HERO'S POV

Did this all make me some sort of damn idiot? Most likely.

I sat on the newly furnished leather sofa in Diedre's living room, sipping on what must have been my fifth scotch... Or was it Jager? Fuck. Didn't know much about anything nowadays. Like it mattered; When I was here, I didn't need to answer to anyone and that was just the way I fucking liked it. That pesky Kristina, who I'd been forced to label my wife was nothing more than a nuisance. Bitch.

As the last of the sour liquid emptied, none other than my grandmother trudged by, smiling earnestly. Thank god she'd been able to purchase another manor amidst her arrest. Seemed the last landlords that sold to her before hadn't wanted any part of her incarceration on their record. Well, screw them. People made mistakes. Wasn't like those termites were saints.

She needed some decency. And thankfully an agency in the area had been willing to sell... Within a certain price range, of course. Money, money, money. Was every fucking thing about money?

"My grandson. Things are finally looking up. Can you walk?"

Testing the theory, I stood from the couch nearly face-planting. Damn. Couldn't even talk in this state. Just some cordial nod made me want to puke up everything eaten within the past week. This, however, didn't deter the woman; she merely held onto a bicep, unwilling to let go.

"You're looking mighty fine."

Through the drunken haze, I knew this line sounded wrong. But what could be done about it? Diedre had been this way for days and she was my only outlet for recreational booze. Being under the influence had it's own jail-free care, didn't it?

No. You just know deep down that any type of gesture this woman gave you would irk Kristina until the end. You want to exact revenge on her for what she'd done. You want Diedre to-

"The fuck?!"

Not even having realized I'd fallen back onto furniture, she now moaned in appreciation as my member sprang free. Dear Lord. This wasn't me.

None of what this woman presented turned me on, but there it was already leaking pre-cum. No. No. No. I didn't want this, couldn't want this. The proespect terrified me and brought back horrid memories.

Trust me, honey. Your granddaddy would have wanted us to be happy. Isn't that what you want?

As cold fingers wrapped around the massive girth, it hardened beneath the touch. Maybe it was my inebriated state, but all logic fell out the window as her ministrations intensified.

Licking her way across distended veins, wetness engulfed my purpling head as it drove even deeper into her mouth. Christ. Want I wanted- needed- more than anything was to pull away and deny advances, but couldn't.

The pull of alcohol only anchored me further into this pit of despair and my body seemed to betray me. This wasn't anything new by any stretch of imagination. I'd allowed this elderly monster to do such things before Kristina came into the picture. But now... It was all more real.

God. God. God.

Tears filled in my ducts, causing a familiar sting to return. Who was I becoming? First, I'd allowed Diedre to poison my love life completely, then I let her dictate what happened to my only daughter, and now... we were back at square one. Would this pain never end?

Like groundhog day, strangled cries gathered in the recesses of my throat as fireworks exploded in my tight balls, but it wasn't anything close to ecstasy. Nothing close to what Kristina gave me that showcased what love still remained even after all the hell endured.

No. This was hot, simmering pain that only booze could mask and which would ultimately be my downfall.

Love didn't reside here. Not anymore.

Sorry for taking so long to update. It takes a lot for me to continue this book for several reasons.

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PS. Who hates Diedre??