Page 68 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
‘’Hey um, before you run off Taylor I just want to use this quiet moment between us both, and apologize like a gentleman to you for my inappropriate behavior that night at The Good Bar’’ said Skipp looking meekly at me ‘’it’s no secret I’m a flirtatious whore sometimes when I’ve got alcohol in me’’ he laughed, and I tiptoed up and hugged him tight which I could see from his humbled expression he wasn’t expecting ‘’all is forgiven silly’’ I smiled up at him ‘’to be honest I was less offended and more taken aback’’ I told him honestly ‘’either way, all water under the bridge’’ I smiled again, and Skipp lowered his eyes with a grateful nod, before raising them again and smiling warmly at me also ‘’in fact, I’d like my next picture to be of the two of us’’ I grinned holding him close, and with his silver hair and face pressed next to mine, Skipp playfully dipped down to my level smiling his huge Cheshire cat grin into my camera phone, as I took a selfie of us both.
‘’Good shot, I look hot as always’’ he grinned wider making me laugh, and with a big ‘’mwah!’’ peck on my cheek, Skipp sauntered off to go mingle among the crowd, leaving me to take my time filling my camera with every pretty sight my eyes caught, of the glamourous party around me.
HUDSON POV:
‘’She’s a cute one Hudson, where did you two meet again?’’ Michael Ford, an old work friend of mine said, cornering me in the gents while I was washing my hands.
‘’Nowhere you’d know’’ I winked in good reverential standing, and grabbed a few hand towels on my way out the restroom.
‘’Well does she have any single friends? Marianne’s boring the fuck out of me these days’’ he laughed, and I could tell he was already past the point of tipsy, and will probably feel rather bad in the sober light of day, for saying something negative like that about his wife of 20 years. Yep, that’s what people in my circle often get like when drunk. I was used to it I guess, but now that I was with Taylor, I found it hard to overlook comments like that without a frown.
‘’You’re a married man Mike, remember that’’ I turned and patted him on the shoulder, before politely exiting out the restroom so I could hurry back to my sweetheart.
‘’Well hello there stranger…’’
I turned at the voice, and felt both my legs instantly stiffen beneath me…how the fuck much did I have to drink already tonight?? I thought blinking my eyes a few times in confusion.
‘’You look surprised to see me’’ Jessica smiled, slow walking her long legs towards me in the tight floor-length red satin dress she was wearing, one with a long split clean up over her hip, with little to no imagination as to whether underwear was an accompaniment of her outfit.
It was clear her attire also lacked a brassiere, as her breasts sat like sculptured mounds through the top half of the dress that my first paycheck went into buying.
Her silky long blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders and arms, as she slinked her way through passers-by towards me. Before I knew what was happening I found myself cornered once again by company I didn’t invite, this time against the mirror outside the gent's restroom with her hands pressed lightly against my chest, and far too many eyes on us not to raise instant suspicion…
‘’Say something’’ she smiled, her caramel-scented lip gloss and evocative perfume dizzying me into a confused tailspin, as her hands smoothed themselves further up my chest, and she leaned in close leaving a trademark imprint of her gloss pouted lips against my cheek.
‘’Wha-what are you doing here? This is a private party’’ I could hardly get my words out, shock was literally paralyzing me stupid right now. For fucking real, WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE?? It had been over eight whole years since I’d seen her last!
The surface of pain was still there sparking away like a live wire, as were the now confused eyes of men and women around me, each entering and exiting the restroom area with curious looks on their faces, as to why one-half of the couple whose party this event was being thrown for tonight, was now in the jungled clutches of another woman.
I didn’t care for their judgmental expressions, but Taylors I did. I couldn’t have her seeing Jessica, or Jessica seeing her. I needed to diffuse this situation, and now.
‘’Come with me’’ I said, and with eyes still watching us, I dragged Jessica by the arm and out through a fire escape door to my left.
TAYLOR POV:
‘’So beauty queen, how was your weekend getaway?’’ and I turned my head to see Skipp noisily stumbling his way out onto the beautiful backdoor balcony where I was stood, a half glass of white wine in one hand and its bottle in the other. I slipped my phone back into my purse which I’d been using to snap extra pics of The Dome, and went over to assist him before he fell over his two drunken left feet.
‘’Oh I see, that good huh?’’ grinned Skipp, not so drunk to notice the quiet smile twinkling my eyes when thinking back to the magical weekend spent at the mansion, as he drunkenly set his bottle on a nearby table and stood looking at me with a curious grin, while sipping down the last of what was left in the glass.
‘’Better’’ I slanted my eyes up at him still smiling.
‘’Well don’t keep me in the dark darling, do share’’ he grinned wider.
‘’No no, a lady never tells her weekend secrets’’ I winked, and sniggered with laughter at the cute pout face Skipp gave me.
‘’Fine, I’ll just have to press Avery again then’’ he chuckled, and picked back up his bottle of wine topping his glass full to the brim ‘’speaking of, where is Mr. Miami Vice? Thought he’d be here all cuddled up with you’’
‘’Yeah I thought so too, but he hasn’t returned yet. I don’t know, maybe there’s a queue for the restroom or something. I’m sure he’ll be back in a bit though’’ I said, and took my phone from my purse again to snap the pretty red dress of a woman I could see entering onto the grounds below us….wait, what??
I stood staring stunned, not sure if my eyes were deceiving me, or if that really was Hudson I could see down there with her…what the actual fuck? Who is that??
What was even stranger, and I couldn’t yet be sure, but it appeared there were a string of harsh words being exchanged between the two, dare I say synonymous even of a lover’s tiff.
What the fuck is happening?!
I of course didn’t want to be seen spying on them, but at the same time, I desperately wanted to know what was going on. My eyes stared out wide again over the stoned balcony top, painfully craning my neck trying to hear exactly what was being said between Hudson and the sexy blonde in the red dress, both of who now appeared to be consciously staying hidden out of view around a side corner where a tall brick wall was.
‘’Uh oh, look who’s back in town’’ sang a slightly tipsy Skipp, snuggling himself up close to me with his alcohol breath and heavy cologne polluting my airwaves ‘’she’s beautiful isn’t she?’’ he said chugging his wine now from out the bottle, as he too stood staring down at the beautiful blonde Hudson appeared so deep in conversation with.
