I'll Survive Him

Candice's POV

I've never hurried so fast to get dressed up in my entire life. The whole time I was cursing Trey for what he did to me but he didn't even seem sorry.

In my state of turmoil, he planted a kiss on my forehead again, laughing, before he left to check who it was, giving me time. He's insane, and I was unsatisfied. I wanted him again. Who the hell is that?

When I came out, barely walking properly, I was shocked to see who it was.

Ethan. One of my steady fucks. I hadn't seen him in a month and some days.

Why was he here? Sure, he fucked almost as good as Trey but after we've been having sex for months, he suddenly disappeared last month, and he didn't return my calls and messages. I forgot he had access to my house.

Trey was busy glaring at him shamelessly, making him uncomfortable. There was clear tension between both men but I hoped Ethan wasn't getting any ideas.

Or even if it was in his end, it ended with him realizing my best friend's son had a thing for me that I wasn't reciprocating, and that I was being a disciplined woman.

Trey was not happy. Ethan's eyes travelled down my body, and Trey noticed. He immediately knew who Ethan was to me.

“Trey, please excuse us.” I said with a smile he didn't return. Instead he glared at Ethan some more before leaving the living room.

I whipped my head around to address Ethan, but then he reached for my waist and pulled me to him, dropping dizzy kisses all over my neck.

“I missed you baby.” He groaned, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing.

I came to my senses and pushed him away gently. No way he thought he could just stroll in here after abandoning me for a month.

“You're back. Do you realize how worried I was–”

“Who is that?” His face turned serious as he cut me short.

“Why concern yourself with him?” I responded, hoping he would drop it.

“Who is that, Candice?”

I rolled my eyes in resignation. It's not a big deal anyway.

“Fine. He's my best friend's son. He's living with me now for school.”

Ethan's features softened, tension leaving him. What was he thinking? That I was sleeping with Trey or what? Well I did but still, why think of me that way?

Now his face lit up weirdly, like he was excited. I stared in awe because what just happened?

“I actually know who he is. You're housing the famous hockey player.” So he's a fan.

“Oh, I didn't know he's that famous, but yeah. He's the one.” I nodded in agreement. Ethan tried to reach me to touch me again but I took a step back, and he understood. He knew he had fucked up and that I deserved explanations.

“He's famous and rich enough to afford his own place, yes. And he seems overprotective of you. I don't think that's sending the right message.”

I swallowed, remembering Trey's taunting eyes as he told me why he was here, that I was some sick fantasy of his. Fuck. I hate how good it made me feel.

I pushed the thought aside, barely composed. I was bothered. I still couldn't believe that a perfect little boy wanted to play with me. It's a bad idea.

“I'm not sure what you're talking about, Ethan. Besides, I am an old woman. Protection wouldn't hurt.”

“Right…” He didn't seem convinced. Was I being transparent or what? I immediately switched the topic.

“Right. Why the hell are you here? You think you can just barge in after a month?”

Thinking about it now, I was actually very mad about it. I thought the worst then.

His face turned even softer, and he looked apologetic.

“Shit happened baby. But I'm back. I miss you, I miss how good you feel. Come here, let's make a couple more memories.”

For the third time, he made a move towards me, and I didn't stop him.

I let him touch my body.

It was better, a great distraction. Maybe if I keep him around, I'll stop thinking about Trey. He's a young boy, his sick fascination for a thirty five year old would wear off.

He'll meet other women. He had to, for the sake of Eleanor. She'll never forgive me.

“Ethan–” Trey cut me short instantly from a distance.

“Aunt Candice, please I need a little help here.” He sounded like he did need the help. I sighed.

“I'll be right back. Let me check what's wrong with him.”

I headed inside and when I reached a certain distance, I was pulled into a corner.

A gasp escaped me as Trey grabbed me by my throat, pressed me into the wall and started talking dirty, whispering the most nasty things into my ear. My body reacted, needy, interested.

I was so wet when he was done fucking me up, I tried to get a kiss out of him but he pulled back, and I could see how hard his chest heaved as he looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I felt dizzy, my eyes heavy.

“No, don't kiss me. Get rid of him first. I'm the only one you need. I believe I've made myself clear.”

I scoffed, shocked by his audacity, the dull ache between my legs slowly wearing off.

“In case you haven't noticed, I'm the adult here. You can't tell me what to do, plus I've not agreed to your request yet, okay? This is my house and I'm free to do whatever the hell I want.”

“You're not going to send him away? It might interest you to know that I can make you want me to fuck you right in front of him to prove my point.”

I hid how weakened I felt by his words perfectly, even though I believed him. Deep down, I knew it too.

“You overestimate yourself too much, little boy.” I folded my arms, challenging him to do something, like I'll fall.

“Don't call me that.” He warned. So he's mad at me because what, Ethan? Younger men and being so audacious because they've seen you naked is so bizarre.

“Go to your room and stay out of this, tutoring is over for the day. For the things you didn't learn because you just had to touch me, it's your loss.”

His chuckle was as dark as it could get as he breathed hard against my face, my pussy still lingering in there from the way he fucked me with his tongue. Damn him, trying to prove a stupid point.

“We'll see about that. Get rid of him.” He let me go and I watched him sprint across the hall, then heard the loud bang as he shut his door menacingly. Brat.

He thinks he's in control? Fuck him. I will survive this, I'll survive him.