Rob's Revenge Ch. 02

It was all a shock to me, but the biggest shock to me was finding out something that never in my wildest imagination would I have thought. The baby that Samantha had been carrying was not mine. The baby had been black. Suddenly I remembered the looks of pity that I had gotten from the workers at the hospital. It wasn't because Samantha couldn't have any more children. It was because they pitied the poor clueless husband.

I was sitting there staring at the report when Barrington came back into the room. He sat down opposite me and then sat there watching me. After a bit he said:

"I'm sorry that I had to be the one to ruin your memories of your wife, but unfortunately I not the kind of person who when accused of something just shrugs and walks away. All I did where Sammi was concerned is take what was offered."

I sat there staring at the report and finally he said, "Are you all right?"

I looked up at him and said, "If it was your wife and you read this would you be all right?"

"Probably not."

"This comes as a total shock. I knew about what she was doing here and I'd all ready left her over it, but the rest of it? I had no idea. The part about the baby? She was playing me for a sucker even back then. We had to get married because she told me I had gotten her pregnant and all the time it was some other asshole."

"Maybe, but then again maybe not. Maybe she did think it was yours."

I stood up and he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have some serious thinking to do."

"What about Constance?"

"I just said it; I have some serious thinking to do. Would you please have your secretary call me a cab?"

"No need. Terry is downstairs waiting for you."

I sensed he wanted to say more, but he kept silent.

Terry stood up when I got to the lobby and headed for the door. The ride back to the job site was silent and I stared out the passenger's side window and thought. The mornings events had blunted the hatred I'd felt toward Barrington. Finding out that he hadn't done what Samantha had said had changed things. Connie was pregnant because of my hatred of her father because of what I had believed that he had done.

By the time we got back to the job site I knew what I had to do. It wasn't going to be pleasant, but it would have to be done. After making sure that the crew chief was up to speed on the plans I got in my car and told out my cell and called Barrington. This time I was put right through. Once I got him on the phone I asked:

"How is your relationship with your daughter? Specifically, how would she take knowing that you were fucking my wife?"

"Why?"

"Just humor me."

"It would probably upset her, but it would come as no surprise. She knows that I haven't had sexual relations with her mother in over ten years and no, the why of it isn't any of your business."

"I don't need to know anyway. I need the CDs and the detectives report. Can I pick them up this afternoon?"

"Why do you want them?"

"If your daughter wants to marry me after I go over them with her you will have gained a son in law."

"Is that really necessary? That you go over them with her?"

"It is to me. I won't go forward with her until I have done it."

"I'll have the package waiting for you at the front desk. All I ask is that you.....never mind. The stuff will be there."

I took a deep breath and called Connie. I got her voice mail. I left the message that we needed to talk face to face and that I'd be home after six. I swung by Barrington Industries and picked up the package and went home.

At six I expected my doorbell to ring, but it didn't. Seven came and went without Connie showing up or calling so I decided that she didn't want to talk and I decided to go out and get a bite to eat. I was just opening the door when Connie walked up to it.

"Sorry I'm late, but I forgot and left my phone at home on the charger and I didn't get your message until twenty minutes ago. Why the rush now when you have been avoiding me for weeks?"

"It isn't a rush. If you hadn't shown up tonight I would have called you again tomorrow."

I stepped aside and said, "Please come in."

She came in and I led her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her and then I got a glass and poured some white wine which was her usual alcoholic drink of choice. I popped the top on a long neck and sat down opposite her.

"I'm going to tell you a story. You are not going to like certain parts of it, but it has to be done."

I proceeded to tell her about Samantha and how she had cheated on me and how she had blamed it on Robert Barrington and what he did to her. I only covered the period that Samantha had worked for Barrington Industries and then I said:

"I promised myself that I would get even with the man who caused my wife to cheat on me. I believed that man to be your father and I set out to hurt him the only way I knew how given my limited resources. I knew how socially conscious he was and I figured he would be shamed in his social circles if he ended up with a pregnant unmarried daughter so I deliberately set out to woo you, impregnate you and then send you home to daddy.

"I probably never would have been able to do it without the help of the guy who fed you that date rape drug because I really believed you meant it when you said you wouldn't have sex until you were married. But he did prime you for me and I did get you pregnant on either that night or later ones."

"You bastard!! You did it to me on purpose."

"Yes I did. Today your father had me visit him at his office and while I didn't admit anything to him I accused he of doing something very bad and when he challenged my accusation I told him I had no trouble believing what I'd said because a man capable of seducing and then screwing another man's wife was capable of doing anything.

"He asked me what I meant by that and I told him what my wife had confessed to. He told me that I was wrong and then he showed me the proof. I want you to play these CDs and read this report. I'm going to go sit in the spare bedroom and when you are done and you still want to talk to me come and knock on the door."

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and I opened it and we went back into the kitchen. I refilled her wine glass and she took a sip and then said:

"Why did you want me to see that?"

"It wasn't so you could see your dad doing things; it was so you could see what my wife was doing. When I found out what she was doing I confronted her and she told me that she was fed date rape drugs, given to friends of your father's and that he filmed it and threatened to send me the film if she didn't do what he wanted. I firmly believed that she was cheating on me because of your father and I set out to get revenge on him. I didn't have the money and power that your father had so I went after him the only way I could think of that wouldn't have me ending up in a jail cell. I went at him through you.

"As you saw from the report and how she behaved on the CDs she lied to me. She lied to me and I went after your father to take my revenge. It is important to me that you see why I did what I did. I do not expect you to accept my reasoning and what I did, but I do hope that you at least have some understanding of the why.

"That said and given what you now know it is time for you to think about making some decisions. I will step up and take on my responsibilities as the father of your child, but you will need to decide the form that responsibility takes. I will of course marry you, but you have to decide if you want to married to a man who could do what I have done. If you do decide to marry and give the child legitimacy you have to decide what kind of marriage it will be."

"What does that mean? What kind of marriage?"

"I honestly can't see where you would want anything to do with me under the circumstances so you might decide you only want to appear to be happily married in public and you might prefer separate quarters when we are at home. You may decide that you would rather be an unmarried mother than have to marry me. If we do marry you will have to decide how long you want it to last. Six months after the baby comes? A year? You might decide to marry me and then divorce me after two or three months. That way you won't be saddled with me and you will have avoided the tag of un-wed mother and the satin that goes with it. These are all decisions that you have to make."

"So you never cared for me at all. I was just the vehicle you used to get at my father."

"That isn't true. I did have feelings for you. Strong feelings. Unfortunately my feelings for you were overpowered by my hatred of your father."

She stared at me in silence for almost a minute and then she said, "I'll need a list of whom you want to invite to the wedding. I'm not quite sure how quick it will be, but I'm sure that my mother is going to want it to happen before I begin to show. You are going to need to clear your schedule. It will be necessary that we be seen in public as a couple. This Saturday there is a charity event that will be well attended by the social set that you intended to embarrass my father in front of. I will get you a list of other events we will need to attend. You will need a tux for two of them."

She stood up and said, "I'll call you tomorrow with the details for Saturday. No need to see me out. I know the way."

That of course was pure sarcasm as you could see the apartment door from the table where we were sitting. When she reached the door she turned and said:

"We will need to start looking for a suitable house. I'm afraid I'm just not an apartment person."

And then she was gone and just like that I had a fiancée.

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The next day I stopped by a jewelry store and bought the rings and when I got home I opened the Yellow Pages and found a place where I could buy a tux. They had a full page ad and it said "Call for a fitting" so I called and made an appointment. I'd no sooner got off the phone from talking to them when the phone rang. It was Connie calling with the details of the Saturday event.

"And I'll need your list as soon as possible. My mother picked a date six weeks away."

"I'll give it to you on Saturday."

I was surprised that she was still sharing the apartment with Harriet and Gwen. I would have thought that when she graduated she would have gotten a place of her own. Luckily neither one was there when I picked Connie up. I really didn't want to face Harriet after using her the way I had. Once in the car I handed her the engagement ring I'd bought her and she looked at it for a bit and then slid it on her finger. Not a romantic moment by any means, but there wasn't any romance in the situation to begin with.

I met Connie's mother for the first time and she seemed like a lovely lady. She was surprisingly friendly with me considering the circumstances and we discussed the coming wedding.

"The quickness of it will cause questions, but it won't be the first time a couple had to do things in a hurry. You must come see me some time when we can talk longer and in private."

I told her that I would, but I wasn't all that sure that I meant it. I knew that one of the things she was going to want to talk about was why I was marrying her daughter after going out of my way to deny paternity of Connie's child and I didn't want her to know why and I didn't want to make up some lie to tell her that I'd have to try and remember.

Her father acted toward me like we'd never had that conversation in his office. I met a ton of important people most of whose names I wouldn't remember come the next day. It was a pleasant evening and I didn't embarrass myself or Connie. Connie was well known and quite popular. She was asked a dozen times and she always looked to me to see if it was all right and I'd nod a yes.

On the drive home Connie said, "My mother likes you."

"I suppose there is no accounting for taste."

"You don't understand. My mother has never, and I do mean never, liked any of the guys I've dated and introduced to her."

"Your mother is well aware of the circumstances under which we are getting married and she has decided to make the best of it."

"Oh no; I know my mom and I can tell. She really likes you and I don't mind telling you that it surprises the hell put of me."

I made the turn to take her home and she asked, "Where are you going? This isn't the way to your place."

"My place?"

"I can't fuck you with my roommates around so yes, your place."

I glanced over at her and she said, "Don't look at me like that. You like sex and we are getting married and since you have already knocked me up and I like sex it is only natural that we get it on."

Get it on? Knocked me up? The word "fuck?" She never used to talk like that. I wondered what other surprises she had for me. I hung a u-turn and headed for my apartment. Connie was shedding clothes even as we walked in the door. She headed straight for the bedroom and was naked and spread out on the bed when I finally got my clothes off..

"Eat me" she commanded and I wondered about that. Before she had always followed my lead and she had never before told me what to do. I shrugged and got down to do it and found the next surprise she had for me. As soon as my mouth was on her pussy I knew that I was following someone else. I raised my head and looked at her and she had a smile on her face.

"Suck him out of me darling. It is your punishment for the hell that you put me through. Clean him out of me and then you can fill me back up."

It wouldn't be the first time for me and I knew that it wouldn't kill me. I remembered a gangbang at a frat house and a hundred dollar bet and a dare that I wouldn't eat the girl after she was banged. I took the bet and she had liked it so much that she had given me her phone number and made me promise to call, but I never did.

I looked into Connie's smiling face and then went to work. As I licked and slurped she told me how she had snuck away during the party and allowed herself to be fucked.

"Twice baby. I took two loads tonight." She paused and then said, "From two different guys."

She moaned and pushed her cunt up my face. "That's it baby; that's just right. Suck all of them out of meeeeeeee" she yelled as she came. She grabbed my head and held it tight against her until the shaking slacked off and she came down. I pulled my face away from her, pulled and pushed until I got her in the doggie position and then I rammed my cock into her cunt and started banging. No making love there. Oh no; it was just a hard cock plowing a slut to get itself off. As I pounded her she was pushing back and moaning out a long string of "Yessss, yesss, yessss" and she must have cum two or three times before I shot my wad into her.

I wasn't through with her though. I pushed her over onto her back and moved up and pushed my cock at her mouth. She had never sucked me before and she held her lips hard together. I reached out and pinched her right nipple and when she yelped at the pain I pushed my cock into her open mouth. I grabbed her head and held it tight as I snarled:

"Suck it whore and get it hard again."

And she did. She had never sucked me before, but when she started it was obvious to me that she had learned to give them on some one. When she had me hard I got her back on her hands and knees and rammed her cunt again. I stroked into her long enough to get wet and then I pulled out and before she knew what was happening I rammed my cock into her ass. I expected her to scream and try to get away as I popped in, but she surprised me again. There was no scream. She grunted and then said:

"That's just plain nasty. You could have at least prepared me."

"Fuck that shit! You act like a whore I treat you like a whore" and I fucked her hard.

She was shoving her ass back at me and she started talking. I'd never done her anally before and I got my next surprise.

"Like my shitter? Like fucking my shit hole? I've had bigger than you in there. Go ahead; pond my shitter. Pack my fudge. Be the big man. Make the little girl suffer. Do I look like I'm suffering? Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard."

I pounded her as hard as I could and I gave her an orgasm. It was a first for me. I'd done anal before, but I'd never seen a girl have an orgasm from butt fucking. Thirty seconds after Connie had hers I got mine, but I wasn't done with Connie yet.

I don't know how I knew it, but I knew that the evening was going to be a defining moment for us. As soon as my cock blasted its load into her bowels I pulled it out of her ass and quickly, before she had a clue as to what was coming, I grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head around and shoved my slime covered cock in her mouth. I held her head so she couldn't get away and then I fucked her face until my cock went soft. When I was limp I let go of her head and she scrambled off the bed and ran for the bathroom. I smiled as I heard her tossing her cookies. It was a good ten minutes before she came back into the room.

"You bastard!!! You rotten fucking bastard!! That was filthy and fucking disgusting! What kind of man are you?"

"The kind of man who isn't going to put up with your shit! It was an object lesson for you. You want to act like a slut -- a stupid whore -- go do it, but when you do I'll treat you like one. Call it setting the ground rules. You are your own person and you get to make your own choices as to what you want to do. If you intend to go into this marriage intending to play around on the side whenever you feel like it so be it. It is simple enough. Keep it discrete and don't do anything that will humiliate me or disrespect me in public or in front of people we know. Act like a fiancée and a wife and be treated like a fiancée and a wife. Act like a slut and a whore and I'll treat you like a slut and a whore.

"And you need to understand this. When you act like a slut the people you get slutty with are going to smirk and laugh at me behind my back. I will eventually find out who they are and I will take vengeance on them and that starts now. Who are the two who fucked you tonight knowing that you are my fiancée?"

She looked away and then said, "I lied. There was only one and I'm not telling you who he is. All you need to know is that he and I kept company for a while after you turned your back on me. Tonight was a thanks for being there for me goodbye fuck. Now what?"

"What do you mean "Now what?"

"It was my intention to wear you out tonight, but the mood has changed."

"Fuck a bunch of moods! You started us out on a slut-whore night so I'll keep it going. On your hands and knees bitch."

She looked like she wanted to or was going to say something, but then changed her mind and assumed the position. I nailed her twice more that night before I couldn't go again.

I started to dress so I could take her home and she asked me what I was doing so I told her.

"I'm not going anywhere. We need to get used to waking up together."

Waking up with her was an experience in itself. I didn't think she could get twice more out of me following our night, but she managed.

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For the next three weeks she spent two or three nights a week at my place and we spent our week ends looking at houses. We found a few that I liked, but she didn't and a few that she liked and that I didn't. She was thinking big like where she had grown up and I was looking for something smaller and with in my budget. I wasn't worried much about the cost as I still had a lot of the insurance money in the bank, but the maintenance and upkeep on some of the houses Connie wanted would have wiped me out. I didn't need a four car garage, tennis courts, stables and lots of acreage. A simple three or four bedroom with an in ground pool and a hot tub was more my style.