Chapter Thirty-five Evan Sterling's POV (Ten Years Before)

I had thought I would miss Deborah's parents' anniversary party even though I arrived earlier than expected but I needed to reconnect with her for the sake of my sanity. I hardly slept last night with the thought of doing nothing but going to find the hazel-eyed Rose thief and fuck her till I exorcise her from my blood. She got me doing food delivery and washing her clothes, and undies like some weirdo. Christ! And even though I had no intention of visiting the office today Saturday I went anyway just to have something else to occupy my head but that didn't stop my raging libido. Then I found myself getting dressed to attend the party at the last minute. I knew I was more than fashionably late, but I wasn't thinking of socializing. I needed to get laid and stop acting like a sex-starved freak after a minor.
Deborah's family home was on the third street from ours. I got there and saw that a lot of cars were parked in the compound which means this wouldn't be awkward.
I found a secluded spot to park under a tree and walked briskly to the back of the house with purposeful strides. I thought taking the back entrance might help to avoid being seen by too many folks that may want to talk about stuff I'm definitely not interested in right now.
"Hello," I greeted the servants in the kitchen, not stopping to chat as they returned my greetings. I walked boldly through the kitchen door that led to a large corridor with the living room just by the right end of it and a private staircase was to my right.
"Hey, have you seen Deborah?" I said to one of the house servants. He held a tray of empty glass cups and was just coming from the living room.
"Good evening, Mr. Sterling. Miss Deborah just went upstairs, but—” he replied with a frown.
"Thanks, man!" I said and gave him a friendly pat on the back without giving him room to say anything further as I rushed up the stairs.
Perhaps if I wasn't so focused on getting to her and using her body to release the sexual tension in my body I would have heard the obvious sounds from the hallway that led to her room, or perhaps it was the thought of the reason why I was in this mood in the first place that blinded me to the signs, but by the time I opened Deborah's door, the sight that greeted me doused my sexual urge.
Tyler, one of my childhood friends, was plundering my girlfriend on her bed. They were too engrossed to even hear the door open or notice that I was standing by the doorway.
And something really weird happened to me. I felt relieved. It was the most puzzling emotion to feel in the situation. I thought perhaps because I haven't seen Tyler in a while and couldn't really quantify him as a friend since I have avoided him like a plague since prom night. And as for Deborah, I have been feeling like we've been drifting apart since I got involved with the family business. I got too busy to have enough time to spend with her and I wasn’t stupid or naive to think she would just be waiting for me. Either way, they just ruined my night, and that kind of ticked me off.
"Well, this is something," I said, startling the two. Deborah's eyes went wide with shock. Tyler appeared stunned for about a minute and then I saw a tinge of smugness flickered on his features before a frown formed in between his eyebrows.
Deborah shoved him away, making him pull out of her, and quickly drew blankets over her body to her chest.
"Evan, I'm so so sorry, babe, you weren't supposed to see this!"
"Of course… I'm going to… leave," I said, sounding emotionless.
"I'm sorry you have to find out like this, man. Deborah and I—"
"Shut up, Tyler!" Deborah yelled, obviously not wanting him to finish his sentence.
"You have been doing this for a long time?" I finished for him. He gave Deborah a nervous look.
"You were always so busy, Evan! You know I love you. But I am a woman and I have needs! I am so sorry, babe. I promise..."
"I'm going to have to stop you there. You and him… can please carry on. And um... I suppose this means I can fuck Joyce now?"
"What?!" Deborah snapped getting up from her bed as she jerkily wrapped the sheet around her body. "What the fuck, Evan! Joyce is my friend!"
"And he used to be mine and that didn't stop you," I replied, gesturing at Tyler.
"Whoa! Wait a sec. Joyce is my girlfriend, Evan, you can't touch her."
"Well, this is awkward. I saw your little triumphant smirk when I walked in. You must be feeling quite the man. Do you want to know why I started avoiding you after high school?" I said, feeling like the devil.
"Because you are a pompous ass?"
"No, Tyler because your mother seduced me and I fucked her six hours straight!" I delivered with great satisfaction. Normally, this was not something I would speak of -- ever, not to mention brag about, but I wasn’t feeling charitable.
"What?!" Both of them chorused.
"You bastard!" Tyler recovered faster than Deborah and lunged at me. But I was waiting. I dodged his blow, gave him a resounding smack across the face, and pushed him hard against the wall, twisting his left arm to hold it behind his back. He let out a pain-filled squeal.
"Stop it, Evan!" Deborah pleaded.
"In case it isn’t clear, you can keep Deborah. My next stop once I leave here is Joyce’s place," I said in a low hard tone close to his left ear.
"You sonofabitch!" He grunted incoherently with his face pressed hard to the wall. I jerked him away and pushed him hard to the bed, watching him stumble gracelessly.
"Evan, you didn’t mean that, did you? You just said that to get back at Tyler and me. Cos super gross! Tyler’s mum is—”
“--experienced?” I finished for her and she glared at me then blinked to conceal her emotions. She then closed the distance between us and attempted to touch me.
"Don't you dare. Do you know what would be super gross? You, putting your hands on me," I said and turned away.
“Evan! Babe, come on! I’m sorry,” she whined, but I ignored her and left the room, banging the door hard behind me.
"Evan! Sweet, you came!" Deborah's mum called out when she saw me rushing down the flight of stairs.
"Good evening, Mrs. Sullivan. Happy Anniversary. I'm so sorry I came late. I was tied up at the office."
"You work so hard, darling, you need to take some time off," she said, placing a hand on my chest as I leaned forward to lower my face to press a kiss on her cheek.
I noticed how her hand lingered on my chest -- seemingly subconsciously and trailed down to my groins.
Deborah’s mother was in her mid-forties. She got pregnant with Deborah when she was working as her father’s secretary at the time, and rumor had it that she was the cause of Mr. Sullivan’s previous marriage collapse -- not that it was any of my business. I was interested in her daughter, not the family's dirty secret. However, the way she nailed her rich seventy-something husband was her headache.
The woman was curvy, with lovely blue eyes and blonde. It was quite obvious where Deborah got her looks from and evidently her slutty trait. Mrs. Sullivan had a way of touching me inappropriately even in front of her daughter. I have always thought she was just being a natural flirt and didn't know when to stop, but then she got bolder each time she saw me.
“Where is Deborah?”
“She seemed to be occupied with Tyler,” I blurted, looking straight into her eyes, not seeing any reason to pretend, and I was certain she caught my meaning.
“Oh!” she said, but didn't look surprised at all, “Come, let me help you calm down,” she added, wrapping her fingers around my wrist and urging me towards her husband’s study.
“I am perfectly fine, Mrs. Sullivan. I promise you,” I said, but she ignored me. She pushed the door open and ushered me inside, locking the door behind us. She walked to a liquor cabinet, poured brandy inside two cups, and walked back to hand one over to me. I smiled and took it from her.
“Thank you,” I said. She drank the one in her cup and gestured for me to do the same. I did. She then looped her arms around one of mine, pulling me towards a leather chair in a corner of the room and making me sit on it.
“I’m so sorry for what you saw, but you must know we women have our needs,” she started to say as she knelt in between my legs and leaned over with her full chest brushing my front to continue to trail her fingers over my chest. She was wearing a gold, clinging dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her cleavage and extended down to the parted center of her breast. And as she practically rested on me with my painfully restrained erection pushing hard against her stomach I could see her entire chest.
At this point, I wasn't naive enough to think this was harmless flirting but was horny enough to see how far she intended to take it.