What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... blessed himself. "Te amp comp a mi propia hija Alexa". He turned and smiled, "Te amp comp a mi propia hija."

"Yo también te amo papa." I smiled and held his hand as we both looked forward, staring at nothing.

The clock on the wall struck 9:00. I stood and kissed his cheek. "I love you Dad. I will see you later."

I kissed his cheek once more then walked out to my car and headed home. Once home, I took a shower and dressed for bed. I sat on the couch waiting for Carl. At 11:30 when the local news ended, I walked back to our bedroom, set my alarm for 5:00 and fell asleep.

At some point in the early morning hours, Carl climbed into bed with me. I could smell the bourbon on his breath. Oh great! It was one ofthose evenings with his parents.

I was awake before my alarm sounded. I turned off my alarm and made as much noise as possible as I made my way to the shower. I walked out of the bathroom, threw on my panties, a bra and my scrubs. I sat on the edge of the bed lacing up my sneakers. I felt his hand on my back, softly caressing me. I stood and walked from the bedroom, again making as much noise as possible. I made my lunch, and packed my bag, all getting ready for work.

As I was getting ready to leave Carl stepped from the bedroom and sat on our couch. "I am needed in Henderson for the new project. Uncle Frank doesn't want to travel, Dad asked me to go. I fly out in two days."

"I understand. Are you going alone?"

"No, Dad and Lauren are going." He ...

... responded slyly.

"Lauren?" I asked in a shitty tone.

Fucking Lauren, his father's slut of an EA. She was tall, truly tall for a woman, rail thin with implants. Her brown eyes and past the shoulder brown hair made nearly every woman jealous of her.

"And why the fuck is Lauren going?" I said through my gritted teeth.

I suspected for a while that Lauren was more than an EA. She did have a solid education from Smith but I also believe her education started in the back seat of a very expensive car and in many expensive downtown hotel rooms.

She was a cocky little bitch who somehow landed this job after college; she was originally from somewhere down in southern Virginia. Supposedly abandoned by her divorced mother.

Pfft, the slut.

"I will be home later to talk, if your schedule allows." I grabbed my bag, purse and keys. I slammed the front door as hard as I could. "That bastard." I mumbled.

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I got home that night and muddled around the house, I did laundry, and I did what a good fiancé would do after working a 12-hour shift. I did what I thought I should have been doing.

At 8:30, Carl finally walked in the door. He said he would change and come out for dinner, if there was any left for him. He commented how he had a tough day with a client and was challenged by their needs.

A few minutes after he went into the bedroom, I heard the shower turn on. That was strange. He usually didn't shower after work. I really thought nothing of it and stood from the ...