DEVIN'S POV
The smell of coffee permeated the air. After getting home, I needed to drink something hot so I brewed coffee.
I loathed having to leave Nigel but I had to if I didn't want to be charged with murder. He irked me and I sincerely wished I killed him. He hurt Emily and that was beyond painful. I hated seeing her cry, it made me feel this weird sensational pain like my chest was being squeezed.
"Emotions sucks" I muttered.
I took a sip of coffee from the cup and dropped it on a small table by my side. My house was not the exact luxurious house boys my age lived in but it was comfortable enough. I had about two faux fur couches, a small table, dining made for four, and a space I carved for exercises.
I didn't need a mansion before having my small personal gymnasium. My rent expires in two days and I still had no idea how to get the cash I needed. Life wasn't getting any easier but I wasn't about to back down.
I ran my hands through my hair, thinking. I saw the way Xavier looked at Emily and anyone who observed would know it isn't just the bullshit of being her elder brother. He keeps saying it's because Emily is his sister but I know too well when a guy has ulterior motives.
I know Xavier too well and I hate to think that he might actually be having an affair with his baby sister, Emily.
Ewwwwww!
Damn, Emily. Flashbacks of how she curled in my arms played in my head. She is such a fragile girl and deserves all the protection from assholes Nigel.
I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and was met with the broken mirror. I was yet to replace the mirror, I didn't have any little bucks to spare.
"Fuck it, man," I huffed and turned the tap on. The water rushing touched my bruises and I flinched that second, trying to ignore the overpowering pain.
I may need to get treated and not have the injuries infected. The fight I got into with Xavier wasn't planned. I just got triggered the moment he said I was only using Emily because I couldn't get any other girl after Amelia.
As much as I hated him talking about Amelia, I hated it more when he made me feel like a bad guy around Emily. I wasn't as bad as he was anyway.
When we used to be fourteen, Xavier and I would sneak into some girl's house and do nasty kinds of stuff. We started watching pornography quite early and felt the need to practice what we saw.
At first, we were only raring kids wanting to know what we would feel from having our dick sucked, and in no time, we became real sex addicts.
The thought of nasty things we did growing up turned my tummy.
"Is Xavier having an affair with her?" I asked himself in soliloquy.
Anger filled me again and i hurled the cup of coffee away, making it break and having its content on the floor.
"That was my favorite cup" I complained.
I am dealing with anger issues and Xavier is the cause. To distract myself from the anguish I feel, I picked up my phone and called Rage the fighter. He was the owner of the fighting club, I wanted to know if there was any fight tonight.
Staying at home would do me no good especially as Xavier's immersed way of staring at Emily filled my head.
"Hey," Rage answered the moment the call connected. "What's up, man?"
"Hey man. Was wondering, is there any fight tonight? I can come over."
"Oh, none. The list had been cleared, there'd be no fights until three days."
"Oh, thanks then," I replied and killed the call.
Fvcking hell!
I am broke!!
I needed some cash as well as something to help me escape my thoughts.
As I kept howling around my room, my phone jittered.
"It better be Rage saying there's a fight."
I reached for the phone and blurted a cuss when I saw the caller. It was Martha, the old lady from earlier.
I took the call and placed the phone on my ears.
"She's offering 400$ Devin, you don't want to miss this."
I wanted to say something but a lump already formed in my throat. She was right, I couldn't afford to miss it even though I hated what I was about to do. Spank some old pussy and have her moaning my name.
It was all part of the hustle to keep kicking, I was going to regret this.
"Martha I—" I tried saying before she interrupted me.
"What Devin? Why are you so skeptical about this? Your dick is so good and if it wasn't, I wouldn't refer you to her."
She missed the whole point, I wasn't skeptical because I felt insecure about my head game or stroke game. I sure did know how to have a lady curling her leg but I do not wish it to be old women.
Come off it.
C*If there was any reason I was taking it, it had to be because I needed to lay off bills.
"Are you uptoor it?" She asked with some finality in her voice. I knew if I didn't take it now I may lose it.
"Yes, I'm ready."
"Good boy, I've always known you're a good boy," she giggled most irritatingly ever.
I scowled, still holding my phone by my ear.
"When does she want me?"
"As soon as possible sweetie."
That was it for her. So easy to say, but it was a deal after all.
"Where do I meet her?"
"Pleasured hotel isn't a bad choice. Be punctual sweetie, don't keep her wet for so long."
"Okay."
I ended the call before she had another chance to say something else. I lowered to pick up the shred of glass on the floor. I spent some extra minutes cleaning up and when I was done, I walked into the shower to run a bath.
If I was going to fvck some old lady, I should smell nice too. Nothing turns a woman off more than a bad smell. The main reason I bought a new set of Cologne, is I always want Emily to say I smell nice.
The shower kicked on and I scrubbed my bare body, tracing some scars on my body. I once thought of using a tattoo to cover up the scars, everyone close to me knows I fight for a living. I'm the school fighter and I punched people's faces for some bucks.
I got dressed in a Black T-shirt, sweatpants, and a face cap. I stormed out of the house and locked the door behind me.