Derek laid in his bed. He hadn't had a headache like this in a long time. He never really liked tequila. Tequila was good if you wanted to get the job done good and fast. Tequila was good if you were in college and partying hard. But that was it. And last night he solely drank tequila with Meredith. And now he was paying for it.
Derek couldn't wrap his mind around last night's events. Meredith was different. She fit in everywhere. But she also had different sides. Different sides, some of which he was learning he did not to like. She was was nice to Tommy. He was thankful for that. She was kind and sweet. She was the real Meredith last night. Until she wasn't.
And Thatcher, that was a different story. Thatcher didn't technically call her a whore. He said she was acting like a whore. Maybe the same thing. Maybe not. Either way, he did get rough. But for Meredith to talk to him like that. For her to slap him. He couldn't believe it. If he had done something like that to his own father, he would have been laid out. Meredith liked to push it to the limit and that was never a good thing.
He loved her. That was the problem. He loved her and all he could do was try to fix her. She had so much outside influence. She was conditioned to act the way she did. When it was him and her, she was the sweetest person in the world. But when she was around her own people, she was a commanding, demanding bitch.
Derek ran a hand over his tired face. He could hear the pouring rain on the roof of the house. No running today. And honestly he wasn't in the mood to run. He was in the mood to hide in his room. Because he had a feeling it was going to be a rough day.
Meredith laid in her bed. She was mad. Unbelievably mad. Who did her father think he was talking to her like that? She clenched her jaw as she listened to the rain. She was the boss. When were people going to realize that?
Meredith walked out the door in the rain. She didn't care that is was a downpour. She didn't care that it was a little chilly. She did her stretches and she jogged away from the house. She had to do something to get rid of the frustrations she was feeling. She could felt the rain soaking through her clothes. Her feet were inside the puddles that were her shoes. She ran. She ran hard.
"Meri!" Sofia screamed as Meredith walked into the house with her muddy shoes. "You are getting mud all over the floor!"
"Then clean it up." Meredith grumbled as she slid them off and left them lay.
"Meredith Grey!" Thatcher said in shock as he looked at her.
"What?" Meredith growled as she glared at him.
"I don't have the patience for you today." He said as he shook his head and walked away.
Thatcher liked the good life. And against popular belief, he did remember what it was like to have little. He hadn't forgotten that Ellis had most of the money and it was really she who got him where he was. He didn't have much. And seeing Meredith treating Sofia like that disgusted him. It was one thing if they weren't doing their job. But it was another to treat them like shit for no reason.
"You know what... Come here." Thatcher told her as he spun around.
"What?" Meredith asked as she walked up.
"I could have done a better job... I could have made sure you realized what you had." Thatcher mused. "I don't know what your problem is, but the last two days you have been unbelievable. No more. You will learn respect and you will learn it fast. Get a bucket!" Thatcher yelled loudly.
"What?" Meredith asked in confusion.
"I said, get a bucket. Sofia, show Meredith where the cleaning supplies are. She is going to clean her mess." Thatcher said frankly.
"The hell I am!" Meredith spat in his face.
"Oh, I think you will, Meredith. I think you will." He warned with and evil smile. "Unless you want to learn what the real world is about."
Everyone gathered around. The help was mocking her. There she was, on her knees cleaning the mess she made. Sofia felt bad. Deep in her heart, she loved Meredith, and she knew how demeaning this was for her. There she knelt, scrubbing angrily. They would rue the day.
"You look good on your knees, honey!" Tony said with a smirk.
"Mer, honey... Give me the brush." Sofia said as she knelt down next to her. Thatcher quickly walked up.
"No, Sofia. Meredith has made this mess. She can handle it." Thatcher said as he walked off.
Meredith didn't let them see the tears falling down her face. She was on her knees. She was being treated like the help. She couldn't believe her father was doing this. Her payback. Like this was going to make a difference. They gathered. Thatcher's posse gathered and laughed at her, reducing her to nothing.
"Leave her alone, guys." Thatcher yelled as he yelled from his office.
Derek walked up in confusion. He frowned as he looked down at her. He had no idea what was going on, but it looked bad. He stood there and Meredith glanced up and him and dropped her eyes back to the floor.
"What's going on?" Derek asked Sofia.
"Thatcher is making Meri clean her mess up." Sofia pointed out.
"Now you know what it's like to be the help." Derek said with a sad sigh as he walked away.
That was a low blow. He knew her. He knew how she was. And now he was saying that shit. She saw red as anger washed over her. He could have left that out. He could have smiled and walked away. No, he had to get a dig in.
"Fuck you!" She yelled as she threw the scrub brush at him and hit him in the back. Derek shook his head and kept walking. Her temper was getting the best of her.
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Meredith spent the whole day stewing. If Thatcher thought that he had taught her a lesson, he was greatly mistaken. She was now on a war path. Anyone who was supposed to be working, had damn well be working if Meredith walked by. She was never going to put up with them taunting her again.
And Tony. He was a dirty old man. She knew that. She had always known that. It had always gone in one ear and out the other. She didn't care. She just ignored him and went on with her business. But she was getting tired of it. She was getting tired of him saying the things he said to her. She was just getting ready for dinner when she walked by his room.
"You thought it was funny, didn't you?" Meredith asked as she walked into his room and behind him as he looked into the mirror. She ran her fingertips along his arm.
"What, you on your knees like a slave? Yes, that was very funny." Tony said with a chuckle as he buttoned his shirt. He looked back at her in the mirror. "You on your knees, a sight I will never forget. But yet, you are good on your knees, aren't you?" He asked with a chuckle.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Meredith asked with a dirty grin. "Me on my knees... Looking up... Getting ready... My mouth watering in anticipation..." She said as she ran her hands down the front of his pants. Tony gasped as he felt her hand graze his manhood. "In your dreams." She growled as she squeezed him, causing him to cry out. "And if you ever talk to me like that again..." She told him as she squeezed him tightly. "This will have felt good." She said as she released him, then turned and walked away.
"You crazy..." Tony growled as he looked at her. She didn't say a word as she walked out of his room and down the hall.
"What were you doing in there?" Derek asked as he walked up behind her.
"What I do is none of your business." Meredith said quickly.
"Meredith... What I said-" Derek tried to apologize.
"Was a low blow. And you- I don't want to look at you right now." She said as she shoved him back with her elbow and walked down the stairs.
Meredith walked into the dining room. Thatcher, Tony, Tommy, and Derek were all seated. She glared at them all before she sat down in her seat. She had no interest in them. In men, at this moment. Thatcher never took his eyes off of her as she pushed her food from one side to the other on the plate.
"Tommy and I will be leaving for New York after dinner." Thatcher told them as he looked around the table.
"Thank you all for being so great." Tommy said with a smile.
"I hope you enjoyed Italy." Thatcher said with a smile.
"It was the best time I have ever had." Tommy told them all. "Thank you Meredith, for taking me along."
"Yeah." Meredith muttered as she sat her fork down. "Sofia, can you get me some wine?" She asked softly as she sat there.
"Of course." Sofia answered with a smile as she looked up at her. "What would you like?"
"Red. Whatever you pick is fine." Meredith muttered.
"She isn't drinking it to enjoy the taste along with her food." Thatcher said frankly. "She's drinking it because she thinks it will solve all her problems."
Meredith didn't answer as she sat there. He was right. She didn't think it would solve all of her problems, but she did want it to take the edge off. Sofia sat the glass down in front of her and Meredith quickly took a sip of it.
"You know what, my father is right. Why don't you just leave the bottle." Meredith suggested. Sofia looked at Thatcher and he looked at Meredith.
"If you are going to do it, Meredith, you may as well do it right. Skip the wine. Get something stronger." He suggested.
"You know what, I like how you think." She said as she raised her glass to him and drank it down. They watched as she rose to her feet and disappeared.
"She strong willed and difficult, just like her mother." He said as he took a sip of his drink.
Everyone sat at the table and ate in complete silence. Thatcher did that to her. He made her crazy. Recently, it seemed he brought out the absolute worst in her. Whenever he was around, all she did was act out. Everyone ate as quickly as they could, trying to get out of the uncomfortable situation.
Thatcher frowned when he walked out into the courtyard. Meredith was sitting back in a chair, drinking her favorite expensive tequila out of the tiny bottle. He didn't want to see this. He drew in a deep breath as he sat next to her.
"I'm sorry, Meredith. I shouldn't have done that to you. I humiliated you. It was wrong. I was mad, and I took it out on you. I know I haven't been a good father. I had no idea how to raise a little girl. And now you have turned into a woman. I can't start now. It's too late. But you're okay. Despite my lacking effort, you have turned into an amazing young woman. But you have got to learn to treat people with respect. And you have to watch that mouth of yours." He said as he rubbed her arm. "I love you. And I make mistakes. And lately it seems like I am making more mistakes than doing things right. But I love you. You're my baby." He said as he stood and kissed her on the head. "I have to go." He muttered as he walked away.
Meredith took another sip of the tequila, draining the bottle dry. She slowly pulled herself up and walked into the house. Sofia, Derek and Tony watched as she dumped the empty liquor bottle into the trash. Derek frowned and walked away. Meredith walked behind him, trapping him in a quiet corner.
"I need a good fuck." She said as her hot breath grazed his skin. "And I think you may be the only person to help me with that. Tonight..." She said as she walked away.
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Derek didn't want to go to her room. He did. His body was screaming that it wanted her. But she was drunk and depressed. And he didn't want to go in her room and help her drown out her pain. He didn't want to cause her anymore. He was trapped. He quickly went into his bathroom and began getting ready for bed. He wasn't going to meet her. He would have to tell her he fell asleep.
Derek was in shock when he opened the bathroom door and looked up. Meredith was sitting in a chair in her new Prada heels. Just heels and nothing else. She sat there with her leg crossed and her hands on her leg. A lump forming in his throat as he looked her her. Her perfect, firm body was begging him. She was on fire. And he had the hose.
"You didn't come..." She pouted as she looked up at him.
"I- I..." Derek muttered as he looked at her in shock.
Meredith slowly rose to her feet and sauntered over to him, placing one foot in front of the other. Derek watched her long legs walk so gracefully. He could see her creamy wetness shining in the moonlight. She had droplets on her leg. It made him hot. He made her wet. Her hands moved at her sides as her hips flowed from side to side.
"You didn't come. But I think you're ready to cum now, aren't you?" She whispered into his ear. "Here." She said as she held up the condom between her two fingers.
"Uh..." Derek stammered as he grabbed it from her hands. She slowly walked around him, taking him in with her eyes. She stopped behind Derek and pulled at the hem of his shirt. She quickly peeled it off and tossed it to the side.
"I want to feel that big cock of yours slid in and out, Derek... Don't you want that?" She asked as she ran her hands inside of his pajama pants. Derek took in a breath as she grasped his member in her hands. "I want you to fuck me, Derek. You're the only one that can do it right. You're the only one that can drive me over the edge." She told him as she pulled his pants down. Derek stopped out of his pants and she pulled him over to the chair. She grabbed the condom out of his hands as she sat before him and rolled it on.
"Awful quiet tonight... That's okay. I like it that way. I can make you scream." She said as she ran her finger down his chest. Meredith sat down on the floor and laid her back flat against the carpeting.
"Mer... What are you doing?" Derek asked her in shock.
"No talking." She said with a smirk as she put her feet up on the seat of the antique chair. "Come on, Derek. Give it to me. Show me what a bad girl I am. Teach me a lesson." She said as she spread her legs.
Meredith motioned for Derek to straddle her. She grinned as he lowered his perfect ass before her. She moaned as she felt the tip of his cock tease her. Derek straddled her, a knee on either side of her. Meredith ran her hands down his strong back and then gripped his ass.
"Give it to me, Derek. Show me what you have. Come on, Derek. Teach me a lesson. Fill me up." She demanded as she smacked his ass.
Derek moaned as she attempted to push her hips to him. His cock throbbed as he looked at her Prada clad feet laying on the chair before him. His eyes traveled down her shins, to her knees. With a moan, he quickly sank his cock deep into her creamy pussy. She cried out loudly as she felt his girth spread her walls. Derek leaned forward and placed his hands on the chair, driving himself in and out of her.
"Mer... You are so fucking tight." He shouted as he thrust himself into her hard.
"Oh god! You...You... You aren't supposed to be talking!" She cried out as he pressed her walls with his cock. She looked down at his cock as it slid in and out. She leaned forward and massaged his balls as he banged her. "You are so big..." She cried as she released his balls as ran her hands over his back.
"Fuck!" Derek shouted a he felt himself ready to explode. He ran his tongue over her leg and sucked on her knee.
"Oh god...oh god..." She yelled as she ground into him harder and faster, trying to drive her hips. She clenched her inner muscles down on him hard. She felt her body start to tighten and contract.
"Oh fuck! Oh baby... Fuck, Mer!" He yelled as he pounded into her. "I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming." He yelled as he slid freely through her creamy channel.
"Oh god...Derek!" She spat as she felt herself release her hot creamy fluid around his thick cock. His dick continually twitched inside of her, releasing his hot cum into the condom.
"Oh..." She moaned as she ran her hands down his sweaty back.
"Oh... Fuck..." He moaned as he laid his head on the chair.
"I told you I would make you scream." She smiled as she moaned breathlessly, his cock twitching inside of her. "Told you..."
The minute Derek come down from his high, he regretted what he had just done. He quickly pulled himself out of her and climbed to his feet. Meredith looked up at him in shock. She wasn't done. She wanted more. She quickly climbed to her own feet and stood in front of him.
"I made you scream." She said with a smile as she ran her tongue over her teeth.
"You made me moan. And we shouldn't have done that." He said as he pulled his pants on.
"What do you mean? Why are you getting dressed?" She asked as she looked up at him.
"We shouldn't have done that. You're mad at me, remember? And You- You drank tequila. And you were mad. And upset. And it was a really stupid thing to do." Derek told her as he pulled on his shirt.
"Having sex with me is stupid?" Meredith asked with hurt apparent in her eyes.
"No. Having sex with you when you are sad is stupid." He told her quickly.
"I'm fine, Derek. And... I'm not mad at you anymore. I mean, I was. But I can't stay me at you. One look at your-" She started before he stopped her.
"Stop." Derek told her quickly. "Just... Mer, you drank. And it wasn't to have a good time. It was to drown things out. That doesn't work. And sex doesn't either." He told her frankly.
"Derek..." She said with a an irritated sigh. "My fight with my dad... That was nothing. We've had worse. And I'm horny." She said as she traced her hand over his muscled chest through his shirt.
"You need to talk about this. You acted... Your father can be a jerk, but you shouldn't have talked to him like that. And to hit him- You shouldn't be hitting anyone. And it was wrong what he did. He shouldn't have made you scrub the floors in front of everyone. But you have got to stop that. You have to stop treating people the way you do. They are people too! No matter where they came from or how much money they make, they are people. Mer, honey... I love you. But you have to start thinking about things. There is a rough world outside of this house, and you have been lucky enough not to experience it. But these people, they have. And I don't expect you to know what we have gone through, but you could at least pretend to try." He explained softly.
"Well aren't you a buzz kill." She said with a giggle. She quickly placed her hand on his face.
"You are missing the point completely." He said as he pushed her hand down and looked away. "I was poor. Middle class. But we lost everything- And... When you insult them, you are insulting me too. And that's fine. But I can't do this... I can't pretend to- You can't use me. I know you can't change overnight... But Mer, you need to start thinking before you talk." Derek said frankly.
"I'm sorry, Derek. I don't know why I do it." She said as she laid her head against his chest. "I don't mean to hurt you. And you aren't- You aren't like them." She said simply. "I don't care if you are poor. That has nothing to do with it. Them either. It's the way you look at me. You make me feel special. You make me feel like you care. And they- Well, they look at me differently. Like I'm not even human. Like I am a joke. And I get mad. I show them who's boss. Then they know. Then they remember who the boss is."
"Mer, it's not about who the boss is. It's about being human." He said with a frown.
"I'm sorry. I- I'll try." She said sadly. "Derek?" Meredith asked as she looked up at him.
"Hmm?" He asked as he rubbed her head.
"Can I lay with you? Just for awhile?" She asked softly.
"Of course you can, baby... Of course." He told her as he walked her over to the bed and they laid down. She felt perfect in his arms. His little less than perfect woman.
Our Mer can be a real spoiled bitch... That will always be an issue, I fear.
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