As I drove towards Grant's house I could feel my jaw already hurting. I was fucking furious and in all honesty I wanted to beat the shit out of him. His wife was probably home too but I didn't give a fuck. I felt stupid that Grant would even think I'm that much of a push over this would be okay. That Scott thought this would be okay. That me and Mia's relationship was that weak she wouldn't tell me he fucking emailed her. The email itself was bullshit, he wanted to see us all, he was sorry. I rolled my eyes thinking about it. In my eyes the man was a piece of shit. I remember watching my mum die in hospital, even then I made sure they gave her everything. If Mia was sick? Never in a fucking million years would I tell them to turn off her machines so quickly. I had a feeling Scott had another family, it would be easier if my mum was gone. I parked outside Grant’s house, I probably was going to get a ticket but I didn't care, I'd pay it. My blood was still boiling as I banged on his front door, my leg shaking.
"Oliver." He sounded surprised and I scoffed as I pushed past him, into his house.
"Oh, are you going to give him his job back?" I heard his wife chuckle behind me.
"Chrissy, mind your fucking business," I said, my eyes still on Grant.
"Oliver, let me explain," he mumbled out.
"No. You're giving Scott Mia's details now? Is that what you're fucking doing?" I moved closer to him, I could tell he was terrified but I was happy to see that.
"He wants to see you."
"I don't fucking care and I'm not sure why you do either. But I'm only going to tell you once more." I grabbed him by his neck, pushing him against the wall.
"Oliver!" I heard Chrissy next to me, her hand on my shoulder, attempting to pull me back.
"Tell your wife to fuck off," I spat out at Grant.
"Go in the living room." He looked at her.
"No Grant! He comes here with his hand round your throat! I'm calling the police!" She let go of my arm and I shrugged. I didn't actually give a shit.
"Chrissy! Don't do that! Let me and Oliver sort this!" Grant cried and I let out a chuckle. This guy was such a pussy.
"Grant," she whispered. I tightened the grip on his throat.
"Right, one more time. Mind your fucking business, you are not my family. You were never my family and you will not be my family. Do you understand?" My jaw was tight, staring into his eyes. He nodded quickly. "You were paid to provide a service which you now are not needed for. Speak to my wife, either by phone, email, pigeon whatever. I will come back and shove your head so far up your fucking arse." I smashed Grant's head against the wall, releasing my hand around his throat. "Oh and if you need a reference I would suggest talking to Pedro." I ripped the door open, slamming it shut behind me. That sadly didn't satisfy me as I would have liked and my blood was still boiling. I got in the car, driving to somewhere that always made me smile, the bar I met Mia in. I called her on Bluetooth while I was driving.
"Oliver," she breathed out. I rubbed my head, she panicked and it was my fault.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm okay. I'm going to go and get a drink, okay?"
"No!" She cried and I nearly burst out in tears. "Please, Oliver come home." Her voice was shaking and I knew she was crying, making me feel even worse. "Stop being selfish and come home to me now." I had to stop myself from laughing at her attempt at being fiesty. In your dreams Mia.
"Am I not allowed one drink to calm down?"
"We have drinks here. Oliver! Please!" She sobbed down the phone, breaking me.
"I'm coming." I hung up, turning the car.
As I went into the flat it was dark, I took my jacket off, kicking my shoes by the door. I walked towards our bedroom and let out a breath of relief as I saw the light under the door. I opened it slowly, moving my head in. Mia was sitting in bed, her eyes were red and she was biting her bottom lip.
"Baby," I whispered, feeling even more like a dick. She just nodded as I came over, I got undressed in super speed, getting in next to her. "Mia, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me please. I'm a prick." She looked up at me, her hand on my face.
"I don't want you to say sorry. I understand, I'm hurting because you're hurting. That's what husbands and wives do." She chuckled, "you came home. So you have nothing to say sorry for." She kissed my lips gently. I pulled her closer to me, my arm around her. I went to talk but she jumped in first. "I don't want to hear about it. Do you feel better?" She looked up at me, her dark eyes bloodshot.
"I do now. I'm sorry you've been dragged into this." I kissed her forehead.
"Don't sweat it, that's my job." She giggled, moving closer to me. Her warm body up against me made me smile, my dick enjoying it just as much. I put my hand in my boxers, trying to re arrange my ever growing hard on. "You alright there?" Mia laughed.
"Not really." I chuckled, pulling her tighter to me. "What's the time?" I asked, attempting to look at my watch.
"Late." I smiled, moving my hand to my wrist and taking off my watch, I grabbed Mia's wrist, removing her's slowly as she looked up at me. I dropped them both on the bedside table, dropping my head onto the pillow, dragging her with me.
"I love you, I don't know what I would do without you," I whispered into her hair.
"I love you too."
"I might work from home tomorrow," I sighed. It was a rare occurrence but something in me wanted to be at home. With the people I knew wouldn't screw me over.
"Why don't you take some leave? I go back to work in a couple of weeks."
"Hmmm," I mumbled. I didn't want Mia to go back to work at all and she knew it. I didn't get it, I had enough money in the bank to last us a life time.
"If I give up work, so do you." Mia kissed my chest and I laughed. Touché.
"Okay, noted. But you're right, I think I'm going to take this week off. I'll speak to Pedro tomorrow." Mia nodded, her hand running up and down my chest.
"I've got a hard on by the way," I whispered into her hair. I grinned as Mia laughed, moving her head to look at me.
"Shocker." She rolled her eyes. I jumped gently as her hand went into my boxers, my eyes closed. She rolled her hand up and down my dick, making it throb. I put my hand on the back of her head, pushing her closer to me.
"Mia, that feels so good." My voice was low, my head back. I was going to cum quickly. I knew it, my pent up energy needing to go somewhere. "Are you wet for me?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking down.
"Let me do this for you," she purred, making my legs tense. I was always torn at what Mia was best at. Her pussy was out of this world but she could get me to cum in her hand in minutes. I pushed her even closer to me, her face in my chest as she ran her thumb over my tip. It felt like electricity through my whole body.
"You want me to stop?" I heard her laugh, making me smile.
"No," I said bluntly.
"That's what I thought. Cum for me." Even her voice was turning me on, I grabbed her by the waist with my other hand, gripping her skin.
"Mia, you're so good at that." My eyes were closed, letting her wipe my dick and stomach. I felt her lips on mine before she spoke.
"You're welcome. Go to sleep."
"Am I not already?"