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"Why don't I go get the presents from the car and put them under the tree," I say, desperate for some fresh air and space. As huge as this house is, I feel it closing in on me.
"I'll help you, son," Mr. Wilcox says, and I wince, remembering the joke I'd once made to Bryant about calling me that. I suppose it's a generational thing. Mr. Wilcox is probably about the same age, although he seems much older, with his stuffy looking Ralph Lauren sweater, pressed khaki pants, and suede loafers. He's at least six inches shorter than Bryant and has a paunch. They're such different people inside and out that it's impossible to compare or even think of them in the same light.
I smile awkwardly when we open the back of Aniyah's SUV and start unloading the ridiculous amount of luggage and gifts.
"These girls," Mr. Wilcox chuckles, rolling his eyes indulgently. "All this luggage for a few days, and there's a closet full of clothes upstairs. She'll probably bring more back with her than she left with."
"For the record," I tell him, dropping my voice. "I didn't pick out the gifts." I hope I don't come across as too rude, but I really don't want anyone thinking that I'm that conceited.
"I suppose you wouldn't have," he assesses, and I don't miss the undertone. He knows his daughter bought all of this. And he probably knows she bought the obnoxious diamond ring that I'll be "surprising her" with on Christmas morning.
Fuck my life.
"Fuck yeah," I groan, as wet heat envelops my cock. "Goddamn, I missed waking up to your…"
Wait.
"What the fuck?!" I screech. Startled, I buck my hips, effectively jabbing Aniyah hard enough in the throat to make one of her teeth graze my dick as I scramble away from her. She chokes and bounces off me, and I can’t help the pained shout that comes from me. “Fuck!”
I jump off the bed, still cursing, and turn on the light. Aniyah lifts herself onto her knees, wearing nothing but a completely see through nightgown. "Keep it down, Jack! Someone will hear you!"
"What the fuck did you expect?!" I hiss back at her. "What are you doing in here?"
"We didn't have any alone time to celebrate today. I wanted to fuck my new fiancé." The loathsome rock on her finger sparkles obnoxiously, reflecting the lamp's light. I do not look forward to seeing what that thing looks like in the sunlight. Or at all, really.
I feel sick.
"Aniyah, we've talked about this."
"We're getting married in a month, Jack. You're going to be my husband. I'm going to be your wife, and that entitles me to certain things, and one of those things is your dick."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"I know you like my body, Jack. Come see how wet my pussy is for you–"
"No, Aniyah. For the last time, this isn't a real marriage. I agreed to do this and you’ll be entitled to whatever I get in the first year of my career. My paycheck, my signing bonus, endorsements—everything. We're doing it this way because you wanted collateral, and this is all I have to offer. I've played your game, I've put on the show. Beyond that, I want nothing to do with you. Do you understand?”
"And do you understand that I don't need your fucking money? Look around you, Jack. I get whatever I want. And right now, I want you to put that big dick to use and fuck me. For real this time."
“I agreed to one year of marriage so you can take me for all I've got, but that's it. That's the deal."
"A marriage doesn't count if it's not consummated."
"And who the fuck is going to know?"
"I will."
"Well, I hate to break it to you, Aniyah, but my dick isn't going to do tricks for you. I'm not interested."
"You were pretty hard a minute ago."
"Yeah, well, that's when I thought you were?—"
"Say it. Say his name. I fucking dare you. Because here are my new terms, asshole: either you act like you're in this thing, or I won't just take that video to the dean. I'll take it to the press and leak it all over the internet."
My whole body flushes with anger. I'm seething, my arms trembling with the effort not to pick her up and shake her until her head pops loose. "We had a deal."
"Yeah, well. I changed my mind. I don't just want the name, I want the perks, too. I want to know what's so good about your dick that it turned a man like Bryant Nicks."
