"Well, she needs to fucking be here when I'm talking about the kids!" Brett yelled as Millie closed up the ship for the afternoon, "She's not answering her phone and that pisses me off. Sick my ass! I know there's a fucking Lamborghini hanging out at her place right now with that dickhead from Castaway's, -"

Millie whirled around and jabbed a finger onto Brett's chest, "And so what?! She owns this shop, you asshole! She's allowed to come and go as she pleases and her private life is her own. She's given you too much of her life as it is. Go fuck yourself, Brett."

"She doesn't need to be whoring around Salem when my kids are in this town. "

Millie rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Leave her alone, Brett. She's too good for your sorry ass."

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"I've never... oh my... I've never done that more than once," Delilah smiled at him as they lay in her bed, sweaty and spent,"I didn't even know I had it in me."

Donovan smiled, rolling onto his side to face her,"You're going to have so many more once we're finished."

"Do you want to shower with me?" Delilah asked, softly as she averted Donovan's stare.

Donovan lifted her chin as she met his gaze, "Don't shy away from me. I'm not going to hurt you, Del."

"I guess I'm not used to that," Delilah confided, "I sorta tried to date a year after my divorce, but he only wanted sex. I just wasn't ready."

"Were you ready with me or did you do it because you thought you had to?"

"I feel... safer with you. I know that sounds silly because I don't really know you that well.."

Donovan pulled her on top of him as Delilah straddled his waist.

"Does it matter how long we've known each other? I keep my promises, Del. The only pain you'll get from me is what you desire. Men can be pigs, plain and simple. I wasn't the best man at the end of my marriage, but Melanie and I were too alike."

"Too alike?"

"Stubborn and wild," Donovan smiled,"We left our business at the door, but our bond had broken when we couldn't even agree on dinner anymore. Our kids were getting older, we were getting older, and I didn't feel that spark with her anymore. I wanted to, God is my witness I tried and so did she. We even went to therapy, but nothing could mend us."

"Brett never wanted therapy. He wanted his secretary."

"Jesus, what an idiot," Donovan scowled,"Talk to me. You can tell me anything. "

"He's good with the kids, but they saw what he did to me. The judge we had actually took them into consideration when we had the custody hearing. At first his lawyers pinned it on me as if being threatened with death if I left him was fun for me. He beat me so badly that I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to die. I wanted to be there for my kids. "

Donovan's anger was boiling over, but he kept an unreadable expression.

"He gets one weekend a month ,supervised visit each of the two days, but he comes to their recitals and shows and birthdays because I started allowing it. He was supposed to be going to AA and anger management, but I don't think it's helping. He came into the shop drunk a few days ago. "

Delilah frowned, "I can't escape him while I'm here."

Donovan nodded. He didn't understand her situation, but he felt awful about it. No woman deserved what Delilah had gone through, or her children.

"Our three boys were grown up by the time we divorced. They weren't happy about it, but they coped. I don't think it's easy on anyone when their parents split, even if one of them is cruel."

Delilah sighed, "I know. My oldest really hates the situation, but he understands that his dad needs help."

Delilah smiled, "One day I'll find the man I'll grow old with. He'll treat me like a queen."

"He'd better," Donovan smirked, picking her up and carrying her to the shower,"Or I'll have to pay him a visit."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph .. I've never steamed up the shower like this.."

Donovan growled as his cock swelled inside of Delilah's pussy, her body sliding up against the wall as he took her again.

"You feel so good.. I can't help myself.." Donovan plunged upwards one last time before sending Delilah and himself over the edge, both of their climaxes hitting them at once.

The guttural moans escaping them echoed in the shower stall as Donovan place his forehead against Delilah's.

"Can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?"

"I'd like that.."

Gathering themselves, the two showered and quickly dried off, dressing and heading out to the living room.

"It's almost time for me to go get the kids," Delilah said, "When should I be ready tomorrow?"

"Is 9 good?"

"Sure!" Delilah smiled, "I don't know what to say about today, Donnie, other than thank you."

Donovan leaned in and kissed her before starting for the front door.

"Don't thank me, my queen.. we're not even halfway there yet."

Watching him coast down the driveway, Delilah watched as he stopped abruptly at the end of the path.

Donovan frowned as the pickup truck blocked his way. He was prepared for anything, but didn't use a weapon unless absolutely necessary so when the guy got out, staggering and belligerent, Donovan stepped out of his car and kept his distance.

"Where is she? Where's Delilah?"

He stepped up to Donovan, but the dom had so much of a height and strength advantage over him, that he simply smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, looming over the drunkard.

Donovan narrowed his eyes and grabbed the man by the shirt, pulling him closer so they were now toe to toe.

"Hello, Brett. I was wondering when I'd have the pleasure of meeting you."