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Furious.
Riled.
Hurt, maybe.
Those were probably the best word to describe what he was feeling right now. The diner was nothing to him. Yeah, it was his idea, his genius behind everything. So sure, they could fire him but what are they without him? Whatever, he didn’t care, or so he told himself as he pulled into the parking space of his own house.
He was drunk. He reeked of alcohol and the steps he took weren’t calculated and confident as they usually were. The first few buttons of his dark purple shirt were open and the shirt was wrinkled up. His sleeves were pulled upwards, not rolled, and they looked uneven. He looked like a shell of his former self. If anyone met him like this they’d shrug him off and assume he was some kind of madman, not the genius he actually was.
He stumbled through the front door, catching himself on some piece of furniture. It would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so riled up right now.
“Honey,” you called from the living room “that you?” Your voice was full of worry. You expected him to come home at some point, it was already midnight after all, and he usually stayed at the diner way past the closing time, but a feeling of apprehension still boiled up in you every time he didn’t come home ‘on time’.
You turned off the television and walked towards the front door. “Are you okay?” You asked softly, not really expecting an answer. Just before you walked around the corner that would lead to the hallway, he stepped in front of you.
It didn’t take long for his hands to be on you. His grip was rough on your hips and his head rested in the crook of your neck. You could smell the alcohol on him, whiskey, his favorite. “William.. W-” you were immediately cut off by him pressing his lips onto yours. Your noses clashed together a bit because of how hastily he moved. His hands trailed up and down your sides repeatedly. He was hungry.
He grabbed your hips again and pushed you against the wall a bit too hard. You yelped and a sharp pain travelled through your body. “Shut up” he slurred, his voice dark and almost violent, as his hands worked to open up his pants.
Your mouth opened to object but instead of saying something, anything, you chose silence. One of your hands tried to reach for his but he immediately pushed it against the wall again. “I said shut up” he repeated as he spun you around and pressed you against the wall. You obeyed.
His hands went to your sides again. “They are nothing without me..” his voice dark and rough. He raised his hand slightly and slapped your ass with as much force as he could muster up in his drunken state. “The diner belongs to me.” he stated, probably to himself, you were as confused as you possibly could be. Your skirt was suddenly lifted up and your underwear pulled down as much as it needed to be, gravity did the rest as it fell to the ground. “William..” you tried to object but he slapped your ass again to shut you up. You knew better than to talk back to him but you nonetheless wanted to know what was going on.
His breath was hot against your back as he rubbed his cock between your thighs occasionally rubbing it against your middle. Your wetness started to drip down onto him as he fucked your thighs. “I founded that damn place.” he said angrily as he suddenly pushed himself inside of you completely.
You tensed up at the sudden intrusion and pressed one of your hands against the wall to steady yourself. He wasn’t usually this rough with you, but he also didn’t come home drunk every night, so all of this was unusual. You supressed a moan, not wanting to make too much noise, and it turned into a loud sigh.
Both of his hands rested on your hips as he fucked into you fast, not caring much about you. “They shouldn’t have fired me..” he grunted, his grip on your hands tightening. It was uncomfortable and almost unpleasant to have him grab you and fuck you this carelessly, this violently. Another slap ripped you from your thoughts as you did your best to steady yourself. Your legs felt like they were gonna give away any second.
“I’ll make them regret” he punctuated his words with his thrusts before burying himself in you one final time. Warmth covered your insides and he quickly pulled out.
You dropped to the floor as he let your hips go. “Clean yourself up. I’ll be back..” he spat at you as he fixed himself up and walked towards the door again. You wanted to rush after him and ask him all of the questions that were on your mind but before you had the strength to do any of that, you heard the door close.
He started the car and pulled out of your driveway.
All you could do was hope he was sober enough to drive and sober enough to not do something he may regret.