All Chapters of A Holiday Of Pain And Pleasure : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Surprisingly, even with the amount of liquor changing hands in the club and the large amount of alcohol everyone was consuming, the ladies' restroom was empty. When I was done with the toilet, I went over to the sink to wash my hands. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. 'Am I happy? Should I tell my Mom everything if she calls me?' I had no idea if that would be a wise thing to do. My Mom would never tell on me. Instead, she'll want to find a way to shield me from the possible danger of my crime. Even if it meant us going back to my father. Hell no, I would rather turn myself to the police than go back to my father. Not after what he did. My Mom and I have worked so hard to be here after his betrayal. And I'll be damned if I'm the reason we have to go back to him. So telling my mother is off the table. Not going to work. Just as I was about to turn from the wash basin, I felt a masculine hand on me and then a loud thud that made my entire body ache with pain. The intruder

EMMETT'S POV . I had just finished speaking to Francis Briggs, Jonathan's elder brother when my phone rang again. It was my younger brother Kevin. "Yeah," I said. "Whoa, you sound pissed at someone. What’s up with you?" He asked me. "Nothing," I muttered. "If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you're in a sore mood because Rachel took your girlfriend to one of her friend's party." I bade the Briggs brothers goodbye and walked to a safe distance before offering Kevin a reply. "She's not my girlfriend." "Oh, well Rachel believes otherwise. She said the girl has her own room in your house and you trust her enough to leave her in your home while you're out. That sounds like you becoming domesticated. I mean mere listening to your voice, you seem like your rushing off to go meet up with her before some other guy attempts taking your place." Christ, my family members are the only people that have mastered the act of pissing me off and going scot-free. Yet it feels so annoying.

Taping on a side button, a barricade came up, blocking off Wynne. Amber wants me; I'll give her what she wants. I flipped her over so she'd face down on the broad leather seat and pushed her dress up. I sucked in a breath and my cock got hard just looking at her plump ass. Christ, her ass was everything. I took a handful and squeezed, pulling her pussy open, making my mouth water at the sight in front of me. Lifting my hand, I brought it down in a sharp smack. Amber cried out and her ass quivered enticingly. Gathering her into my lap, I held her down on my thighs and spanked her again. And again. I totally marveled at how she could look so fucking sexy like this with her dress flipped up while she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. I pull her pussy lips open and admired the sight of her tight entrance. It was so fucking wet and pink. How did I bag such perfection? How did I convince her to be with someone as messed up as I am? An angel, spotless, perfect with a mons

I woke up to the sound of my phone’s ringtone. Jerking out of bed, I found myself alone again. Locating my phone on the bedside table, I spotted the caller; ‘Bestfriend’ probably a much-sober Rachel. It was a video call request. Sighing, I tapped my phone screen, and a vibrant and stylishly dressed Rachel appeared on my phone screen. “Amber!” she shouted, making a little dance that had the camera angles tilting around. “Good morning Rachel.” I offered a tired smile. “Oh no, did I wake you up?” I shook my head. “I was already awake.” “Oh, okay. I’m sorry I passed out on you yesterday. It’s... It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when I see you.” She looked sad, and that got me bothered instantly. “Did someone spike your drink?” I asked, recalling the episode I had with Dick back at the birthday party I attended with Melody and Gracie. “What... hell no.” She chuckled. “They wouldn’t dare. They’d be dead if anybody finds out.” Rachel replied. “You’d kill them?” I found myself askin

EMMETT'S POV . The next morning, I made my way to the family house at the coast of Kinston town. The whole family were settled for breakfast when my father threw the first question. "Do I have any reason to be worried?" He asked. Knowing how much damage the bullet wound might may have done to Denver's foot, I knew it was best to deescalate the matter and put my father's mind at ease before the Simpsons gears up for unnecessary feud. "No you don't." I replied. "It was a simple misunderstanding." "You and your brother shot Denver Simpson. There is nothing simple about that." He bit out, cutting through his vegetable. "I taught the both of you better, didn't I?" "He was only trying to protect Amber." Rachel defended me. "Denver is a prick, we all know that. He..." "Would you shut up and mind your language, Rachel." My Mom shot at her. Rachel murmured inaudibly. "I'm only saying; it's not fair that Denver went after Emmett's girlfriend... Emmett's friend I mean. It's not right th