Chapter 216: Fuck me

Jerry's expression tightened.

The woman looked completely shattered.

"Come on, ma'am," he said gently. "I'll take you to him." It was a lie, but it was the only thing he could think of to get her safely inside.

The moment she heard those words, Derby nodded obediently.

"Okay."

She allowed him to guide her toward the house.

Every few steps she stumbled. Every few steps she mumbled Lucas's name. The sound became harder and harder to listen to.

By the time they reached her bedroom, Jerry was exhausted. He pushed the door open. The room was dark, quiet and empty. Exactly the opposite of what Derby wanted.

The moment they stepped inside, she looked around. Confusion appeared on her face.

"Lucas?"

No answer.

Her eyes began filling with tears again. "Lucas..."

Jerry carefully helped her sit on the edge of the bed. "Ma'am, you should get some rest."

But Derby suddenly grabbed his wrist. The strength in her grip surprised him.

"Don't leave, please fuck me."

Jerry froze.

"Ma'am, I…"

"Please, stay with me." Her voice cracked.

For that moment, the alcohol and her pain mixed and she wasn't ready to let Jerry go.

"I don't want to be alone." She crushed her lips against Jerry's, taking him unaware.

Jerry pulled away quickly. “Damn it ma'am, this isn't right.”

“Come on Lucas please, don't leave me.” She held Jerry tight.

“Ma'am, you're drunk. I'm not Lucas. I’m Jerry”

Derby encircled her arms around his waist holding him tighter to her. “Jerry don't go, please.”

Jerry stared in surprise. “You know it's me?”

She leaned on his chest. “Yes, Jerry, please fuck me.”

"Ma'am, you're drunk."

"I'm not, I'm not just fine. Fuck me, please."

A tear slipped down her cheek. "I've ruined everything."

The confession hung heavily in the room. Jerry didn't know what to say.

“Come on guy, ma'am want some fuck, just give it to her after all you said she is pretty.” Marvis said from the door, winking at him.

A sign to go ahead.

To their surprise, Derby chuckled, “You see Marvis get the point, come on, hmm, fuck me.”

She crashed her mouth against Jerry’s again. This time Jerry responded with hotter kisses. It escalated and in the next minute, Jerry was pounding into her as she screamed for more.

By the next morning, the pounding in Derby's head was unbearable.

She groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

For a brief moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then reality came crashing down. The unfamiliar weight beside her. The smell, the memory.

Her eyes widened. Every trace of sleep vanished instantly. She looked at the person beside her.

Jerry was lying beside her, still sleeping soundly. The events of the previous night returned in broken fragments. The wine. The loneliness.

The desperation. The tears, and then, she… Jerry…

Derby's stomach twisted violently.

"No..."

She shot upright. Her breathing became uneven.

"No. No. No."

Jerry stirred awake at the sound of her voice. The moment he opened his eyes and saw her expression, his face tightened.

For several seconds, neither of them spoke. The silence was suffocating.

Then Derby swung her legs off the bed and stood. Her entire body trembled with anger, shame and regret.

She couldn't even look at him.

"What have you done?"

Jerry frowned. "What?"

"What the heck have you done?" she repeated, louder this time.

"Derby…"

"Don't you dare say my name!"

Her voice cracked through the room.

Jerry sat up. "You were drunk."

The words only made her angrier.

"Exactly!" She spun toward him.

"I was drunk!"

The accusation in her eyes hit him immediately.

Jerry stood. "You know that's not what happened."

Derby looked away, because part of her knew it wasn't. And that only made everything worse.

"I didn't force you to do anything."

"Stop talking."

"You were the one who made me…"

"Stop talking!" The scream echoed through the bedroom walls.

Jerry fell silent.

Derby pressed both hands against her face. Tears threatened to spill.

Lucas.

The thought of him felt like a knife twisting inside her chest. Just yesterday she had been crying because she was afraid of losing him.

Now this. She had done the one thing she could never take back.

"I hate this." Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"I fucking hate this."

Jerry's expression hardened.

"You can be angry."

"I'm furious."

"Yeah, I et it, but don't stand there pretending I took advantage of you, because I didn't."

Derby looked up sharply, her eyes glaring.

Jerry continued.

"You kept asking me to stay."

"Stop."

"You wouldn't let me leave."

"I said stop!"

"No, I can’t. You encouraged me every time I tried to walk away. You kept screaming, Jerry fuck me harder."

“Will you fucking shut your mouth,” she screamed angrily and covered her face with her hands shamefully.

The truth landed like a slap, and

Derby hated hearing it. She remembered enough to know he wasn't lying. That made the shame ten times worse.

Tears finally escaped her eyes.

Jerry ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, what happened was a mistake."

"A mistake?" Derby laughed bitterly. It was a fucking disaster. My marriage is falling apart and you're calling it a mistake?"

Neither of them spoke after that. The silence became unbearable.

Finally Derby pointed toward the door.

"Get out and you're fired!"

Jerry stared at her. "Derby, you can't do that. This wasn't my fault."

"I don't care, get out." Her voice shook."Right now."

A long pause followed.

“I guess, I will have to tell your husband why you hired us to be his guard.”

“What?”

“Yes ma'am, or you let me keep this job and our secret dies with me.”

“You're blackmailing me?”

“No ma'am, I want to keep this job.”

Derby paced around the room like a mad person and cursed angrily.

“Goddamn it, you asshole. Just get out.” She glared at him.

“And keep my job, right?” Jerry asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you, Jerry. Get the heck out of my room.”

Jerry nodded. “Thank you ma'am and I'm at your service.” Jerry said as he walked out of the room.

“Shit, this is not happening.”

The bedroom door closed behind him.

Derby stood frozen. Then she collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

The tears came immediately, hot, and relentless.

She cried until her throat hurt. Until there were no tears left and all that remained was regret.

She forced herself into the shower.

The hot water poured over her skin.

Yet no matter how long she stood beneath it, she couldn't wash away what had happened.

She wished she could erase the entire night, but she couldn't.

Eventually she stepped out, dressed, and headed downstairs.The mansion felt emptier than ever.

She prepared breakfast herself. Lucas's favorite… coffee, toast, and eggs.

Her hands moved automatically. Her mind remained somewhere else entirely. Every few minutes she glanced toward the front door, waiting and hoping. Maybe he would come back, and walk through the door.

Maybe they could still fix everything. The clock continued ticking. Eight o'clock. Nine o'clock.

Ten o'clock, but no sign of Lucas.

The breakfast grew cold, the coffee lost its steam.

She asked Marvis, he told her they were at the registry for divorce papers.

Derby’s heart skipped.