Boys and Girls, Part II: Prince Charming

A/N: Warning - Some mild N/C in this chapter continued from last chapter.

Chapter 11 – The Break-Up

Stephanie pushed at Joe’s chest, but he wouldn’t budge. He counteracted her sudden aggression with his own. He ripped her blouse open, and buttons went flying. Stephanie gasped in indignation and slapped Joe across the face. He grunted angrily in response and pulled Stephanie’s bra open. Her tiny breasts spilled out and he angrily squeezed them. Stephanie tried hitting him again, but he dodged it this time. In the process, Stephanie stumbled forward and Joe used the opportunity to push her onto his bed. He lifted her until she was forced on all fours. He leaned over her and began undoing the buttons of her denim shorts. He pulled them down, and her white panty-clad ass stuck up in the air. He leaned down and kissed a clothed cheek.

“You’ve got a great ass, Steph. It’s a little small, but then again, so is the rest of you. In fact, Steph, you’ve got such a great ass that I’m willing to put aside our differences for now so that that I can look at it while I fuck you from behind.”

Stephanie gasped at Joe’s vulgarity. He pulled her panties down so that they pooled around her knees with her shorts. He hadn’t even bothered to pull them completely off of her. She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and knew Joe was slipping on the protection in the seconds of silence that followed. He slapped her naked buttock, and Stephanie felt his fingers spreading her from behind.

Without another word, Joe slammed his hard dick into her from behind in an intrusion that was so unlike all the other times that they had made love. This time, his actions were cold and heartless; his thrusts weren’t meant to excite – they were meant to hurt. Stephanie moaned every time he shoved his large, hard cock into her pussy. She hadn’t even been wet for him this time.

Sensing Stephanie’s unfeeling, Joe automatically moved his large hands to her clit. He began stroking her, and being only human, Stephanie began feeling something. She moaned as pleasure began overtaking pain. Joe was being a total prick right now, but he always knew how to bring Stephanie home with those expert fingers of his.

As Joe pumped harder and harder into Stephanie’s slowly moistening cunt, his fingers began stroking Stephanie’s clit faster and faster. Stephanie’s breathing grew quicker, and she soon dropped to her elbows when she could no longer support herself on her hands. She could hear Joe moaning as well as he drove into Stephanie from a completely different position. He’d never fucked her from behind, and as he neared his climax, he was beginning to regret that he’d waited so long to try it.

“Come on, Stephie,” Joe cooed, bending over Stephanie and placing his mouth next to her ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. I need you to come so that I can come, honey.”

Stephanie gasped. She was pretty sure she would climax any moment now, but she was so upset with Joe that she wanted to delay it for as long as possible. And she tried.

“Come on, Steph,” Joe urged more harshly than before, as he tucked a strand of Stephanie’s golden hair behind her ear. “Squeeze me, baby.”

Stephanie could sense Joe’s growing frustration, and she relished it. But Joe was a master of dirty tricks when it came to the bedroom, and when she felt his thumb and index finger locate her soft bud and do something indescribable to it. She couldn’t help it. She came.

Hard.

Joe came not two seconds after she did, and the sounds of Stephanie’s screams as she orgasmed were only drowned out by Joe’s cries as he finally spent himself. Exhausted, Joe fell on top of Stephanie, breathing in the soft floral scent of her golden hair.

“Steph?” he mumbled into her hair.

“Yes?” she answered breathily.

“Do not ever hit my face again. Do you understand?”

No answer.

“Steph? Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” a small voice responded.

Joe was appeased. He finally found the strength to get off of Stephanie after a few minutes. When he turned on his back to sleep, he pulled Stephanie into his arms. She seemed a little more reluctant that usual, but Joe should’ve expected that.

“Joe?”

“Yes, Stephanie?”

“I’m leaving you.”

Joe closed his eyes. He wasn’t having this tonight. “Go to sleep, Princess.” Stephanie’s eyes closed after several minutes, and Joe went to sleep soon afterwards.

****

The next morning, Stephanie wasn’t in bed next to Joe. He rubbed his eyes and checked the time. It was only seven in the morning. He looked around his room and saw nothing but rumpled sheets and an empty condom wrapper on the ground – no signs of Stephanie.

Joe investigated the rest of his apartment – the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room. No Stephanie. Her bags were all gone.

Shit. He’d wanted to have a talk with her before she went back home. He knew that he had overreacted yesterday. Joe was even aware that his sexual escapades of the previous day could’ve qualified as borderline rape, but he hadn’t wanted to think about it that way; he was certain that Stephanie wouldn’t.

That’s when he saw a piece of paper on his kitchen counter. It was from Stephanie:

JOE,

I’M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU SPEND ALL YOUR HARD-EARNED MONEY (I’M NOT BEING SARCASTIC). I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT IT MEANT SO MUCH TO YOU, BUT CALL ME SIMPLE; SOMETIMES THOSE THINGS FLY OVER MY BIG, BLONDE HEAD. I WASN’T JOKING WHEN I SAID THAT I WOULD LEAVE YOU. I GUESS I’M REALLY MAD AT HOW YOU TREATED ME LAST NIGHT. WHAT YOU SAID AND DID TO ME REALLY HURT ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. MAYBE YOU WERE JUST FRUSTRATED AND ACTING ON BASER INSTINCTS. WHATEVER IS GOING ON, I HOPE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT. UNFORTUNATELY, I WON’T BE THERE TO ASSIST YOU, BUT HOPEFULLY I CAN HELP YOU IN THIS ONE WAY.

STEPHANIE

Joe’s eyes drifted downward, and he uttered a loud expletive when he saw what lay on the table underneath where the letter had been.

Stephanie had written another check for him.

****

Stephanie was beyond upset. She was outraged, bewildered, and incredibly heartbroken. Had her Joe really said and done all those awful things to her that previous evening? How had nearly two months of bliss gone completely down the toilet in one evening?

Except it hadn’t been one evening. The things that Joe had accused her of had probably been things he had stored up for a while, hadn’t they? Stephanie thought about his hurtful remarks toward her – how’d he’d called her a “spoiled bitch” and accused her of living extravagantly and wastefully.

It was true; Stephanie wasn’t deluded enough to think it wasn’t. But Joe had been completely in the wrong to make her feel bad about it. It was her money after all…well, her father’s money, but Daddy’s money was her money; that was an unwritten rule, after all. It wasn’t her fault that Joe and his family didn’t have a lot of money.

Stephanie made a vow never to visit her father’s office anymore for fear of coming face to face with him again. She wasn’t sure how Joe was going to react to her parting letter and gift; she only knew that it probably wasn’t going to be a positive reaction. She didn’t have any problems avoiding Joe’s ratty apartment, but she knew that if she wanted to visit her father, it’d have to be at his condo – not at his office.

Stephanie hopped into the shower as soon as she reached her apartment. She wanted to scrub away the ugliness that was the previous evening. She washed herself extra hard and made sure to cleanse herself down there at least twice. She was disgusted that she had come for Joe after the way he had mistreated her.

Stephanie was on her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Stephanie?” It was her mother.

“Mom?”

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you forever!”

“I was out, Mom,” Stephanie answered unenthusiastically. She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and walked to the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t stay out so late, Stephanie. It ruins the complexion.”

Yeah, Stephanie thought, that’s the least of my troubles right now. She pulled a carton of strawberry yogurt from the fridge.

“Anyway,” her mother continued, “I need you to pick some things up from your father’s office.”

Stephanie almost dropped her spoon. “What?”

“I need you to pick some papers up from your father’s office. He’s also got a Tiffany’s lamp in his office that I picked out. I want it back.” Her mother didn’t sound bitter; she just really sounded certain about what she wanted. “And I need everything before three o’clock. I’m leaving for Denver at four.”

“What’s in Denver?” Stephanie grumbled.

“Jean-Luc.” Jean Luc was her mother’s ski instructor, but since it wasn’t the proper season, Stephanie assumed that her mother was not getting lessons on how to hit the slopes. He was a total French cliché with his long, black hair tied into a ponytail. He was also really tall but really skinny. Stephanie thought that he was wildly unattractive, but apparently, her mother didn’t agree.

“I can’t,” Stephanie decided. “I already have plans.”

“Stephanie, don’t lie to your mother. Not even someone as pretty as you has that much on her plate. You can spare your mother an hour of your time to meet her requests, darling.”

Stephanie sighed. Her mother was so infuriating.

“Fine,” she grumbled, “I’ll go around twelve.” Thankfully, her mother wasn’t requesting that she come in after 3:00, or else Joe might be there.

“Good,” her mother answered. “I’ll see you then, sweetheart.”

Stephanie hung up and slowly realized how annoying demanding females could actually be.

****

Stephanie’s father was digging into a loaded salad when she marched in, loaded with an empty box. He smiled at her. “Hello, Princess.”

“Mom wants the papers, Daddy…and the lamp,” she added.

“Considering everything else she’s asking for, I think I’ll manage that.”

Stephanie trudged over to where the lamp sat, collecting dust next to some law texts. It was already unplugged, so she wound the cord around the base and placed it into the box. Meanwhile, her father opened up a file cabinet and pulled out a stack of papers that he handed over to Stephanie.

“All signed and dated,” he answered.

Stephanie regarded the papers with disdain before accepting them and placing them slowly into the box, as well. Her movements appeared shaky, even to her, and her father noticed.

“Steph?” her father inquired.

Stephanie couldn’t help it; she choked up. “Twenty years, Dad. How could you guys decide after twenty years that you don’t like each other any more?” She looked up at her father and her green eyes began pooling with tears. “I don’t get it.”

Her father sighed and slipped a gentle arm around Stephanie’s shoulder. “You don’t plan on forever, Princess. Not in this day and age. People hardly fall in love and stay that way. There are just too many…distractions.” He stroked his daughter’s hair gently. “We don’t dislike each other, Princess. We just…don’t love each other anymore.”

Stephanie’s stomach sank as she actually heard the words. It would’ve been obvious to any observant individual that what her father said was true, but somehow, hearing the actual admission from his own mouth was disconcerting. It put what Stephanie didn’t really want to acknowledge out into the open.

Stephanie willed her eyes to dry before they had a chance to fall. She moved out of her father’s embrace because she was feeling a plethora of emotions at the moment – none of them positive.

“I’ll see you around, Daddy.”

“All right, sweetheart,” he answered from behind her.

Stephanie slowly exited the room with her box and quietly shut the door behind her.

She felt a warm presence in front of her. A tall, dark shadow was blocking the fluorescent light from reaching her face. Someone had been waiting for her outside of her father’s office.

It was Joe.

****

Without giving her a moment’s chance to assess the situation, Joe grabbed Stephanie’s arm and pulled her toward the break room. Stephanie cursed to herself when she saw that there were not witnesses in the room; everyone must have gone out to eat or have ordered in.

Once they reached their destination, Joe nudged Stephanie inside – once again, using his strength to make her do his bidding. He shut the door behind him quietly. When he turned to Stephanie, he was looking at her through narrowed eyes, which were chilly and dark.

“Thanks for the note,” he spat out.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” she answered, placing the box on the counter.

“How considerate of you,” he responded sarcastically. “I thought it was maybe because you were being a total wuss and not talking to me in person.”

“I tried that,” Stephanie retorted. “Remember how trying to ‘talk to you’ ended up?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Joe answered in a husky voice. “You were on all fours with your pretty little ass in the air.”

“See,” Stephanie answered, trying to hide the blush that crept to her cheeks. “I didn’t talk to you because you won’t listen. Every time I try to be reasonable with you, you physically overpower me.”

“It keeps you from talking so damn much,” he gritted out, “especially about something we don’t need to be talking about.”

Stephanie scowled. “Are you kidding me? Something obviously sent you over the edge last night, and you want me to help you suppress whatever that ‘something’ was?”

Joe averted his eyes. “I’m fine. It was just a little mood swing.”

“Little?” Stephanie huffed indignantly. “That’s the understatement of the century, Joe. What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at football practice?”

“I ditched. I’m feeling a little sore…you know, from all the hot sex we’ve been having.”

Stephanie couldn’t help it, and her blush this time was wildly obvious.

Joe pulled a folded-up piece of paper from his pocket. He forcefully grabbed her hand and stuffed the paper into her small hands. “I also got your little ‘gift,’ but like I said, I’m not accepting donations.”

“It’s not a donation, Joe,” Stephanie protested. “I honestly didn’t realize that this was such a sensitive topic for you. I don’t want you to be wasting your money. I have my own.”

“You mean you have your father’s money,” he corrected.

Stephanie resisted the urge to slap him again. “My money.”

Joe ignored her. “You don’t give money back to a man when he’s already spent it on you, Stephanie. There’s nothing that makes him feel less like a man…unless you cut his balls off.”

Stephanie scrunched her nose. “Why does it matter? Just take it! It’s yours in the end, anyway.”

Joe grabbed her arms. “I don’t want your money, okay? What’s done is done. I’ll stop moping like a fucking pussy about it if you promise to ease up on your demands for our future dates and stuff, all right?”

Stephanie regarded him questionably. “Future dates?”

Joe instantly understood Stephanie’s confusion and stared her down. “We’re not breaking up.”

“We already have,” she retorted.

“You think writing a note makes that official?” he asked incredulously.

“It happened before the note, Joe. It happened when you said those awful things to me and when you…you did those things –

“You were totally into it, babe,” he asserted, inching towards her. He lowered his voice to a silky whisper and brushed his fingers through her hair. “You came for me.”

Stephanie pulled back, momentarily repulsed by his touch. “You took advantage of me, and right now, I really hate you.”

Joe’s eyes narrowed again, and he snapped…again. “You know what, Steph? That’s just fine. But I want you to realize that I’m not going to chase after you. Got that, babe? You’ll come back to me, and when you do, I’ll be waiting for an apology.”

Stephanie just regarded Joe sympathetically. She grabbed the box and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned back one last time. “Don’t hold your breath.”

And then, she was gone.

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