DARK by Jordan Rowe Read Free Book Online

an image of Zizi getting fucked on the limo. “Yes, I know that garage well.”
    Mitch sighed. “By the time I parked, walked back to the bar, waited in line, then came in, she had been here an hour. That’s when I saw her with that other guy.”
    Jordan glanced at the dance floor, seeing Mitch’s wife kissing the stranger as they pressed their bodies together. “But she had to know you were coming here?”
    “I know…that’s what I don’t get.” Mitch gazed at his wife. “Like I said, I’m an idiot. She probably thought I changed my mind. I’m sure that guy bought her a few drinks and picked her up.”
    Mitch froze.
    Jordan kept her arm around him and looked at the dance floor. His wife was leading the guy to the exit. Jordan could not believe it. “Doesn’t she realize you are watching her?”
    “I don’t know.” Mitch’s voice was cracked with sorrow. “I cannot believe this is happening to me.”
    Jordan had to ask him something. “Is she really your wife, or is this some elaborate plan to get me to fuck you in the parking lot?”
    Mitch kissed her on the forehead. “I need to go home and figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life.” He began making his way through the crowd. Jordan had to make a decision. Did she believe this guy or not? If she did, was she going to let him just walk away?
    Jordan decided to chase after him.

17
    The crisp night air seemed to brush away the scent of smoke and alcohol from Jordan’s black dress. She found Mitch standing in the parking lot. He stood motionless as she hurried toward him.
    “Are you okay?” Jordan asked.
    A drizzle of tears gleamed on his face. “I can’t believe this. My wife is actually fucking that guy in her car.”
    “Where?”
    Mitch pointed. “The blue mini-coup with the double-white stripes.”
    Jordan stared at the mini-coup and noticed it shifting back and forth as Mitch’s wife rode the guy in the passengers seat. “What are you going to do?”
    Mitch shook his head. “What is there to do? I guess I’ll go home and deal with the fact my marriage is over.”
    “Why don’t you pound on the window and beat the shit out of her and that guy?”
    Mitch wiped the tears from his face. “Yeah right. I’m crying in the parking lot while watching my wife getting laid. If I had the courage, I would have done it already.”
    “How about you bend me over the hood of your wife’s mini-coupe and fuck me from behind while they watch? You can at least get some revenge?”
    Mitch turned at gave Jordan a weak smile. “I don’t think my wife would give a shit. In fact, she would probably be happy for me, which hurts even more.” Mitch started walking. “I’m going home. It was nice to meet you.”
    Jordan was utterly confused. Why did she want to be involved in this crap? What did she care?
    Despite those sensible questions, she jogged forward, clicking her heals across the parking lot. She thought about Zizi being fucked on the hood.
    Jordan wanted the exact same thing to be done to her.
    When Mitch unlocked the door to his red Saturn, Jordan placed her cell phone on the roof and sat on the hood of the car. “Get over here and fuck me, or else you’ll be miserable the rest of you life.”
    Mitch still had the keys in his hand, staring at Jordan. “How would fucking you make me feel any better? I love my wife.”
    “It’s obvious that you love her, but it is even more obvious that she doesn’t love you and she is willing to crush you in the process.”
    Mitch looked around. “What if someone sees us?”
    “Get over here,” Jordan said. Had she become one of those garbage sluts from the bar? Or was she trying to sooth an inner passion that had consumed her since entering Dark?
    At the moment, Jordan could not tell the difference between a slut and sexual eagerness.
    Mitch tossed his keys next to her cell phone, took one more look around, then unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers just low enough for his cock to spring