Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 186 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 186 | Status: Completed
The next day, Peyton went grocery shopping and stocked the fridge. She then fixed some lunch and packed it then went to Eli’s office.
Eli nodded with a grin as he saw her. "Hello beautiful."
She smiled and set the basket down then hopped on his desk and pressed her lips to his. After a deep, steamy kiss she pulled back. "Hello." He didn't hear the hello. His eyes were already glazed over a large smile plastered on his rather goofy looking face after that. She patted his head then hopped off and started setting up things for lunch. "I went grocery shopping. Did you eat T.V. dinners the whole time I was gone? I threw them all out."
He shook his head to snap back to reality. "I've lived of T.V. dinners for most of my life."
"Well, not anymore," she said as she pushed his lunch to him.
His mouth was practically watering as he began to swallow it whole. "So good!"
"Hey slow down! You'll choke," she laughed. "And then you won't get dessert."
He grinned in between bites. "Dessert?" She motioned a dick in her mouth. He froze and looked at her skeptically. "You hate doing that...."
"Yeah. I hated you once too."
"You still do," he grinned.
"Just a little," she smirked as she ate.
He ate in record time. Clearing everything off of his plate as he sat back with a content sigh. Peyton however, too her time, digested everything and ate slowly. He pouted when she was taking so slow. He'd eaten fast so that they could have dessert and now she was taking her dear sweet time. Torture! That was what this was! Pure torture! After packing everything up, she smiled at him and got on her knees under his desk. Unzipping his zipper, she pulled out his cock and started licking it. He shuddered as her tongue ran over his aching cock. His hands caressed her cheeks, urging her forward, but knowing that she was going to take her time just to irk him. His eyes shot to his door when his boss came in.
"Eli, do you have the reports for the quarterly review?"
Peyton froze. She pulled back with wide eyes.
"Yes sir," he said slowly, shifting closer beneath his desk, pinning her there between his legs so his boss couldn't see her. He reached over and started rifling through his folders, hoping to get his boss out as quickly as possible.
Peyton hesitated. His cock was just staring at him. And this was such good pay back. Smirking, she started licking him again and running her fingers softly over it. Eli froze and gasped when she started licking again, his cock growing harder as he squirmed.
"Everything alright, Eli?" his boss asked.Eli just nodded and grabbed a file. "Here's the file sir," he said trying to keep his voice even while his hand reached beneath there trying to pull his cock from her. She slapped his hand away and took him fully in her mouth, sucking and bobbing. His eyes rolled back and his entire body went rigid. "Fuck."
"Excuse me?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, his hands slipping down and grabbing her cheeks, pulling at her face to stop while he squirmed. "N-nothing."
She bit his cock lightly in warning.
He whimpered and tugged more. She squeezed his balls and sucked harder. He gasped, his back arching and his boss glaring at him. "Eli! Is there someone under there?" he asked, storming over to his desk to glare down at her between his legs, her mouth full of his cock. Eli couldn't help it. It was that moment which his cock throbbed and unloaded in her mouth.
Peyton's eyes widened and she swallowed. She pulled back and crawled out from under the desk while wiping her mouth. "Um...hi... I'm Peyton, Eli's wife..."
His boss gave him a hard look. "I'm glad to hear that. I've given you one chance before, but no more, Eli. You're fired!" He slammed the report down on his desk and walked out, leaving Eli speechless.
Peyton's jaw dropped. "Holy shit..."
Eli glared at her, anger seeping from him as he pushed his cock back into his pants. "Bright fucking idea," he hissed, grabbing his coat and walking out.
She ran after him. "Eli! I'll talk to your boss!"
"No! You've done enough damage today."
"Please don't be like that! I had no idea you would be so...squirmy!"
"Gee, maybe that was why I was trying to stop you!"
She stopped walking after him and watched him get in the elevator alone. She turned her head to the boss's office and walked in. The boss was busy signing over the paperwork to get Eli thrown from the building. He was still fuming and muttering to himself when she appeared before him.
She placed her hand on the papers. "I'm trying to understand this. You fired him because his wife gave him a blow job on his break?"
"Among other reasons, I fired him because he was slipping back into his bad habits and I will not have a repeat of last time. Also, you were giving him a blow job on company time. Those 'breaks' he takes for lunch aren't sanctioned. Everyone eats while they work. Not to mention you were doing it in his office. Also, his performance for the past week has been atrocious. I've never seen such bad numbers. He improved today, but I won't suffer a weeks worth of bad results for a day's success."
"That's my fault though! I left him for a while because I got pregnant! If your wife left you, you would be a bit down too, right?"
"It doesn't matter. You're not suppose to let your personal life affect your work and he wears his heart on his sleeve. The next time you fight or leave it will be a repeat of this, and I won't risk my business because of it."
"So you would throw a soon to be father out on the streets? And after all the trouble he went through to get better for this job? He got married, settled down. He's starting a family and getting things on track. Wow..." she pulled back and shook her head. "Then again, if I had a boss like you...I would... You know what? Never mind." She waved it off.
"You would what?"
"Nothing. This is done. You've made your choice. Whatever," she said and walked to the door.
The boss shrugged and went back to filing the papers for Eli's termination. Peyton walked out and got in the elevator. What was she going to do now? She couldn't go home. Eli was too pissed. And soon...there wouldn't be a home to go to. She needed a job... But no one hired someone with her background. Being pregnant doesn't help.
Eli was pissed. No. Pissed was an understatement. That was the best job he could possibly have! He made more than enough...and now.... "Damn it! I should have known this would happen!" He punched his steering wheel only to hiss in pain. Pulling over, he opened his laptop and began looking through the businesses that were hiring.
Peyton had the door slammed on her again. "I need this job!" Still they shook their heads. She felt like screaming. Walking further down the street, she started again, going from place to place asking if they were hiring.
Sitting at home, he downed another soda, trying to drown his sorrows in its bubbly goodness. Every place that was hiring didn't pay enough to even cover the payment on this place. He would just have to start looking for ulterior things to do. Peyton sat on the bench in the park. The same one she had cried on the day before. Her hand went over her stomach as she once again was faced with a brick wall in life. She had been all over town. No one was hiring. At least, not her. It was an early night for Eli. Despite drinking copious amounts of caffeine, he went up to his room and passed out. Too depressed to even eat.
Peyton didn't come home. Instead, she went to a club and talked to one of the managers. She explained how desperate she was and that she was pregnant. They gave her options. Options she wished she wasn't forced to, but despite that, was thinking hard about it.
When Eli awoke in the morning, he was groggy and there was a can of soda stuck to his cheek. He stumbled and got up. He was going to be late for.... Oh...right. Peeling the soda can off his cheek, he let his stomach growl. Plopping down at his desk, he pulled up his laptop and tried to remember how to make a resume.
The manager handed Peyton five hundred dollars then patted her head with a smirked. "They pay big bucks for the pregnant women. Fetishes."
Peyton looked away. She wanted a shower. No, she wanted to die. Sticking the money in her pocket, she went home.
Eli heard the door shut downstairs. A part of him was still angry and pissed, but he was too doped up on caffeine to care. A small hiccup left his lips as he set another can down. "Peyton? That you?"
"Yeah," she said. "Sorry I'm late."
He got up and walked downstairs. "Where have you been?"
"Looking for a job."
"You find anything?"
"Yeah..." She put her bag down and started upstairs. "I'm tired. I'm going to get a shower and sleep. I feel really sick."
"Hold up. Where did you get a job at?"
"I'll tell you later," she said as she dropped her clothes in the bedroom and went to the bathroom.
He shrugged it off and grabbed some pop tarts and tossed them into the microwave. At least she was taking responsibility. After a shower, Peyton took the money and set it on the dresser then put her clothes in the dirty clothes basket. With a yawn, she crawled in bed and went to sleep.
Getting his best outfit out, he dressed and started hitting the streets looking for a job. He could already tell that it was going to be a long day. In the afternoon, Peyton made an early dinner for Eli and set it on the table with a note telling him she was working. Leaving, she went back to the club.
"Yo! Peyton. Where are you?" He sat down on the couch and hissed when he kicked his shoes off. Rubbing his poor feet, he looked around the house until he found her note.
Peyton shivered as a man ran his hands over her shoulders. It made her sick. She pushed his hands from her and glared at him. "Don't."
When she didn't come home later, he started to get worried, but she didn't have her cell phone and he still didn't know where she worked. He frowned and curled up on the couch. The sun came up and finally she came home with a few thousand in her pocket. Eli moaned when he felt her body press closely against his. "About time you got back."
She set the money on the table and nodded. "Go upstairs to bed. I need to get a shower then I'll join you."
He nodded slowly. Crawling off the couch, he made his way upstairs and then collapsed on the bed. Even in his stupor he noticed that she had brought home a lot of money for one night.... Another shower that took an hour and a small cry later, Peyton crawled in bed next to him, passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow. He wrapped his arms around her, his face nuzzling her neck even while he slept. When Peyton woke, she fell into routine. She made dinner for Eli then got dressed and headed out.
Since Eli slept most of the morning away, he was wide awake at night time. He'd still yet to hear back from his job applications, so he had nothing better to do than to sit and wait. He counted the money that she had brought home. All in all it was close to three thousand. Three thousand in two days. That had illegal written all over it. What in the hell was she doing? He frowned and tried to think. This time he was determined that he would stay up and talk to her when she got home!
Morning came and Peyton came home. She set a few thousand on the table and went for a shower. "Stop right there." She turned to him. "What is your job?" he demanded.
"I'm really tired, Eli. Can't we talk about this later?"
"No. Tell me. Are you selling drugs?"
"No."
He sighed in relief. "Good. Then what are you doing?" She reached in her pocket and handed him a card then walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He froze when he saw the card. "What the fuck!?" Peyton took a long shower like always then got out and dressed in her nightgown. "You're staying home tonight," Eli said with a glare when she joined him in bed.
"Why?"
"Uh...duh. You made me promise to be committed and all that junk. If I can't pay to sleep with people then you sure as hell can't let people pay to sleep with you!"
"It's the only job I could get. And the money is good. Five thousand in three days. If I keep at it, we won't have to worry about money for a long time."
"No. That's final."
"That's final? Are you my dad now?"
"No. I'm your husband."
"A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have care. In fact, you would have thought it was a great idea," she said as she rolled away from him.
"No I wouldn't. I'm very shallow. It's okay for me to do other people, but it's not okay for you to do other people. I have double standards."
"Too bad."
"There's nothing to it. We've been over this before during role-play. You're the bitch and I'm the master. I know why you're doing it, but just stop it. I'll be getting a job soon. The only way you're going to have sex with someone else is if its a hot girl or possibly a hot guy and I'm there to watch."
"No," she said. "As soon as you get a job, then I'll stop. Until then, I'm the source of income."
"No, you're not. It's the man's job to make the money and you're no man. Just forget about it and go to sleep."
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Eli."
"I'm telling you right now. Stop it."
"And I said too damn bad! We need to make money, Eli! I'm not having this child on the streets!"
He groaned. "Don't remind me about that. If you love getting fucked by other guy so damn much then fine. I know a lot of old acquaintances who would pay to fuck me as well. It will be just like old times." She said nothing. This marriage...was never going to work. That evening when she woke up, he got up as well and went to a black book. "You're still going to sell yourself for money?"
She said nothing and took the five thousand she made and walked out. "Peyton?" He groaned. What the fuck was the problem now? She's the one who has been selling herself behind his back, yet somehow he would be made out to be the villain in this. He just knew it.
Peyton went to work. She did extra jobs than normal. Most out of anger. And by morning, she got the thousands she had made and cried in the taxi. When she got home, Eli wasn't there. There was a note saying that he would be out late with a 'friend' and that he hoped she had fun at work. But she didn't go home. She spent the morning getting an apartment across the street from his building. She didn't want to go far. Mostly because once they were on their feet, she was sure they could try to work things out. At least she wanted to. Then again though...they never got along. And when they did, it was because they were fooling around.
"Peyton!" Eli winced as he walked. Moving hurt more than he thought. He needed to have a more active sex life. He'd grown soft thanks to Peyton. The house looked deserted, but all her clothes were still there. Where in the hell was she?
Peyton stood outside her apartment building nodding to someone about when rent was due and such. She didn't have money for furniture yet, but she had enough for an air mattress and a few things of instant food. A few more nights and she'll be able to start buying stuff for her two bedroom place.
A hand reached up and smacked her upside the back of the head. "You made me worry."
She winced. "Damn it, Eli. Don't hit me. I'm nauseous enough without you shaking me for kicks." She took the keys to her new apartment and ushered him to follow her inside.
"Well take some pills and get over the nausea. What the hell is all of this about?"
"I'm so glad you are so understanding about me carrying your child..." she rolled her eyes. He wasn't reading anything about the pregnancy... "My new apartment. Until we get on our feet, we'll just take a break. Think of it as your luck turning. You don't have to see me get fat. Though, I do hope we will still see each other and talk while doing this. It's just a break..."
He frowned as h looked around the place. "How fat are we talking about?"
"So this will be the baby's room. And this will be mine. I'll be saving money like crazy so I won't have to do any jobs when I have him or her. I don't want that kind of life near the baby."
"You completely ignored my question. How fat are you going to get? And why are you trying so hard to have sex with other people?"
"I'll gain thirty pounds. And I'm not trying hard...I just need the money..."
"Damn, you're going to be huge," he pouted. "But you don't need the money idiot."
She sighed. "Can we just not fight, Eli? I don't have the energy. I'm tired. My feet hurt and my back hurt and I have four hours until I go in."
"Can you quit complaining for a few minutes? It's not that bad. You haven't even got a pudge yet. Look, get your money back, come back home and forget about all this nonsense. I've still got that money in saving that will last until I find a job."
"It will go fast when we get baby things and food and rent."
"There are thrift stores and junk we can get for that. It's just a kid. It doesn't need anything special."
She smacked his head. "And this is why we need to separate for a while."
"Ow, what the hell was that for? It's the truth. It's not worth spending nice things on someone that can't even freaking appreciate them."
"Just leave, Eli. I want to sleep for a bit."
"No." He scooped her up and carried her out. "We're having sex."
"I don't want sex. And didn't you come back from sex like a few minutes ago?"
"Yeah, but I was receiving not giving. Big difference. Nine inches of difference."
"That's another reason why we should separate. You did that just to hurt me. I did it because we need the money."
"No, I did it so you would quit this ridiculous idea and it's been a while since I've been on the receiving end. There's a difference. A big one."
"So it's ok for you to get fucked by someone else if you haven't done it in a while?"
"Nope. Not at all. It's no more okay then you to be fucked by someone cause we need the money."
"Still...I do it because we need the money and you did it to hurt me."
"I didn't do it to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would. If you quit this nonsense about selling your body then I will remain faithful to you."
"You did it to hurt me, Eli. Because you enjoyed your time with that guy. In fact, you enjoyed it so much, I'm sure you did it more than once. I didn't enjoy my time at all. Not once. Not ever."
"Whatever, we're home now let's just drop it," he muttered, kicking his door closed and carrying her upstairs.
She sighed. Laying her down on the bed, he began to gently kiss her neck and shoulder while peeling her clothes off of her. She pushed him away. "Stop."
"Why? You're my wife and I want to have sex with you."
"I'm tired. And how can you think about sex with everything that's happened?"
"Simple. My ass hurts and it is making me horny. Sex addict, remember? And the fact that I haven't been with you since you've started your new job and I want to make you mine once more."
"I'm not going to do anything but lay here..."
"Why?"
"I'm tired. I was sure I said that."
"Then drink some soda. Have a cup of coffee."
"Do you have any idea what that does when I'm pregnant? You haven't read any of those papers you printed have you?"
"No," he admitted. "I kept hoping we would reach a different conclusion." She rolled away from him. He sighed and pulled her back. "Come on, Peyton. Don't go to work tonight. Just stay here with me."
"And do what? Pray that you will get a job soon? I lost your job, Eli. So I need to make ends meet by fixing it. I need the job, we need the job."
Eli nodded with a grin as he saw her. "Hello beautiful."
She smiled and set the basket down then hopped on his desk and pressed her lips to his. After a deep, steamy kiss she pulled back. "Hello." He didn't hear the hello. His eyes were already glazed over a large smile plastered on his rather goofy looking face after that. She patted his head then hopped off and started setting up things for lunch. "I went grocery shopping. Did you eat T.V. dinners the whole time I was gone? I threw them all out."
He shook his head to snap back to reality. "I've lived of T.V. dinners for most of my life."
"Well, not anymore," she said as she pushed his lunch to him.
His mouth was practically watering as he began to swallow it whole. "So good!"
"Hey slow down! You'll choke," she laughed. "And then you won't get dessert."
He grinned in between bites. "Dessert?" She motioned a dick in her mouth. He froze and looked at her skeptically. "You hate doing that...."
"Yeah. I hated you once too."
"You still do," he grinned.
"Just a little," she smirked as she ate.
He ate in record time. Clearing everything off of his plate as he sat back with a content sigh. Peyton however, too her time, digested everything and ate slowly. He pouted when she was taking so slow. He'd eaten fast so that they could have dessert and now she was taking her dear sweet time. Torture! That was what this was! Pure torture! After packing everything up, she smiled at him and got on her knees under his desk. Unzipping his zipper, she pulled out his cock and started licking it. He shuddered as her tongue ran over his aching cock. His hands caressed her cheeks, urging her forward, but knowing that she was going to take her time just to irk him. His eyes shot to his door when his boss came in.
"Eli, do you have the reports for the quarterly review?"
Peyton froze. She pulled back with wide eyes.
"Yes sir," he said slowly, shifting closer beneath his desk, pinning her there between his legs so his boss couldn't see her. He reached over and started rifling through his folders, hoping to get his boss out as quickly as possible.
Peyton hesitated. His cock was just staring at him. And this was such good pay back. Smirking, she started licking him again and running her fingers softly over it. Eli froze and gasped when she started licking again, his cock growing harder as he squirmed.
"Everything alright, Eli?" his boss asked.Eli just nodded and grabbed a file. "Here's the file sir," he said trying to keep his voice even while his hand reached beneath there trying to pull his cock from her. She slapped his hand away and took him fully in her mouth, sucking and bobbing. His eyes rolled back and his entire body went rigid. "Fuck."
"Excuse me?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, his hands slipping down and grabbing her cheeks, pulling at her face to stop while he squirmed. "N-nothing."
She bit his cock lightly in warning.
He whimpered and tugged more. She squeezed his balls and sucked harder. He gasped, his back arching and his boss glaring at him. "Eli! Is there someone under there?" he asked, storming over to his desk to glare down at her between his legs, her mouth full of his cock. Eli couldn't help it. It was that moment which his cock throbbed and unloaded in her mouth.
Peyton's eyes widened and she swallowed. She pulled back and crawled out from under the desk while wiping her mouth. "Um...hi... I'm Peyton, Eli's wife..."
His boss gave him a hard look. "I'm glad to hear that. I've given you one chance before, but no more, Eli. You're fired!" He slammed the report down on his desk and walked out, leaving Eli speechless.
Peyton's jaw dropped. "Holy shit..."
Eli glared at her, anger seeping from him as he pushed his cock back into his pants. "Bright fucking idea," he hissed, grabbing his coat and walking out.
She ran after him. "Eli! I'll talk to your boss!"
"No! You've done enough damage today."
"Please don't be like that! I had no idea you would be so...squirmy!"
"Gee, maybe that was why I was trying to stop you!"
She stopped walking after him and watched him get in the elevator alone. She turned her head to the boss's office and walked in. The boss was busy signing over the paperwork to get Eli thrown from the building. He was still fuming and muttering to himself when she appeared before him.
She placed her hand on the papers. "I'm trying to understand this. You fired him because his wife gave him a blow job on his break?"
"Among other reasons, I fired him because he was slipping back into his bad habits and I will not have a repeat of last time. Also, you were giving him a blow job on company time. Those 'breaks' he takes for lunch aren't sanctioned. Everyone eats while they work. Not to mention you were doing it in his office. Also, his performance for the past week has been atrocious. I've never seen such bad numbers. He improved today, but I won't suffer a weeks worth of bad results for a day's success."
"That's my fault though! I left him for a while because I got pregnant! If your wife left you, you would be a bit down too, right?"
"It doesn't matter. You're not suppose to let your personal life affect your work and he wears his heart on his sleeve. The next time you fight or leave it will be a repeat of this, and I won't risk my business because of it."
"So you would throw a soon to be father out on the streets? And after all the trouble he went through to get better for this job? He got married, settled down. He's starting a family and getting things on track. Wow..." she pulled back and shook her head. "Then again, if I had a boss like you...I would... You know what? Never mind." She waved it off.
"You would what?"
"Nothing. This is done. You've made your choice. Whatever," she said and walked to the door.
The boss shrugged and went back to filing the papers for Eli's termination. Peyton walked out and got in the elevator. What was she going to do now? She couldn't go home. Eli was too pissed. And soon...there wouldn't be a home to go to. She needed a job... But no one hired someone with her background. Being pregnant doesn't help.
Eli was pissed. No. Pissed was an understatement. That was the best job he could possibly have! He made more than enough...and now.... "Damn it! I should have known this would happen!" He punched his steering wheel only to hiss in pain. Pulling over, he opened his laptop and began looking through the businesses that were hiring.
Peyton had the door slammed on her again. "I need this job!" Still they shook their heads. She felt like screaming. Walking further down the street, she started again, going from place to place asking if they were hiring.
Sitting at home, he downed another soda, trying to drown his sorrows in its bubbly goodness. Every place that was hiring didn't pay enough to even cover the payment on this place. He would just have to start looking for ulterior things to do. Peyton sat on the bench in the park. The same one she had cried on the day before. Her hand went over her stomach as she once again was faced with a brick wall in life. She had been all over town. No one was hiring. At least, not her. It was an early night for Eli. Despite drinking copious amounts of caffeine, he went up to his room and passed out. Too depressed to even eat.
Peyton didn't come home. Instead, she went to a club and talked to one of the managers. She explained how desperate she was and that she was pregnant. They gave her options. Options she wished she wasn't forced to, but despite that, was thinking hard about it.
When Eli awoke in the morning, he was groggy and there was a can of soda stuck to his cheek. He stumbled and got up. He was going to be late for.... Oh...right. Peeling the soda can off his cheek, he let his stomach growl. Plopping down at his desk, he pulled up his laptop and tried to remember how to make a resume.
The manager handed Peyton five hundred dollars then patted her head with a smirked. "They pay big bucks for the pregnant women. Fetishes."
Peyton looked away. She wanted a shower. No, she wanted to die. Sticking the money in her pocket, she went home.
Eli heard the door shut downstairs. A part of him was still angry and pissed, but he was too doped up on caffeine to care. A small hiccup left his lips as he set another can down. "Peyton? That you?"
"Yeah," she said. "Sorry I'm late."
He got up and walked downstairs. "Where have you been?"
"Looking for a job."
"You find anything?"
"Yeah..." She put her bag down and started upstairs. "I'm tired. I'm going to get a shower and sleep. I feel really sick."
"Hold up. Where did you get a job at?"
"I'll tell you later," she said as she dropped her clothes in the bedroom and went to the bathroom.
He shrugged it off and grabbed some pop tarts and tossed them into the microwave. At least she was taking responsibility. After a shower, Peyton took the money and set it on the dresser then put her clothes in the dirty clothes basket. With a yawn, she crawled in bed and went to sleep.
Getting his best outfit out, he dressed and started hitting the streets looking for a job. He could already tell that it was going to be a long day. In the afternoon, Peyton made an early dinner for Eli and set it on the table with a note telling him she was working. Leaving, she went back to the club.
"Yo! Peyton. Where are you?" He sat down on the couch and hissed when he kicked his shoes off. Rubbing his poor feet, he looked around the house until he found her note.
Peyton shivered as a man ran his hands over her shoulders. It made her sick. She pushed his hands from her and glared at him. "Don't."
When she didn't come home later, he started to get worried, but she didn't have her cell phone and he still didn't know where she worked. He frowned and curled up on the couch. The sun came up and finally she came home with a few thousand in her pocket. Eli moaned when he felt her body press closely against his. "About time you got back."
She set the money on the table and nodded. "Go upstairs to bed. I need to get a shower then I'll join you."
He nodded slowly. Crawling off the couch, he made his way upstairs and then collapsed on the bed. Even in his stupor he noticed that she had brought home a lot of money for one night.... Another shower that took an hour and a small cry later, Peyton crawled in bed next to him, passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow. He wrapped his arms around her, his face nuzzling her neck even while he slept. When Peyton woke, she fell into routine. She made dinner for Eli then got dressed and headed out.
Since Eli slept most of the morning away, he was wide awake at night time. He'd still yet to hear back from his job applications, so he had nothing better to do than to sit and wait. He counted the money that she had brought home. All in all it was close to three thousand. Three thousand in two days. That had illegal written all over it. What in the hell was she doing? He frowned and tried to think. This time he was determined that he would stay up and talk to her when she got home!
Morning came and Peyton came home. She set a few thousand on the table and went for a shower. "Stop right there." She turned to him. "What is your job?" he demanded.
"I'm really tired, Eli. Can't we talk about this later?"
"No. Tell me. Are you selling drugs?"
"No."
He sighed in relief. "Good. Then what are you doing?" She reached in her pocket and handed him a card then walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He froze when he saw the card. "What the fuck!?" Peyton took a long shower like always then got out and dressed in her nightgown. "You're staying home tonight," Eli said with a glare when she joined him in bed.
"Why?"
"Uh...duh. You made me promise to be committed and all that junk. If I can't pay to sleep with people then you sure as hell can't let people pay to sleep with you!"
"It's the only job I could get. And the money is good. Five thousand in three days. If I keep at it, we won't have to worry about money for a long time."
"No. That's final."
"That's final? Are you my dad now?"
"No. I'm your husband."
"A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have care. In fact, you would have thought it was a great idea," she said as she rolled away from him.
"No I wouldn't. I'm very shallow. It's okay for me to do other people, but it's not okay for you to do other people. I have double standards."
"Too bad."
"There's nothing to it. We've been over this before during role-play. You're the bitch and I'm the master. I know why you're doing it, but just stop it. I'll be getting a job soon. The only way you're going to have sex with someone else is if its a hot girl or possibly a hot guy and I'm there to watch."
"No," she said. "As soon as you get a job, then I'll stop. Until then, I'm the source of income."
"No, you're not. It's the man's job to make the money and you're no man. Just forget about it and go to sleep."
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Eli."
"I'm telling you right now. Stop it."
"And I said too damn bad! We need to make money, Eli! I'm not having this child on the streets!"
He groaned. "Don't remind me about that. If you love getting fucked by other guy so damn much then fine. I know a lot of old acquaintances who would pay to fuck me as well. It will be just like old times." She said nothing. This marriage...was never going to work. That evening when she woke up, he got up as well and went to a black book. "You're still going to sell yourself for money?"
She said nothing and took the five thousand she made and walked out. "Peyton?" He groaned. What the fuck was the problem now? She's the one who has been selling herself behind his back, yet somehow he would be made out to be the villain in this. He just knew it.
Peyton went to work. She did extra jobs than normal. Most out of anger. And by morning, she got the thousands she had made and cried in the taxi. When she got home, Eli wasn't there. There was a note saying that he would be out late with a 'friend' and that he hoped she had fun at work. But she didn't go home. She spent the morning getting an apartment across the street from his building. She didn't want to go far. Mostly because once they were on their feet, she was sure they could try to work things out. At least she wanted to. Then again though...they never got along. And when they did, it was because they were fooling around.
"Peyton!" Eli winced as he walked. Moving hurt more than he thought. He needed to have a more active sex life. He'd grown soft thanks to Peyton. The house looked deserted, but all her clothes were still there. Where in the hell was she?
Peyton stood outside her apartment building nodding to someone about when rent was due and such. She didn't have money for furniture yet, but she had enough for an air mattress and a few things of instant food. A few more nights and she'll be able to start buying stuff for her two bedroom place.
A hand reached up and smacked her upside the back of the head. "You made me worry."
She winced. "Damn it, Eli. Don't hit me. I'm nauseous enough without you shaking me for kicks." She took the keys to her new apartment and ushered him to follow her inside.
"Well take some pills and get over the nausea. What the hell is all of this about?"
"I'm so glad you are so understanding about me carrying your child..." she rolled her eyes. He wasn't reading anything about the pregnancy... "My new apartment. Until we get on our feet, we'll just take a break. Think of it as your luck turning. You don't have to see me get fat. Though, I do hope we will still see each other and talk while doing this. It's just a break..."
He frowned as h looked around the place. "How fat are we talking about?"
"So this will be the baby's room. And this will be mine. I'll be saving money like crazy so I won't have to do any jobs when I have him or her. I don't want that kind of life near the baby."
"You completely ignored my question. How fat are you going to get? And why are you trying so hard to have sex with other people?"
"I'll gain thirty pounds. And I'm not trying hard...I just need the money..."
"Damn, you're going to be huge," he pouted. "But you don't need the money idiot."
She sighed. "Can we just not fight, Eli? I don't have the energy. I'm tired. My feet hurt and my back hurt and I have four hours until I go in."
"Can you quit complaining for a few minutes? It's not that bad. You haven't even got a pudge yet. Look, get your money back, come back home and forget about all this nonsense. I've still got that money in saving that will last until I find a job."
"It will go fast when we get baby things and food and rent."
"There are thrift stores and junk we can get for that. It's just a kid. It doesn't need anything special."
She smacked his head. "And this is why we need to separate for a while."
"Ow, what the hell was that for? It's the truth. It's not worth spending nice things on someone that can't even freaking appreciate them."
"Just leave, Eli. I want to sleep for a bit."
"No." He scooped her up and carried her out. "We're having sex."
"I don't want sex. And didn't you come back from sex like a few minutes ago?"
"Yeah, but I was receiving not giving. Big difference. Nine inches of difference."
"That's another reason why we should separate. You did that just to hurt me. I did it because we need the money."
"No, I did it so you would quit this ridiculous idea and it's been a while since I've been on the receiving end. There's a difference. A big one."
"So it's ok for you to get fucked by someone else if you haven't done it in a while?"
"Nope. Not at all. It's no more okay then you to be fucked by someone cause we need the money."
"Still...I do it because we need the money and you did it to hurt me."
"I didn't do it to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would. If you quit this nonsense about selling your body then I will remain faithful to you."
"You did it to hurt me, Eli. Because you enjoyed your time with that guy. In fact, you enjoyed it so much, I'm sure you did it more than once. I didn't enjoy my time at all. Not once. Not ever."
"Whatever, we're home now let's just drop it," he muttered, kicking his door closed and carrying her upstairs.
She sighed. Laying her down on the bed, he began to gently kiss her neck and shoulder while peeling her clothes off of her. She pushed him away. "Stop."
"Why? You're my wife and I want to have sex with you."
"I'm tired. And how can you think about sex with everything that's happened?"
"Simple. My ass hurts and it is making me horny. Sex addict, remember? And the fact that I haven't been with you since you've started your new job and I want to make you mine once more."
"I'm not going to do anything but lay here..."
"Why?"
"I'm tired. I was sure I said that."
"Then drink some soda. Have a cup of coffee."
"Do you have any idea what that does when I'm pregnant? You haven't read any of those papers you printed have you?"
"No," he admitted. "I kept hoping we would reach a different conclusion." She rolled away from him. He sighed and pulled her back. "Come on, Peyton. Don't go to work tonight. Just stay here with me."
"And do what? Pray that you will get a job soon? I lost your job, Eli. So I need to make ends meet by fixing it. I need the job, we need the job."