they would be so disappointed in me. I know this, but Jeff has reminded me time and again. My parents are under the impression that Jeff and I are doing very well for ourselves, and they are so proud of his job and the fact that I am the wife of a vice-president in an important company. If I asked them to send me money so that I can come home, they will know that it was all a lie. They will know that we are faking it, that we are not what we appear to be. They will know that I am nothing.

My parents are the last people on earth I want to have disappointed in me. So I am stuck here with a man who does not love me. He says he does, but actions speak louder than words, and it is clear that Jeff doesn’t love me one bit. I bet, if he could sell me, he would. If I were to ask him if he would sell me, he would laugh and say I’m not worth twenty dollars.

His breakfast is done before he gets in the kitchen. I start to get a little worried. He can’t be late today. He told me last night that Mr. Merriweather wanted to see him this morning. I am just about to go and check on him, even though I know I will be screamed at for doubting his ability to get out the door on time, when there is a knock at the door.

I draw in a deep breath. This is unusual, and I don’t like unusual things.

I go to the door and slowly pull it open. I recognize the man standing there. I met him at the party the night before. “Hello, Mr. Springer,” I say, trying to hide my confusion. “What brings you by this morning.”