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1,778,359	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778352}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:37	active	760	2420472508146067	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	That's Tristan's shaft.<br /> Am I dreaming, or did I really I just walk in on Tristan masturbating?<br /> His eyes fly open, meeting mine in the mirror. "God!" He jerks his hand from his shaft and whirls around, grabbing for his jeans. "Get out!"<br /> Heat pools low in my belly. I've never been turned on by a man's ecstasy before, but oh fvck ... That look in his eyes while he rapidly moved that big hand up and down his sahft.<br /> Why am I so shallow? I hate this man. I've hated him for as long as I can remember. Tristan is a prick. He set out to humiliate me on purpose with this whole game nomination. I thought it wasn't possible for me to be attracted to a cruel person.<br /> Why did he do it? It's such odd behavior coming from the campus man-bimbo. There were probably dozens of girls at that party who would've been happy to do the job for him.<br /> Strange.<br /> ————————<br /> AMY<br /> Writing Jane Austen erotic fan-fiction is the best way to spend a Friday night. It's not a universally acknowledged truth, but it should be.<br /> The bass from the party pounds through the walls of my dorm room. I sigh before clicking save and closing my laptop. This noise makes it impossible to write. I'm constantly taken out of the world inside my head.<br /> I was just getting to the good part, too. Mr. Darcy was about to pin Elizabeth against the wall in the Nether field library. My readers are going to eat it up when I finally get to posting it on AO3.<br /> Another night alone in my bed with my laptop for company. My bestie, Cody, constantly makes fun of me for my hermit ways, especially given the fact that I write unhinged erotic Pride and Prejudice fanfic in secret. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm a nerd, and I embrace it with fervor. I've even adopted the aesthetic—the purple hair and the large round glasses—as a signal to people that I'm socially awkward. Approach at your own risk.<br /> I twist and stretch my neck, jerking back when a knock rattles my door. I moan as I get off my bed. It's probably someone from the party looking for more spirit. Or a partner to do shots with.<br /> They've come to the wrong place.<br /> When I open the door, RA Gigi is standing in the hall with an envelope in hand and a large grin on her face. "Did you hear?" she asks.<br /> I frown. "Hear what?"<br /> She pauses, as if to increase my suspense. "You were chosen."<br /> My incredulity must be all over my face, because Gigi bursts into laughter. "The game! You're one of the girls chosen."<br /> I don't have to ask her what game she's talking about. Everyone at Pacific Crest knows what "the game" is. Every November, ten female students are entered into a reality show-esque competition to vie for a special night with the homecoming king. After four weeks of group dates and stupid competitions like relay races, the homecoming king chooses his favorite of the ten women to escort to the winter ball.<br /> And by homecoming king, I mean Tristan Wolfe.<br /> For the last two years, the student body has nominated the same homecoming king. Arrogant, brainless, cruel Tristan Wolfe.<br /> The game is silly and antiquated. Why is it always the homecoming king who gets to choose? Why doesn't the queen get her own competition?<br /> Because my small private university is misogynistic, that's why. The winner gets a ten-thousand-dollar scholarship all because some brainless frat boy thinks they're the hottest of ten contestants.<br /> It should be freaking illegal.<br /> I'd never apply, even though the scholarship money would be nice. I couldn't win, so it wouldn't even be worth trying.<br /> "That's impossible," I say.<br /> She smiles. "No mistake. Someone must have filled out an application for you. I was sent here to deliver this." She hands me a thick manila envelope. "It tells you everything you need to know. There's a dress code..." Her gaze slips down from my Pemberly T-shirt all the way to my kitten-face slippers. "If you don't have the money for nice clothes, you can apply for a sponsor."<br /> I grit my teeth as I take the envelope from her hands. "Thanks."<br /> After Gigi leaves, I sink back down on my bed, unable to take my eyes off the manila envelope in my hand. This is a joke. Someone is kidding me.<br /> But who? Not a single one of my friends would play a prank this mean. They all know how tedious I find the whole game process, even just as an observer. The film students are constantly around campus, following the contestants with their phones in the air, trying to catch every ounce of drama for Pacific Crest's YouTube channel.<br /> One year, I wolfed down a bacon avocado burger right in the background of one of the game dates. Anyone who watched that video saw me with chipmunk cheeks and green sludge dripping down my chin. Cody made fun of me for months after that incident. He even printed a large close-up picture of my face that he taped to his wall. But even he'd never dare enter me as a joke. He knows how much I hate Trist—<br /> Did Tristan do this?<br /> He must've. No one else would take the time for such an elaborate and creative humiliation. Tristan with the sly smirk and the deceitful blue eyes. Tristan who never resists an opportunity to antagonize me.<br /> Tristan Wolfe who told his ex—my former best friend, Harper—about my fanfic pseudonym after he lured me into confiding in him.<br /> Tristan Wolfe who stood in the center of the Pacific Crest quad while Harper read a intercourse scene from my ~Pride and Prejudice~ fanfic aloud to a group of their prick friends. They laughed like jackals while Tristan smirked, his eyes locked on mine.<br /> Harper may have been the one who read my fanfic, but it was all Tristan's idea. I know it was. Harper was angry with me, but she wouldn't resort to cruelty without someone pushing her into it. She was never cruel before she got together with Tristan—that miserable winter during our sophomore year of high school. He's the reason she dropped me like an out-of-date fashion trend.<br /> Like I was an embarrassment to her.<br /> Because I was an embarrassment to Tristan. He was the leader of the stupid popular kids at our high school, and he ruled the school like a tyrant. Harper was able to make her way into his exclusive club, beautiful as she is, but her best friend had to go. He drove a wedge between us.<br /> He signed me up for the game. I know he did. He's probably planning to use the publicity to humiliate me even more than he did that day almost two years ago.<br /> I'm going to kill him.<br /> Tonight.<br /> I jump out of my bed and grab a sweater from my closet. There's always an ocean chill this time of night, and I refuse to be shivering when I confront him.<br /> I storm out of my room and head down the hall. The bass is so loud that my teeth rattle in my skull, flaying my nerves. Tristan's frat on a Friday night will be so much worse, and I have to keep my head.<br /> When I make it down the stairs and step outside, I inhale the cool ocean air. The salty scent is a balm, and my heart slows in my chest.<br /> As soon as I get to the big red door of Zeta Nu Xi, I throw it open, clutching the manila envelope in my hand. My face burns as partygoers turn to stare at me. I must stand out like a neon sign with my glasses and oversized sweater, but I don't care.<br /> I have to find him.<br /> As expected, Tristan is in the center of the room with a red cup in one hand and an arm around a gorgeous woman. A malicious smile rises to my lips. Harper broke up with him at the end of last semester. I heard about it through the dorm gossip chain, and inside, I rejoiced. Good for her.<br /> Granted, they've broken up countless times since sophomore year of high school, and the fact that they go to the same college means they most likely won't be done with each other until after graduation.<br /> But for now, Tristan is single.<br /> I hope he hates it. He seems like the type of pathetic loser who has to be in a relationship to feel validated as a human being. I hope he's miserable now.<br /> Our eyes meet from across the room. Tristan's widen. He examines me from the top of my head down to my slippers. When his gaze meets mine again, that familiar, malicious smirk tugs at his lips.<br /> I can't help but feel a little smug that I'm one of few people who doesn't find him even slightly attractive. Cruel people are ugly to me, no matter how objectively gorgeous they might be.<br /> Harper doesn't find him attractive either. She and I constantly made fun of him before they started dating. When he first started showing interest in her our sophomore year, I asked her why she was even considering him when she found him so vapid and boring.<br /> ~"He's Tristan Wolfe, Amy,"~ she'd said. ~"I can't believe he's interested in me."~<br /> I forgave her for it. Harper has an innate need for attention. Her dad was an addict before he died, and her mom was so consumed with the burden of codependency that she didn't have enough mental space for her children. Harper and her younger brother, Nick, were neglected in a way I could never fully understand.<br /> I march up to Tristan, waving the envelope in the air. "Tell me how I got this, and I'll let you live."<br /> He glances down at the envelope and then back up at me, eyes glinting with amusement. The pretty girl in his arms looks up at him and frowns.<br /> "Give me a second, baby." He nudges her aside and steps closer to me.<br /> Too close. I can smell spirit mixed with mint on his breath. The heat of his huge body radiates over my skin, and I take a step back.<br /> He's entirely too big. Big shoulders. Big hands. I never noticed it in high school. I'd never been up close to him until that day in the library when I thought there might be more to him than beauty and sadist. When he probed me with those pretty blue eyes and asked about my passion for writing as if he were really interested.<br /> The liar.<br /> "Don't be shy," he says, clearly sensing my discomfort.<br /> I make sure that my smile doesn't reach my eyes. "Don't confuse my loathing with shyness."<br /> His eyes widen before he laughs. "~Loathing~. I love the way you talk. Like you're writing medieval fanfic." He tilts his head. "~Erotic ~medieval fanfic about two Jane Austen characters."<br /> My cheeks are on fire. It takes all my willpower to keep my eyes fixed on his.<br /> Tristan is cruel. I know this. It doesn't hurt anymore.<br /> How could it hurt when he's clearly a freaking idiot?<br /> I lift my chin. "~Pride and Prejudice~ takes place during the Regency period, which was several centuries after the medieval period. I guess they cut a few corners when they gave you that football scholarship, huh?"<br /> His smile is fixed, but warmth glints in his eyes. This is the expression of his that always confuses me. His smile is almost...<br /> Kind.<br /> No wonder he has so many friends when he's such a prick. He tricks them all with the appearance of kindness.<br /> "I'm a math and science guy, Amelia," he says. "I don't know history or literature."<br /> ~Amelia~. My full name. Tristan always calls me anything but Amy. Sometimes even nicknames like Ames, as if we're buddies. It's just another way to taunt me.<br /> "You should read some literature," I say. "It would make conversations with you less tedious. Should I explain 'tedious' for you? It means boring. You're boring to talk to, Tristan."<br /> His smile fades. He stares at me for a long moment before his eyes flash and his nostrils flare. This is his cruel look, and a chill skitters down my spine.<br /> It's dangerous to make fun of Tristan. Usually, he brushes my insults off like dust, but you never know when you're going to hit a nerve.<br /> I need to change the subject. Fast.<br /> "Explain this," I say, lifting the envelope. "I know you're the reason for it."<br /> He smiles slowly. "What makes you say that?"<br /> I slap the envelope across his chest. "Because I didn't apply. I would never apply." I grimace. "I knew you were going to be the homecoming king."<br /> When I say the last part, his jaw clenches. "I just thought a shy little virgin like you could use an exciting new experience." He smiles. "You can act out your fanfic in real life. I'll be your Mr. Darcy."<br /> Heat washes over my face. I want to slap that smug smile off his face. "You're more of a Mr. Wickham," I say.<br /> He chuckles. "Either way, I'd be happy to pop your cherry for you."<br /> I grimace. What a disgusting euphemism, if it can even be called that. And I'm not a virgin, goddammit. I've had intercourse.<br /> A few times. With my boyfriend during freshman year.<br /> Each time was fast and awkward and a little painful, and we broke up before we had the chance for it to get better.<br /> I'm not a virgin, but I know exactly what Tristan is implying.<br /> ~You must be a virgin because who would want you? Who would want a short, chubby girl who spends all her free time writing Jane Austin erotic fanfiction?~<br /> The anger pulsing through my veins is as heady as a dope. He might be a fatphobic narcissist, but I'm not ashamed of my body. I feel almost like I'm in a dream as I step forward until my chest brushes against Tristan's. I grab his shoulders and look up at him from under my lashes. I slide my hands down his chest and lean up on my tiptoes so my lips brush along his prominent jaw.<br /> He smells good. Clean and musky at the same time. Isn't scent supposed to be the root of attraction? If it is, I should be repulsed by him right now.<br /> I want to be repulsed by him right now.<br /> Maybe there is some magic to Tristan that I didn't see before. Maybe I should be more forgiving of Harper.<br /> I strain to keep what I think is a sultry expression. "I'm not as innocent as you think," I whisper.<br /> His body stiffens, and his eyes widen. For the briefest moment, triumph sizzles over my skin.<br /> He didn't expect that. He knows I'm sassy, but he never thought I'd have the audacity to call him out on his taunt this brazenly.<br /> I'm somehow able to stay in place even as his wide blue eyes roam my face as if he's never seen me before. Is it just my imagination, or is his body trembling beneath my touch?<br /> I don't get to contemplate that further, because he wrenches away, sending me tumbling to the floor.<br /> "Hey," I shout, and Tristan hesitates and then steps forward, his eyes wide and dazed.<br /> "Are you okay?" he clips out.<br /> "Yeah, I'm fine, but—"<br /> He doesn't wait for me to finish. His tall form disappears into the crowd as fast as a comet.<br /> "Freaking you," I mutter before pushing myself up off the floor.<br /> Clearly, all the drunk people here think it's perfectly normal for a partygoer to fall on the floor since no one even blinked when I did.<br /> My cheeks burn as I weave through the crowd. Why did I even come here? I didn't need to confront Tristan. I could have just waited until tomorrow and gone to the administration office to withdraw my application.<br /> I don't want to do that now. Certainly not after what just happened between me and Tristan.<br /> I want him to pay.<br /> The problem is, I have no idea how to do that. What could I possibly do to make him suffer for his prank?<br /> I need air. Space. A chance to breathe without inhaling the stench of cheap reeb and beverage from a plastic bottle.<br /> The hallway opens up ahead, and I quicken my pace, slipping past a couple locked in a sloppy peck. I'm almost to the back of this stinky frat house.<br /> Freedom.<br /> I'm about to reach the back door when a strange noise catches my attention. Was that a moan? I didn't sound like a sexual moan. It sounded like someone's hurt. I halt in place, glancing around the area. A strip of light peeks under the bathroom door.<br /> That's where it came from.<br /> I walk toward the bathroom door. "Is everything okay in there?"<br /> Again, that moan, and this one sounded even more pained than the first. A chill ripples over my skin.<br /> The knob twists, which means it isn't locked, but I don't push it open. What if I walk in on a couple having intercourse? That moan didn't sound like pleasure, but what do I know? I've had three unsatisfactory sexual encounters.<br /> And then there's an even more mortifying possibility. What if someone is pooping in there? I'd never get over the trauma of bursting in on something like that.<br /> But what if someone is hurt? What if they're badly hurt, and I made the choice to ignore them? This is a frat party full of drunk wretchs, after all. There could be a woman in there. I'd never forgive myself if I ignored someone in trouble.<br /> I twist the knob again, pushing the door open slowly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"<br /> The words freeze in my throat as the door swings wide. A deep moan echoes through the room, and it takes a moment for my brain to process the scene before me.<br /> Tristan is standing with one hand pressing against the counter. 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1,778,257	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778271}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:36	active	760	1027907608761963	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband had been having an affair with his assistant. I could hear the sounds of moans pouring from our bedroom before I opened the door.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them having intercourse from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. <br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice.Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec."<br /> ————————<br /> Vivian<br /> I took a deep breath compose myself as the my introduction to the crowd began. My heart felt as if it was in my throat right now. It felt like the weight of the world was centered on my shoulders.<br /> If I was successful, not only would it launch my modeling career at age 28, but I would increase funding for this campaign.<br /> Since majority of the crowd outside of these curtains did not have my skin tone, I had to impress them.<br /> Today is the beginning of a campaign launching models with brown skin into the dominantly pale skinned model industry. I will be the face of the campaign and in order to be successful, I must make these rich people want to fund this campaign.<br /> And I will succeed.<br /> There has never been a fashion show like this, where I haven't had my hair straightened, my make up has not been contoured on my face to match those around me, and I am not walking fiercely down the walkway as if I'm walking on fire.<br /> I had always been confident in myself as a black woman yet I still found myself getting stage fright before my shows. Even more so with the bold campaign I was now launching.<br /> And after many failed seductive attempts with my husband lately, I wasn't sure if I could seduce the crowd before me.<br /> Instead I am to walk slowly, very seductively. My natural kinky curls framed my face, I have little to no make up on so that I appear soft as I am, completely naturally.<br /> The curtains are pulled back and as I began my walk down the aisle, it is not hard at all to seduce the crowd.<br /> I capture everybody's attention and when I pass them, the from the corner of my eye, I can see the effect I have on them and I couldn't help how it boosted my confidence.<br /> My walk is so natural and graceful that I practically glide down the run way. The bronze light is soft and makes my brown skin glow in the dark like highlight. The sway of my hips is mesmerizing to the crowd, so I pause and I turn slowly looking at all the faces to give them my best seductive smile.<br /> Many have lost their composure, becoming flustered by my attention. I hold my smirk, this is my crowd now.<br /> I almost falter when I see that my husband is not among the crowd. Once upon a time, he was always the first face that I graced with my smiles. He had never missed one of my shows in the beginning, looking up at me just as entranced as the rest of the crowd.<br /> I can feel my eyes watering so I quickly look away from them and continue making my way down the runway.<br /> When I finish with the crowd, I walk back up the runway and into the darkness hiding me from the crowd as they all cheer. In the darkness I hold my face, I can't help the excitement that overcomes me. I did it!<br /> My husband had promised to be here today. If he wasn't behind stage with the rest of my crew then I didn't know what this would mean for our marriage. I could worry about all that tomorrow though.<br /> Tonight, I fuccccckkking owned that crowd and I was sure going to celebrate my success on my birthday.<br /> I let out the breath that I had been holding and recompose myself then I walk behind stage to the small group gathered for me. I grin victoriously, strutting up to them saucily.<br /> "You did it, Vi! They all looked like they wanted to eat you up." My best friend and manager Naomi screams running up to me to hug me while all my co-workers clap and shout congrats. "How about some birthday cake before the next show?"<br /> I give Naomi the biggest hug and nod.<br /> "What's wrong girl?" She asks noticing something is wrong right away.<br /> I want to be happy but I have this really terrible feeling in my chest. I hug her back trying not to smile awkwardly as I ask her if my husband Richard made an appearance tonight.<br /> "No, I didn't see him? Was he supposed to be here?" She asked.<br /> "Yes." I replied. I could see the look of pity on her face as she shook her head, it had been about 4 years since he had been to one of my modeling gigs. And what type of message did that send? He was my husband and should've been here to support me.<br /> Part of me isn't really surprised, I knew when I refused to quit modeling and depend fully on Richard financially that our marriage would change.<br /> But this job is what helped get his business up and running when we graduated college with no immediate careers in sight. So I decided to keep modeling even after Richard became financially stable, despite it not being anything closely related to what I'd majored in.<br /> Naomi attempts to cheer me up with the double chocolate layer cake she baked me for my birthday and I grin at her trying my best not to let my intuition eat away at my happiness, nobody wanted an unhappy campaign model right?<br /> I finally manage to escape Naomi and her devil addicting double chocolate cake, making my way out front to the crowd to make my appearances and answer questions for those who had attended the opening show before the next show started.<br /> Afterwards when it was time for the second show, I made my way backstage to my booth to check my phone for any messages from Richard. He was a very successful business man that had recently become the owner of the company he had worked for, thanks to me, why shouldn't he take days off to support my career? Why else was his secretary always around for then?<br /> The bad feeling in my chest only increase at that point, and I recognized it as my intuition. Something was up and I was so angry that I seemed like the only one who wanted our marriage so I was gonna confront Richard about it. After not locating my phone, I realized that I had left my phone at home and since this was the second show I could afford to leave. I was only required to show my face at the after party that started in 6 hours and I would be back by then.<br /> I grabbed my bag and dipped before anyone noticed, sneaking another slice of Naomi's cake as I went.<br /> When I finally made it home I sat in the car for a moment smashing on the piece of cake because Richard hated when I ate sweets. It was my birthday, I deserved to smash my face in it!<br /> When I finished, I walked into the house instantly noticing the clothing littered the floor. There were female clothing scattered among the trail that led upstairs. A sickening feeling overcame me at that moment but I forced the cake that had suddenly came up back down, following the trail of clothing up the stairs to my bedroom door slowly, quietly.<br /> I could hear the sounds of moans and groans pouring from our bedroom.<br /> My husband had grown bold, it seemed. Obviously he had no respect for me if he passed up one of the most successful campaign launches for my career to bring a bimbo to our house to have an affair.<br /> I almost turned to leave, wanting to just walk away with my heart partially intact but I knew I had to see this. I tried to mentally prepare myself for this. I wanted to know who the bimbo was.<br /> To bring a woman to our home and have intercourse with her in our bed on my birthday? He was so disrespectful and just asking to be caught. As I stepped closer to the door, I could hear her telling him how much she loved him through the door.<br /> He responded, telling her that he loved her too. I closed my eyes counting to ten and gathering what remained of my resolve.<br /> I can do this, I thought. I must see this.<br /> I forced myself to open the door, my eyes widening as I saw them in the act up close and personal.<br /> I realized that he had been having an affair with his assistant, Emily. The sad part is that this did not appear to be just a regular experience. They were making love and the familiarity of it told me that it had been happening for quite a while. I couldn't have prepared myself for the pain that I felt slicing through my heart in a thousand years.<br /> My soul was in agony, this was not something that the mind couldn't rationalize for the sake of saving my heart from breaking into pieces. It had been in my face all along and I had been blind to it because we had started attending marriage counseling together. What a joke the marriage counselling must have been to both of them.<br /> My marriage was over. And that one thought kept repeating inside my head like a broken record.<br /> It's over.<br /> I dropped my bag at the door, turning to run away from the sight of them. I couldn't take the pain of watching them anymore. My marriage to Richard had meant everything to me, we had been married 10 years.<br /> I managed to hold my sobs as I ran outside of my home, past my car, and down the streets of our beautiful neighborhood. I just let myself run freely, trying to run myself to exertion to exchange the pain from my heart to the pain in my legs. My silk dress had ripped all up my thighs exposing my lace panties, too delicate for the strain that my pumping legs made. I did not care at all, not pausing to cover myself or look if anybody was looking at me.<br /> When I finally stopped to catch my breath and look around I was just at the local park 10 minutes away from my home. I finally let my sobs out, breaking down completely as I saw that the park was empty.<br /> Richard had been my high-school best friend turned sweetheart after prom, when I gave him my first time. I had always loved him, just fell in love our senior year. I had wanted to have children with him and grow old with him, I did everything right to keep him happy. I had never looked back and regretted anything until now. I knew that we were never supposed to be more than friends but I still married him after high-school because he had been the only guy I wanted to be with.<br /> Richard had cheated once before in college but that was just a one time at a party. He hadn't came back to our dorm that night and that next morning, I had just knew. I forgave him since we were still basically kids in college, told him he was still who I wanted and that I wouldn't dream of sleeping with another man. But still once a cheater, always a cheater.<br /> He destroyed me..<br /> Everything else I could deal with. Marriage was about forgiveness and making sacrifices, right?But sharing intimacy with another? That was the worst type of betrayal. I couldn't stay with him after this. I couldn't forgive him for this, but I was too weak to walk away. Love didn't just fade away, the hurt was still there stabbing me in my chest. I wanted him to hurt, I knew that he loved me. I was the real mastermind behind his company. He couldn't afford to lose me.<br /> But I had nothing left to give. I had put everything including my soul into my marriage, only for it to shatter before my eyes. I couldn't stand another thought of being on this Earth without him after this, either.<br /> He was my only best friend after all.<br /> How would I end it?<br /> My LIFE.<br /> How would I commit suicide?<br /> Pills? Hanging? Knife? Bridge?<br /> I could have a peaceful death. I would drown myself, let the water end the anguish that brewed inside my heart. And when they found my body, he would know.<br /> He did this. He lost me, forever.<br /> ---<br /> Vivian<br /> Silence makes many people very uncomfortable. It's non existence is deafening, it can be insistent and unable to escape. People cannot stand the thought of being alone in silence. People crave interaction with people, they crave attention.<br /> I, however, craved intimacy. And I was not just talking about intercourse.<br /> Intimacy wasn't about who could touch my body, it was about who could touch my soul.<br /> Intimacy was the purest form of connection, something I lacked in my marriage.<br /> Now I wished that I could capture that silence for myself. I wanted to bottle that silence, preserve it just for me so that I could release it every time my thoughts overwhelmed my head.<br /> I studied the ripples that my legs made in the pond.<br /> Beautiful, I thought, tilting my head up to look up into the dark sky. I closed my eyes, if I waited any longer I would lose my nerve. I sucked in my breath, desperately trying to taste the sweetness of summer one last time but it was too late. I tasted bitterness on my tongue and I felt it engulfing me, tainting the taste that I had wanted to savor. I gasped, inhaling fresh air, despair filled me at the thought that I would leave this world with my soul not at peace. I forced myself to believe that I could taste the final sweet taste of summer and it subdued my mind as I gently stretched my legs side to side before sliding into the water allowing the water to close over my face without panicking.<br /> The water was colder as I floated underneath it. My dress seems tighter, constricting my gentle movements so I removed it, ripping it off my body before I really started to panic.<br /> Peaceful. Peaceful. Peaceful. I chanted inside my head, all I wanted was to die peacefully. Something inside me won't allow that though, something rebels. I am rebelling.<br /> I've never been a coward, why should I start now?<br /> Because it hurts...<br /> Suddenly loud ringing starts in my ears and I gasp stupidly, releasing the the little air that I had been holding onto. The water has changed, becoming insistent and dragging me down. The fear consumes me, I am really terrified to die. What happened to dying peacefully?<br /> Just fight for your life. My conscience screams.<br /> I desperately fling my arms back and forth, pumping my legs to swim to the surface of the water. I swim until I can see a glimmer of light in the dark water, the surface was just there but my body is weaker now. I can barely move because I've driven my body to exertion.<br /> I am just about to reach the surface when my breath finally gives out and I am forced to swallow the water.<br /> I've tempted Satan with my soul, now he is going to make me drown.<br /> You were almost there, I couldn't help thinking as I began to jerk uncontrollably, the water inducing spasms of my larynx. Within 30 seconds, the laryngospasms begin to weaken and I'm losing consciousness. My life begins flashing before my eyes and as my brain skims through my wonderful childhood, it isn't long before I see Richard. He was my first best friend. My first love. My first everything and my life with him flashed.<br /> Realizing that I loved him. Marrying him after high school graduation. The discovery of his infidelity in college. Choosing to stay and work through our problems. Graduating college with honors with him at my side. Pursuing a modeling career to help support us while he became stable. Then finally coming home tonight to discover that that infidelity had never ceased.<br /> The pain of knowing that 10 years of my life had been wasted in a one-sided loveless marriage with a cheating prick did not hit me as hard as earlier. The pain was just gone, I had not loss much with Richard... only time.<br /> Then my flashes stop and I see what could be, my life starting anew. Dating, a faithful relationship with the man of my dreams, having children in my little farm house. I want it so bad but it is just out of my grasp. The water is pulling me down, refusing to allow me to float just under the waterline anyone. I am sinking like a stone.<br /> I know that brain failure is imminent but I also know that there is one last chance to survive.<br /> My body forces me to inhale again and with that force, I propel myself upwards. I finally break the surface of the water, spitting up all that awful tasting water that I had pretended tasted so sweet. I climb out of the pond, looking down at the misleading peaceful looking waves.<br /> I ripped off the remainder of my underwear hating the feeling of wet clothing on my skin, decidi<br /> ng right then and there that I would never step foot in any large body of water ever again. I start my walk back to my home.<br /> When I opened the door to the house and made my way pass the clothing, I smiled a very dark smile.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them making love from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> And now I would not go silently.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. They were making love, it was no question.<br /> The door smacked the wall hard alerting them that I was here. Emily's shocked gasp filled the air.<br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice." I commented before making my way to my walk in closet. "Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec." I grabbed a dress for the after party that I was now late for and made my way to the bathroom humming happily.<br /> At the angle that I took the pictures, the affair was unmistakable. I smiled at them again when I passed. Emily now scrambled to grab the covers that they had kicked on the floor. I chuckled, I had already saw everything she had to offer, with the comforter out of her reach she was now using Richard to shield her and neither of them would make eye contact with me.<br /> "At least own up to what y'all were doing, be adults about it. I'm not mad." I said.<br /> "Vivian, I can-" Richard began to try to make that dumb hip excuse, with that dumb hip look on his face pissing me off. The nasal sound of his voice was pissing me off. Everything about him was pissing me off. What did I ever see in him? Love sure blinded the outta me if I was just noticing this now.<br /> "Explain? No need to Richard, I see you both right now. Again, continue if you wish, I'll be on my way in a minute." I said, shutting the bathroom door and showering.<br /> I thanked fate for allowing me to leave my phone home in order to discover the affair. I took my sweet time, going all out with my routine and appreciating the warm water after I had been floating in that cold hip water for close to 3 hours. I even started to sing, ignoring Richard when he knocked on the door calling my name.<br /> After I got done I continued ignoring him while I dried, lathered myself with oils, and did my hair. my time was all my own again. My days of answering to him were over.<br /> "Freedom," I sang, opening the door and pushing past him. "Why were you undressed? What do you mean you're not mad?" He was frowning at the dress that I had on. "Where are you going Vivian?" He asked.<br /> "Not today, Richard." I said, ignoring his question. Both of them were now dressed and she sat on the perfectly made as if the affair had never happened.<br /> "Vivian, I would like to apologize," She began as we made eye- contact. I could almost respect her, but she was the worst type of person. They both were. <br /> "How long?" I asked her.<br /> "About-" She began.<br /> "Emily shut it, Vivian its not what you think. We-"<br /> "Save it, Richard. I was speaking to Emily, woman to woman. Now, how long?" I said looking at her. I saw his disbelief that I had just cut him off. I had never did it before but then again, I had never disrespected him by cheating or even entertaining the thought either.<br /> "About 4 years." Longer than I thought initially, but now that I thought back he had stopped attending my shows around that time.<br /> "Wow, I hope you both have a good night. <br /> I'm out." From the corner of my eye I notice Richard eyeing me. I turned getting him a 360 view of my dress and his face turned red. "Where are you going, Vivian?" He said it possessively.<br /> "To have passionate intercourse with a random stranger, Richard." I could feel a hysterical laugh building inside me but I manage to hold in in, smiling instead. "Its only fair that I make up for all the intercourse I've been missing out on due to your negligence. Enjoy your secretary, husband. When we're divorced, feel free to marry her because when I'm done with you, nobody will come near either of you again." I said, leaving them dumbfounded.<br /> I made a show of bending to grab my purse at the doorway, turning back to smile seductively at Richard.<br /> I giggled, standing and holding my head high as I walked out of the house to my car. I had never been insecure of my body but since Richard treated me as if I'd been invincible, and not from a lack of trying on my part, for the past two years I had been questioning myself. I mean slowly losing my self confidence as the significant other.<br /> Never again... Near death experiences had a way of making you see what really mattered.<br /> My happiness.<br /> Call me selfish or whatever. I have missed out and tonight I was going to make up for it.<br /> Nothing could make me stay to work things out at this point, I was divorcing him. With the proof I had, I would destroy him then take everything that he had. I wasn't walking away from this 10- year investment empty handed.<br /> Once, he told me that he would give me the world.<br /> But I could settle with his bank account.	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1,778,731	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778729}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:42	active	760	962026925510469	I slept with my bf's bestfriend	I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent's best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on me .<br /> I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent call him a “tomcat.”<br /> <br /> Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find him through my social media recommendations.<br /> Aaron Morris.<br /> His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was a combination of his first initial and his last name. <br /> There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.<br /> His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a glass of w1ne in hand, head tilted in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were accented by striking blue eyes. The black button-down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.<br /> Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.<br /> He was undeniably sexy—enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with someone so gorgeous? Did it not make him feel insecure?<br /> But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.<br /> Aaron accepted my friend request later that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped up on my messenger.<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> heyOlive: Busy?<br /> Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?<br /> I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures, and my avatar was just black. Looking back, it’s funny to think that after being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. He was definitely trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me. <br /> heyOlive: A u sing1e?<br /> . . .<br /> Amorris: What do you think?<br /> heyOlive: I booked a hotel room. Do you wanna come over…?<br /> Amorris: Oh darling<br /> Amorris: I don’t sleep with my brother’s girl:)<br /> My face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my name.<br /> heyOlive: I won’t be his girl soon.<br /> Amorris: :)<br /> That stupid, smug little face made me think that he might’ve known this whole time that Vincent had been unfaithful. The realization brought my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent's cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn't imagine the picturethat every time Vincent left for a party, he’d have another woman wrapped up in his arms.<br /> My trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I’d cheated on Vincent before all of this! <br /> The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an outlet.<br /> heyOlive: Come to the Beast Pub, tonight<br /> heyOlive: Gonna get wasted lol<br /> Cinderss: I can’t tonight :( I have to stay late to work on this stupid landscape plan. The homeowner’s throwing a fit over the water section <br /> heyOlive: Vincent is cheating<br /> Not even two seconds passed.<br /> Cinderss: ill meet you there xx<br /> We met up at Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to douse my anger.<br /> Around 9 o’clock, Cinder finally arrived. She was a blonde beauty, and not even her conservative office uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the clacking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came from a family that was a little more than “well off.” The girl had all the money she could ask for but still insisted on working, devoted to her career in landscaping.<br /> “Olive! I’m so, so sorry I’m late, babe! Oh! Yes, one cocktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers, “You look so good! Oh my god!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get laid?”<br /> “Apologized for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of the Swann Group.”<br /> “Ugh… quit it! I’m serious! What is going on with you and Vincent?”<br /> I sipped the foam off my drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to Cinder.<br /> “Remember when I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the day after their class reunion last week.”<br /> “Ooh! Let’s see here… Hotel room window—That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the photo’s caption. “Hmm… ‘Throwback to grad night…’ Oh, this is so a morning-after pic.”<br /> “Right? I thought so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s shirt she’s wearing.”<br /> Her eyes widened and she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha—How do you know? I’m sure they all have the school shirt.”<br /> “Well, yeah, but Vincent couldn’t find his own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it. It has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you explain that any other way?”<br /> She handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. "I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re right.”<br /> A waiter stopped at our table, setting Cinder’s cocktail down. She ignored it, grabbing my glass and taking a long drink. She shot the waiter a dazzling smile, “Can I get one of these, too?”<br /> After he left, I continued, "I didn't mention it to him at first, but then I found out they did share a room. Then I found their texts and—God, I’m such an idiot…”<br /> "He’s such a trash," Cinder corrected.<br /> "Such a trash!" I cried, swallowing another mouthful of beer.<br /> “ yeah!” We clinked glasses. My anger was washed away, just like I’d hoped it would.<br /> Cinder giggled and sat back, “So what’s next?”<br /> “Well…” I smirked over the rim of my drink. “I texted one of his buddies earlier. Said I had a hotel room to myself if he wanted to join me.”<br /> “Ooh! So you’re gonna cheat right back at him!” She was clearly excited, “I love that! So you were with him at the hotel before coming here? Was he handsome? <br /> “No! I mean, I don’t know. Vincent calls him a tomcat,” I said, winking at her. “He turned me down, though.”<br /> “Turned you down?! For what?!” She scowled at me and reached over the table to give my shoulder a shove. “You should’ve sent a bikin1 pic! I bet he wouldn’t have been able to resist something like that.”<br /> “It doesn’t matter. I could easily find someone else…” I set my glass down. “It’s just gonna be hard to find such a perfect-looking guy. I really wanna stick it to Vincent, you know?”<br /> “Oh, totally. I mean look at the guys here,” Cinder scanned over the men in the room, some of whom threw her a wink when saw her looking. She ignored them with a blank expression and turned back to me, wagging a finger in disgust. “You can’t sleep with someone who isn’t at least as handsome as Vincent.”<br /> I nodded. The whole appeal of my revenge was to sleep with a better man to make Vincent feel pathetic. Otherwise, what’s the point?<br /> While I was agonizing over having to find another dreamboat like Aaron, my phone buzzed.<br /> Amorris: Come over?<br /> Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.<br /> “Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.<br /> I shook my head, “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”<br /> She gasped and snatched my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my god. That’s Vincent’s friend?!” <br /> “Yeah? You know him?”<br /> “Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.” She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”<br /> She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can already imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.<br /> Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something better. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!<br /> “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “We are not dating. I don’t need to go all out.”<br /> She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tramp, security might not even let you inside.”<br /> “Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”<br /> An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.<br /> I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burger joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.<br /> heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burgers? lol<br /> I laughed at the absurdity of it all.<br /> What was I thinking?<br /> Amorris: Go ahead and pick something for me.<br /> Amorris: Thanks darling<br /> As I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few minutes of this, he sent another message.<br /> Amorris: 2 out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late. Will not be ordering again.<br /> I scowled. Just who the did he think I was?<br /> heyOlive: Lost :(<br /> Amorris: Great.<br /> Amorris: Where are you now?<br /> I quickly sent him a picture of my location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize him.<br /> Most of the times I’d ever seen Aaron were at dim and foggy nightclubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily always complimenting his style, my mental image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious boss.<br /> But today? He was dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed-out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the past.<br /> He grinned as soon as he saw me. “Hi.”<br /> God, he was so handsome. His Facebook avatar did not do him justice.<br /> It’s said that men are creatures of sight, that they judge by looks. But women can be the same, right? The fact that my notion to “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof. I knew that Aaron was handsome, just not really my type… <br /> Except that the man in front of me now was exactly the kind of knockout I wanted.<br /> I smiled back, “Hi.”<br /> He reached for the paper bag in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And the food’s cold.”<br /> If he treats me like a god delivery girl one more time…<br /> He walked me back to his building, leading the way up to his penthouse. The view was breathtaking, showcasing the bustling nightlife of Manhattan.<br /> To be honest, I expected it to be somewhat awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting his burger on a plate. He was really going to eat it with a knife and a fork. Classy.<br /> He looked up at me and asked, “Do you want ketchup?”<br /> I had to remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try having dinner with him before I leave.<br /> God, even his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand I’d never heard of.<br /> After a bit, Aaron stepped into another room to take a phone call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt one of his land on my shoulder, startling me.<br /> He grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can just leave ‘em in there.”<br /> Then he leaned in a little closer. Granted, it was a safe, platonic distance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the water off my hands and turned to look at him.<br /> His expression was innocent. “Something came up. I have to go.”<br /> What? Was this date already a failure?<br /> “Wait for me, okay? I’ll get changed real quick and take you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him, and his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. He paused for a few seconds before putting it down, still wearing that seductive smile.<br /> “Huh? You were the one who invited me over,” I said, incredulous. How could he just leave like that? I borrowed Cinder’s clothes and redid my makeup for this!<br /> “Alright…” He started slowly. He looked almost confused. “So you wanna wait for me? I’ll be back in soon.”<br /> I bit my lower lip and cursed him internally, but tried my best to stay polite.<br /> “No, it’s alright. I can call a cab,” I gave him a cordial smile, turning to leave. In an instant, he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back. I didn’t resist, letting him bring me to stand in front of him.<br /> He stared at me, brows lowered. Staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his, I felt like I won the lottery.<br /> “Kitchen, living room, or bedroom,” he asked, voice low.<br /> “Bedroom,” I said, suddenly breathless. “The bedroom’s fine.”<br /> Aaron let out a deep laugh. “Perfect.”<br /> I got a good look at his penthouse as he led me upstairs. I’d expected the rest of his home to be gaudy, typical of a young and reckless millionaire, but he surprised me. It reminded me of an elegant hotel suite, decorated with gorgeous vintage furniture, expensive paintings, and marble sculptures.<br /> His bedroom itself was unexpectedly light and simple in comparison. It had a mature black and white color scheme to it. The windowsill was set with w1ne and scented candles and dimmed gallery lights hung from the ceiling. The space was free of furniture aside from the king-sized bed and nightstand in the middle of the room.<br /> I was suddenly disgusted, thinking about how many women he must have had in this bed.<br /> The smell of the candles became almost overpowering, and I hesitated at the doorway. “Can we take a step back?” I asked.<br /> “Back?” He frowned, puzzled. “To what?”<br /> “The living room? Or the kitchen? Someplace else…” I rubbed my nose with one hand, resting the other on my chest.<br /> Aaron cocked an eyebrow at this, walking across the room to open the window and blowing out the candles in the process. He made his way back to me, took my hand, and shot me another award-winning smile. “Darling. Going back isn’t an option.”<br /> And then, I was pulled inside.<br /> The bed was incredibly soft.<br /> Aaron, on the other hand, incredibly uneasy.<br /> He sat over me with his knees at my sides, looking down into my eyes while he slowly undressed. Just a glimpse at the waistband of his underwear was enough to send me into a haze.<br /> He was so charming.<br /> He didn’t have much body hair, giving a clear view of his toned chest, well-defined muscles, and—I knew it!—six-pack abs. His body would put male models everywhere to shame.<br /> Aaron leaned down to stare at me. One hand rested on the side of my face, while the other got to work skillfully unbuttoning my top. The slowed pace made me deeply regret my choice of clothes.<br /> Once it was finally undone, he glanced down at my body and paused. When his eyes met mine again, they were filled with desire.<br /> Underneath my shirt-dress, I was only wearing a skin-tight camisole. I’d borrowed Cinder’s brand new silk halter top. It was white with black lace trim, with an extremely low neckline to accentuate my bust. Through the thin material, you could clearly make out the pink of my teat. The hem was barely long enough to cover my panties.<br /> I watched his Adam’s apple bob and felt a hand slide around my waist, gently tickling through the fabric. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Is this alright?”<br /> I held my tongue, biting my bottom lip. My hand was weakly pressed against his chest. My heart pounded in my chest, and when I felt Aaron’s racing under my fingertips, I couldn’t help but moan.<br /> He didn’t bother lifting my skirt, instead slipping his hand under the fabric. It came to a tantalizing stop at my chest, his long index finger tracing my curves, sending a shiver down my spine.<br /> I caught his hand, my breath unsteady. “Stop teasing me. Please.”<br /> Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he took my wrist in his free hand, dragged it up his leg and along his inner thigh, and held it to his hardened length through his jeans.<br /> “You don’t want to rush this, do you?” He lowered his head, and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear. “No, I think I need to warm you up for this first.”<br /> Any protest I had died in my throat.<br /> He gave a soft chuckle and slid his fingers down to my thighs, squeezing roughly. My breathing became even more labored.<br /> He moved to kiss my neck, and I reflexively shied away. <br /> But Aaron didn’t seem to notice, his tongue trailing down to lick at my collarbone, then further down to my chest. He seemed to be loving the foreplay as much as I was. I felt him hook a finger into my panties and pull them away, only to return in seconds to trace the outside of my flower.<br /> There was a sensitive twitch in my belly and slick heat coated his fingers. I saw him lift his hand, smiling gently. His gorgeous blue eyes looked at me as if I were the most precious gem in the world. I was so lost in his gaze that I almost missed him speaking.<br /> “You’re already soaked, hmm? I haven’t even had a chance to play with your 'petal', darling.” And with that, his thumb finally made its way to my pistil.<br /> I clenched my legs almost instantly, my back arching. He took that opportunity to slide his other hand up the curve of my bare back. I wanted to scream at how well he worked my body.<br /> “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly… Loosen up.” His tone was seductive and steady, a stark contrast to my uncontrollable gasps of pleasure. “You can squeeze all you want once my member is in you.”<br /> I could only whisper as I begged, “Please… Please give it to me.”<br /> He laughed softly and leaned down again, his teeth lightly catching my teat through the thin silk of my chemise. Gentle nibbling and teasing with the tip of his tongue left behind a damp stain.<br /> “Your teat are different, darling.” His voice began to tremble with excitement. “All for me…”<br /> “Sh–Shut up,” I managed. I didn’t want to hear the filth spilling out of his mouth, especially when it was the truth, but the intense stimulation and thrill of my revenge aroused me beyond anything I’d felt before.<br /> My flower throbbed and ached, twitching at his wicked words. I shuddered again as his finger had worked its way in, and I felt it exploring and massaging all the right places. Feeling my wetness, he gently withdrew his finger and looked playfully at the glossy sheen left behind. The sudden emptiness made the aching even worse as my insides clenched around nothing.<br /> “Shut up? That’s not what your body’s telling me…” He cocked his head and smiled innocently. “In fact, it looks like it wants even more.”<br /> He stuck out his tongue and dragged it slowly over his fingers, silver threads pulling at the edges of his mouth. The clear blue of his eyes began to darken, growing dangerous and feral.<br /> I felt every nerve in my body screaming for his member. I don’t know why—I used to feel so neutral about intercourse in past relationships. Even with Vincent, I was never so desperate for it. Yet right now, I could only focus on Aaron’s length nestled between my legs, grinding against me through his pants, and all I wanted was to have him.<br /> Aaron tore the camisole off of me, his lips trailing down from my chest to my stomach. I was finally undressed underneath him, and I could hear him suck in a breath.<br /> “I wish I could keep you here forever,” he muttered. I heard him swallow and felt him through his jeans as he ground his hips into mine. “Right here in my bed…” He panted, pulling down his pants and finally freeing his member. <br /> Despite his thorough foreplay and preparation with his fingers, there was still that initial painful stretching. This tomcat was absolutely living up to his reputation as a lady-killer.<br /> He sighed almost dreamily, desire-filled eyes glazed over. His comfortable expression was actually kind of adorable.<br /> “Relax,” he reminded me as he stilled himself.<br /> My voice came out broken, “I am.”<br /> He smiled a little, pushing even deeper, and I couldn’t hold back my groan.<br /> “Hey.” He held my chin, softly running his thumb over my lips. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable… and let me know what feels good, okay?” Everything about him was sending goosebumps down my body.<br /> What kind of feedback did he want exactly?<br /> Before I got a chance to ask, he gave an experimental thrust, and I couldn’t bite back my moan in time.<br /> “Just like that, darling,” he gave a breathy laugh.<br /> He was going to be the death of me.<br /> Aaron couldn’t help himself at this point. He rammed his member into me, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. I felt his Adam’s apple tickling my neck while he moaned and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. When he’d pull back, he’d gaze into my eyes as if mesmerized by the dazed, half-focused way I looked up at him.<br /> He slurred, “Let me taste those sounds you’re making, baby.” And with that, his mouth traced my jawline until he found my lips.<br /> I turned my head away, avoiding the kiss. That was a little too intimate for us.<br /> This didn’t seem to put him off and he kept up his rhythm. I listened to the honeyed words that fell from him—how charming, how lovely, how perfect I was—and I listened to the filthy words as well. Filthy words about my body, my lips, and my eyes.<br /> Just as my thoughts were drifting, he brought me back to the moment with a deep, delicious thrust. “You still with me, darling?”<br /> I felt like I could die like this, lost in the feeling of him. I didn’t even have the words to describe it. It was carnal and passionate in a way that transcended each of my senses. I was overwhelmed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the vulgar wetness as he drove himself into me again and again, my own shameless screams of euphoria, and his fervent gasps.<br /> My phone rang. I knew it must be Vincent.	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1,778,139	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778137}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:34	active	760	455006663852168	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband had been having an affair with his assistant. I could hear the sounds of moans pouring from our bedroom before I opened the door.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them having intercourse from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. <br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice.Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec."<br /> ————————<br /> Vivian<br /> I took a deep breath compose myself as the my introduction to the crowd began. My heart felt as if it was in my throat right now. It felt like the weight of the world was centered on my shoulders.<br /> If I was successful, not only would it launch my modeling career at age 28, but I would increase funding for this campaign.<br /> Since majority of the crowd outside of these curtains did not have my skin tone, I had to impress them.<br /> Today is the beginning of a campaign launching models with brown skin into the dominantly pale skinned model industry. I will be the face of the campaign and in order to be successful, I must make these rich people want to fund this campaign.<br /> And I will succeed.<br /> There has never been a fashion show like this, where I haven't had my hair straightened, my make up has not been contoured on my face to match those around me, and I am not walking fiercely down the walkway as if I'm walking on fire.<br /> I had always been confident in myself as a black woman yet I still found myself getting stage fright before my shows. Even more so with the bold campaign I was now launching.<br /> And after many failed seductive attempts with my husband lately, I wasn't sure if I could seduce the crowd before me.<br /> Instead I am to walk slowly, very seductively. My natural kinky curls framed my face, I have little to no make up on so that I appear soft as I am, completely naturally.<br /> The curtains are pulled back and as I began my walk down the aisle, it is not hard at all to seduce the crowd.<br /> I capture everybody's attention and when I pass them, the from the corner of my eye, I can see the effect I have on them and I couldn't help how it boosted my confidence.<br /> My walk is so natural and graceful that I practically glide down the run way. The bronze light is soft and makes my brown skin glow in the dark like highlight. The sway of my hips is mesmerizing to the crowd, so I pause and I turn slowly looking at all the faces to give them my best seductive smile.<br /> Many have lost their composure, becoming flustered by my attention. I hold my smirk, this is my crowd now.<br /> I almost falter when I see that my husband is not among the crowd. Once upon a time, he was always the first face that I graced with my smiles. He had never missed one of my shows in the beginning, looking up at me just as entranced as the rest of the crowd.<br /> I can feel my eyes watering so I quickly look away from them and continue making my way down the runway.<br /> When I finish with the crowd, I walk back up the runway and into the darkness hiding me from the crowd as they all cheer. In the darkness I hold my face, I can't help the excitement that overcomes me. I did it!<br /> My husband had promised to be here today. If he wasn't behind stage with the rest of my crew then I didn't know what this would mean for our marriage. I could worry about all that tomorrow though.<br /> Tonight, I fuccccckkking owned that crowd and I was sure going to celebrate my success on my birthday.<br /> I let out the breath that I had been holding and recompose myself then I walk behind stage to the small group gathered for me. I grin victoriously, strutting up to them saucily.<br /> "You did it, Vi! They all looked like they wanted to eat you up." My best friend and manager Naomi screams running up to me to hug me while all my co-workers clap and shout congrats. "How about some birthday cake before the next show?"<br /> I give Naomi the biggest hug and nod.<br /> "What's wrong girl?" She asks noticing something is wrong right away.<br /> I want to be happy but I have this really terrible feeling in my chest. I hug her back trying not to smile awkwardly as I ask her if my husband Richard made an appearance tonight.<br /> "No, I didn't see him? Was he supposed to be here?" She asked.<br /> "Yes." I replied. I could see the look of pity on her face as she shook her head, it had been about 4 years since he had been to one of my modeling gigs. And what type of message did that send? He was my husband and should've been here to support me.<br /> Part of me isn't really surprised, I knew when I refused to quit modeling and depend fully on Richard financially that our marriage would change.<br /> But this job is what helped get his business up and running when we graduated college with no immediate careers in sight. So I decided to keep modeling even after Richard became financially stable, despite it not being anything closely related to what I'd majored in.<br /> Naomi attempts to cheer me up with the double chocolate layer cake she baked me for my birthday and I grin at her trying my best not to let my intuition eat away at my happiness, nobody wanted an unhappy campaign model right?<br /> I finally manage to escape Naomi and her devil addicting double chocolate cake, making my way out front to the crowd to make my appearances and answer questions for those who had attended the opening show before the next show started.<br /> Afterwards when it was time for the second show, I made my way backstage to my booth to check my phone for any messages from Richard. He was a very successful business man that had recently become the owner of the company he had worked for, thanks to me, why shouldn't he take days off to support my career? Why else was his secretary always around for then?<br /> The bad feeling in my chest only increase at that point, and I recognized it as my intuition. Something was up and I was so angry that I seemed like the only one who wanted our marriage so I was gonna confront Richard about it. After not locating my phone, I realized that I had left my phone at home and since this was the second show I could afford to leave. I was only required to show my face at the after party that started in 6 hours and I would be back by then.<br /> I grabbed my bag and dipped before anyone noticed, sneaking another slice of Naomi's cake as I went.<br /> When I finally made it home I sat in the car for a moment smashing on the piece of cake because Richard hated when I ate sweets. It was my birthday, I deserved to smash my face in it!<br /> When I finished, I walked into the house instantly noticing the clothing littered the floor. There were female clothing scattered among the trail that led upstairs. A sickening feeling overcame me at that moment but I forced the cake that had suddenly came up back down, following the trail of clothing up the stairs to my bedroom door slowly, quietly.<br /> I could hear the sounds of moans and groans pouring from our bedroom.<br /> My husband had grown bold, it seemed. Obviously he had no respect for me if he passed up one of the most successful campaign launches for my career to bring a bimbo to our house to have an affair.<br /> I almost turned to leave, wanting to just walk away with my heart partially intact but I knew I had to see this. I tried to mentally prepare myself for this. I wanted to know who the bimbo was.<br /> To bring a woman to our home and have intercourse with her in our bed on my birthday? He was so disrespectful and just asking to be caught. As I stepped closer to the door, I could hear her telling him how much she loved him through the door.<br /> He responded, telling her that he loved her too. I closed my eyes counting to ten and gathering what remained of my resolve.<br /> I can do this, I thought. I must see this.<br /> I forced myself to open the door, my eyes widening as I saw them in the act up close and personal.<br /> I realized that he had been having an affair with his assistant, Emily. The sad part is that this did not appear to be just a regular experience. They were making love and the familiarity of it told me that it had been happening for quite a while. I couldn't have prepared myself for the pain that I felt slicing through my heart in a thousand years.<br /> My soul was in agony, this was not something that the mind couldn't rationalize for the sake of saving my heart from breaking into pieces. It had been in my face all along and I had been blind to it because we had started attending marriage counseling together. What a joke the marriage counselling must have been to both of them.<br /> My marriage was over. And that one thought kept repeating inside my head like a broken record.<br /> It's over.<br /> I dropped my bag at the door, turning to run away from the sight of them. I couldn't take the pain of watching them anymore. My marriage to Richard had meant everything to me, we had been married 10 years.<br /> I managed to hold my sobs as I ran outside of my home, past my car, and down the streets of our beautiful neighborhood. I just let myself run freely, trying to run myself to exertion to exchange the pain from my heart to the pain in my legs. My silk dress had ripped all up my thighs exposing my lace panties, too delicate for the strain that my pumping legs made. I did not care at all, not pausing to cover myself or look if anybody was looking at me.<br /> When I finally stopped to catch my breath and look around I was just at the local park 10 minutes away from my home. I finally let my sobs out, breaking down completely as I saw that the park was empty.<br /> Richard had been my high-school best friend turned sweetheart after prom, when I gave him my first time. I had always loved him, just fell in love our senior year. I had wanted to have children with him and grow old with him, I did everything right to keep him happy. I had never looked back and regretted anything until now. I knew that we were never supposed to be more than friends but I still married him after high-school because he had been the only guy I wanted to be with.<br /> Richard had cheated once before in college but that was just a one time at a party. He hadn't came back to our dorm that night and that next morning, I had just knew. I forgave him since we were still basically kids in college, told him he was still who I wanted and that I wouldn't dream of sleeping with another man. But still once a cheater, always a cheater.<br /> He destroyed me..<br /> Everything else I could deal with. Marriage was about forgiveness and making sacrifices, right?But sharing intimacy with another? That was the worst type of betrayal. I couldn't stay with him after this. I couldn't forgive him for this, but I was too weak to walk away. Love didn't just fade away, the hurt was still there stabbing me in my chest. I wanted him to hurt, I knew that he loved me. I was the real mastermind behind his company. He couldn't afford to lose me.<br /> But I had nothing left to give. I had put everything including my soul into my marriage, only for it to shatter before my eyes. I couldn't stand another thought of being on this Earth without him after this, either.<br /> He was my only best friend after all.<br /> How would I end it?<br /> My LIFE.<br /> How would I commit suicide?<br /> Pills? Hanging? Knife? Bridge?<br /> I could have a peaceful death. I would drown myself, let the water end the anguish that brewed inside my heart. And when they found my body, he would know.<br /> He did this. He lost me, forever.<br /> ---<br /> Vivian<br /> Silence makes many people very uncomfortable. It's non existence is deafening, it can be insistent and unable to escape. People cannot stand the thought of being alone in silence. People crave interaction with people, they crave attention.<br /> I, however, craved intimacy. And I was not just talking about intercourse.<br /> Intimacy wasn't about who could touch my body, it was about who could touch my soul.<br /> Intimacy was the purest form of connection, something I lacked in my marriage.<br /> Now I wished that I could capture that silence for myself. I wanted to bottle that silence, preserve it just for me so that I could release it every time my thoughts overwhelmed my head.<br /> I studied the ripples that my legs made in the pond.<br /> Beautiful, I thought, tilting my head up to look up into the dark sky. I closed my eyes, if I waited any longer I would lose my nerve. I sucked in my breath, desperately trying to taste the sweetness of summer one last time but it was too late. I tasted bitterness on my tongue and I felt it engulfing me, tainting the taste that I had wanted to savor. I gasped, inhaling fresh air, despair filled me at the thought that I would leave this world with my soul not at peace. I forced myself to believe that I could taste the final sweet taste of summer and it subdued my mind as I gently stretched my legs side to side before sliding into the water allowing the water to close over my face without panicking.<br /> The water was colder as I floated underneath it. My dress seems tighter, constricting my gentle movements so I removed it, ripping it off my body before I really started to panic.<br /> Peaceful. Peaceful. Peaceful. I chanted inside my head, all I wanted was to die peacefully. Something inside me won't allow that though, something rebels. I am rebelling.<br /> I've never been a coward, why should I start now?<br /> Because it hurts...<br /> Suddenly loud ringing starts in my ears and I gasp stupidly, releasing the the little air that I had been holding onto. The water has changed, becoming insistent and dragging me down. The fear consumes me, I am really terrified to die. What happened to dying peacefully?<br /> Just fight for your life. My conscience screams.<br /> I desperately fling my arms back and forth, pumping my legs to swim to the surface of the water. I swim until I can see a glimmer of light in the dark water, the surface was just there but my body is weaker now. I can barely move because I've driven my body to exertion.<br /> I am just about to reach the surface when my breath finally gives out and I am forced to swallow the water.<br /> I've tempted Satan with my soul, now he is going to make me drown.<br /> You were almost there, I couldn't help thinking as I began to jerk uncontrollably, the water inducing spasms of my larynx. Within 30 seconds, the laryngospasms begin to weaken and I'm losing consciousness. My life begins flashing before my eyes and as my brain skims through my wonderful childhood, it isn't long before I see Richard. He was my first best friend. My first love. My first everything and my life with him flashed.<br /> Realizing that I loved him. Marrying him after high school graduation. The discovery of his infidelity in college. Choosing to stay and work through our problems. Graduating college with honors with him at my side. Pursuing a modeling career to help support us while he became stable. Then finally coming home tonight to discover that that infidelity had never ceased.<br /> The pain of knowing that 10 years of my life had been wasted in a one-sided loveless marriage with a cheating prick did not hit me as hard as earlier. The pain was just gone, I had not loss much with Richard... only time.<br /> Then my flashes stop and I see what could be, my life starting anew. Dating, a faithful relationship with the man of my dreams, having children in my little farm house. I want it so bad but it is just out of my grasp. The water is pulling me down, refusing to allow me to float just under the waterline anyone. I am sinking like a stone.<br /> I know that brain failure is imminent but I also know that there is one last chance to survive.<br /> My body forces me to inhale again and with that force, I propel myself upwards. I finally break the surface of the water, spitting up all that awful tasting water that I had pretended tasted so sweet. I climb out of the pond, looking down at the misleading peaceful looking waves.<br /> I ripped off the remainder of my underwear hating the feeling of wet clothing on my skin, decidi<br /> ng right then and there that I would never step foot in any large body of water ever again. I start my walk back to my home.<br /> When I opened the door to the house and made my way pass the clothing, I smiled a very dark smile.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them making love from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> And now I would not go silently.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. They were making love, it was no question.<br /> The door smacked the wall hard alerting them that I was here. Emily's shocked gasp filled the air.<br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice." I commented before making my way to my walk in closet. "Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec." I grabbed a dress for the after party that I was now late for and made my way to the bathroom humming happily.<br /> At the angle that I took the pictures, the affair was unmistakable. I smiled at them again when I passed. Emily now scrambled to grab the covers that they had kicked on the floor. I chuckled, I had already saw everything she had to offer, with the comforter out of her reach she was now using Richard to shield her and neither of them would make eye contact with me.<br /> "At least own up to what y'all were doing, be adults about it. I'm not mad." I said.<br /> "Vivian, I can-" Richard began to try to make that dumb hip excuse, with that dumb hip look on his face pissing me off. The nasal sound of his voice was pissing me off. Everything about him was pissing me off. What did I ever see in him? Love sure blinded the outta me if I was just noticing this now.<br /> "Explain? No need to Richard, I see you both right now. Again, continue if you wish, I'll be on my way in a minute." I said, shutting the bathroom door and showering.<br /> I thanked fate for allowing me to leave my phone home in order to discover the affair. I took my sweet time, going all out with my routine and appreciating the warm water after I had been floating in that cold hip water for close to 3 hours. I even started to sing, ignoring Richard when he knocked on the door calling my name.<br /> After I got done I continued ignoring him while I dried, lathered myself with oils, and did my hair. my time was all my own again. My days of answering to him were over.<br /> "Freedom," I sang, opening the door and pushing past him. "Why were you undressed? What do you mean you're not mad?" He was frowning at the dress that I had on. "Where are you going Vivian?" He asked.<br /> "Not today, Richard." I said, ignoring his question. Both of them were now dressed and she sat on the perfectly made as if the affair had never happened.<br /> "Vivian, I would like to apologize," She began as we made eye- contact. I could almost respect her, but she was the worst type of person. They both were. <br /> "How long?" I asked her.<br /> "About-" She began.<br /> "Emily shut it, Vivian its not what you think. We-"<br /> "Save it, Richard. I was speaking to Emily, woman to woman. Now, how long?" I said looking at her. I saw his disbelief that I had just cut him off. I had never did it before but then again, I had never disrespected him by cheating or even entertaining the thought either.<br /> "About 4 years." Longer than I thought initially, but now that I thought back he had stopped attending my shows around that time.<br /> "Wow, I hope you both have a good night. <br /> I'm out." From the corner of my eye I notice Richard eyeing me. I turned getting him a 360 view of my dress and his face turned red. "Where are you going, Vivian?" He said it possessively.<br /> "To have passionate intercourse with a random stranger, Richard." I could feel a hysterical laugh building inside me but I manage to hold in in, smiling instead. "Its only fair that I make up for all the intercourse I've been missing out on due to your negligence. Enjoy your secretary, husband. When we're divorced, feel free to marry her because when I'm done with you, nobody will come near either of you again." I said, leaving them dumbfounded.<br /> I made a show of bending to grab my purse at the doorway, turning back to smile seductively at Richard.<br /> I giggled, standing and holding my head high as I walked out of the house to my car. I had never been insecure of my body but since Richard treated me as if I'd been invincible, and not from a lack of trying on my part, for the past two years I had been questioning myself. I mean slowly losing my self confidence as the significant other.<br /> Never again... Near death experiences had a way of making you see what really mattered.<br /> My happiness.<br /> Call me selfish or whatever. I have missed out and tonight I was going to make up for it.<br /> Nothing could make me stay to work things out at this point, I was divorcing him. With the proof I had, I would destroy him then take everything that he had. I wasn't walking away from this 10- year investment empty handed.<br /> Once, he told me that he would give me the world.<br /> But I could settle with his bank account.	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1,778,350	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778263}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:37	active	760	2130559960642524	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Is it yours?" I blurted out the question that had been hovering on the edge of my lips. My fingers clutched at the sheets in a death grip as I braced for the answer.<br /> "Don't change the subject !" He growled, glaring at me.<br /> "Elisa's baby, is it yours?" I asked, feeling my own anger and frustration rise. I hated being accused of being a manipulator when I had no idea what it even was that I was supposedly manipulating. I was angry that Aiden could so blatantly cheat on me, could hold Elisa's hand while she was pregnant while I was all but starved of the tiniest form of affection from my husband. <br /> —<br /> I sagged against the wall of the clinic, not trusting my legs to carry me any further without collapsing in a heap on the floor.<br /> Slowly, as though in a slow motion video, I lifted the picture clutched tight in my left hand and stared at the black and white mass that the nurse had handed over to me after the doctor had pronounced the four words that I had not been expecting at all.<br /> Disbelief and shock and a dozen other thoughts waged a battle in my head. Most prominent thought was 'how?' How could I have gotten pregnant?<br /> Which was a silly question, really. After all I knew all about how babies were made, I wasn't that naive. Still, it had been just the one time, my first time. One time.<br /> A headache bloomed in my temples and I sighed and let my eyes drift shut. Unconsciously, I crumpled the paper in a tight fist, fighting the surge of tears that stung my lids. This was not the time to give in to bouts of self pity, I had to figure out what to do, how to break the news to Aiden and brace myself for what comes after.<br /> I caught sight of the gleaming Mercedes already idling at the front entrance to the hospital, drawing admiring and envious gazes. Thanks to the heavily tinted windows, none of them could see the occupants of the car, but I knew Aiden would be in the back seat, watching me approach. Feeling self conscious at all the attention, I walked up to the car just as the driver's door opened and our chauffeur, Martin, came around to open the back door.<br /> "Afternoon Ma'am." Martin intoned in crisp, professional tones as he held the door open.<br /> "Hello Martin," I murmured, distractedly.<br /> The cause of my distraction sat at the other end of the seat, narrowed dark brown eyes, set in a face that many women and men had described as drop dead gorgeous, were trained on me as he watched me almost lose balance and topple head first into the car.<br /> Disapproval oozed from him in waves as he watched my blunder and my cheeks heated from embarrassment, but I managed to right myself just in time to avoid disaster, mumbling an apology that was ignored.<br /> "Did you get the signed contract?" He asked, his voice deep, sliding over my ears like hot chocolate on a cold winter's morning and I had to suppress the thrilling shiver that ran through me. It wouldn't do to let him see how much everything about him affected me. Yes, I was hopelessly in love with him, but I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me my love was neither wanted nor reciprocated.<br /> I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. "Yes, everything's all set. We should be able to deliver the first batch of lab equipment by the end of month." I fished out my tablet and switched it on, quickly bringing up the signed contract for him to see. "Dr. Mason sends his regards as well."<br /> Aiden merely spared one glance at the screen and nodded. "It's your project. You'll be the main liaison with Vincent at the hospital. Handle it well."<br /> "Of course." I murmured and slid the tablet back in my purse. My fingers brushed the edge of the picture that would either be the final nail in the coffin of our marriage, or the start of a new beginning.<br /> "Aiden..." My palms began to sweat and I could literally hear my heart pounding in my ears. I swallowed nervously and wiped my sweaty palms on my pants.<br /> Rip off the bandaid.<br /> He looked at me, expression devoid of any emotion. It had always been hard to get a read on Aiden and I usually prided myself on being able to read people with some measure of accuracy. Not Aiden though. He was a block of marble - cold, impenetrable.<br /> "What is it?" There was a hint of impatience in his voice and that made me lose what little nerve I had managed to muster.<br /> "I..." I hated myself for stuttering, because I could see how much it irritated him, if the narrowed eyes and wry twist of his lips was any indication. My hands formed tight fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms, the pain helping to ground me a little. "While I was at the hospital, I stopped by..."<br /> His phone went off, the sound shattering the tense moment and drowning out my words. I fell silent as Aiden cursed under his breath and slid the phone from his inner suit pocket to glance at the screen. In the dim interior of the car, I could easily see the lit up screen and the name of the caller displayed.<br /> Elisa.<br /> A tinge of bile filled my throat at the sight of the name. My shoulders sagged and I looked away, my chest feeling like a vise had clamped down on it, squeezing tight.<br /> "Can it wait?" I heard Aiden ask and I glanced up at him. He was looking at me with that same impatient look, head turned to one side as he waited for my answer. "I need to take this call, we can talk afterwards."<br /> "Yeah, sure." I said, forcing a lightness to my voice that I didn't feel. I watched as Aiden accepted the call, my throat tight as I noticed the way his voice got softer, the way his tense shoulders relaxed as he listened to the reply on the other end, the hint of a smile that lifted his stern mouth and felt the vice tighten until I could barely breathe.<br /> Unable to bear the sight, I looked away, swallowing down the lump of bitter emotions that threatened to spill over. I let my mind wander again, unwilling to listen to whatever conversation they were having, knowing it would only hurt me more.<br /> <br /> With a small sign, I stood up and headed towards my room, carrying the box. As I passed one of the rooms, I heard familiar voices coming from inside and without meaning to, I stopped to listen.<br /> "Do you feel better now?" I heard Aiden say. His voice was gentle and filled with concern. I peeked into the room to see who he was talking to. Elisa lay on a daybed by the window with Aiden crouched in front of her, holding onto her hand.<br /> "Yes," She replied and smiled weakly at him. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble."<br /> "It's fine. Vincent will be up to check on you soon."<br /> "I really don't need a doctor." Elisa whispered. "I'll be fine, really."<br /> "You may be, but we don't want to risk anything, especially with the baby."<br /> Shock reverberated through my entire body as I stood rooted to the spot, my head swimming from what I'd just heard. I must have made a sound because they both looked at me, Aiden with a dark expression and Elisa with what I could only describe as a guilty flush.<br /> "What do you want?" Aiden straightened, his eyes flashing in impatience. Through the fog in my mind, I noticed that he hadn't let go of Elisa's hand even while talking to me.<br /> I opened my mouth several times in an attempt to reply but no words came out, my brian seemingly having turned to mush. Several thoughts were swimming through my mind but most prominent were two big questions.<br /> Elisa was pregnant and was Aiden the father?<br /> My gaze landed on their clasped hands and a despair so deep started at the pit of my stomach.<br /> "Jessica!" Aiden's bark pulled me from the jumble of my thoughts. I stared at him blankly, my eyes welling with unshed tears then I looked at Elisa.<br /> "You're pregnant?" I asked stupidly. My voice was a low whisper, broken and hoarse.<br /> At her nod, my knees threatened to give way and I gripped the door for support. I wanted to ask my second question, but I couldn't bring myself to utter the words, I didn't want to know the truth because I wasn't sure I would survive it.<br /> The box slipped from my numb hand and tumbled to the floor with a dull thud. Aiden's eyes fell on the box and if it were possible for his expression to get any colder, it did.<br /> "What are you doing with that?" He demanded in a tone filled with frost.<br /> Still shocked I glanced down at the box then bent down to pick it up. The metal felt cold in my hand as I clasped it to my chest, while fighting the sting of tears.<br /> "Who gave that to you?" Aiden asked. He let go of Elisa's hand and stalked towards me, eyes shooting sparks of blue ice.<br /> "Jodie gave it to me." I replied, taking a step back as he approached, feeling a bit frightened by his ferocity.<br /> He stopped in front of me, mouth set in a thin line. "We need to talk. Now."<br /> Without waiting for my response, his hand closed over my wrist and he towed me along as he strode out of the room, pausing only to reassure Elisa that he would be right back. I stumbled behind him, struggling to match his long strides, clutching the box to my chest like a lifeline. We entered his room and he let go of me to slam the door shut.<br /> The curtains were drawn, casting the room in darkness but I could make out some of the furnishings. Not trusting my legs to hold me up any longer, I perched on the edge of the bed, rubbing my sweaty palms over my dress as I watched Aiden pace round the room, my pulse fluttering in anxiety.<br /> Finally, with a brusque laugh that held bitterness, Aiden stopped in front of me, arms folded. "You really are something else, Jessica." his tone dripped with frost. "Even after two years in this marriage, you're still so determined to manipulate me to get what you want right?"<br /> "Is it yours?" I blurted out the question that had been hovering on the edge of my lips. My fingers clutched at the sheets in a death grip as I braced for the answer.<br /> "Don't change the subject !" He growled, glaring at me.<br /> "Elisa's baby, is it yours?" I asked, feeling my own anger and frustration rise. I hated being accused of being a manipulator when I had no idea what it even was that I was supposedly manipulating. I was angry that Aiden could so blatantly cheat on me, could hold Elisa's hand while she was pregnant while I was all but starved of the tiniest form of affection from my husband.<br /> Something flashed across his expression but was gone too quickly for me to identify what it was. Then his lips thinned, his eyes flashing with mockery. "And what if it is?" He drawled. "Surely you did not expect me to live like a monk when I have a cold fish for a wife?"<br /> Each word hit me with the force of a thousand bricks. "That's not fair, Aiden."<br /> "Fair? You want to talk to me about what's fair?" Aiden leaned over me, one hand on each side, effectively caging me in. "Don't make this into a pity party for yourself, Jessica, you don't get to feel sorry for any misery you brought on yourself the day you plotted with my father to force me to marry you."<br /> I shut my eyes so he wouldn't see my despair. "For the last time, I had nothing to do with Julian's decision."<br /> "Yes, well he's not here to defend himself, is he?" Aiden sneered. He gestured at the box which was on the bed. "Do you really think what's in that box can stop me from ending this marriage?"<br /> "I don't know." I whispered, each pulse like a thousand needles piercing through my skin. I didn't know what was in the box, but what I did know was that I could no longer lie to myself. My marriage was beyond saving and even if Aiden chose to stay with me, we would just continue to hurt each other.<br /> I drew in a shaky breath and gathered my thoughts. "You're right, there's no use trying to save this marriage anymore. We should get a divorce, I'm willing to sign anything, let's just go our separate ways."<br /> He stared at me, his gaze roving over my face as though he was trying to gauge the depth of my emotions. "Why?"<br /> "You said it yourself, our marriage is a sham and it's making us both miserable so we might as well end it." I couldn't resist adding bitterly. "And you can finally be with the one you've always wanted."<br /> He straightened, folded his arms, still watching me intently. "What do you want in the divorce?"<br /> "I really don't care. I just want this to be over." I pushed to my feet, wanting to be alone, where I could feel sorry for myself in peace. "I have a flight to catch in two hours, you can send over the divorce papers when I get to Winsconsin. I'll move my things out of the house when I get back from my trip. Excuse me."<br /> I pushed past him, but he stopped me. "About Elisa..." he began but I stopped him with a cold glare.<br /> "I don't care anymore, Aiden. You can marry her tomorrow for all I care. Have a nice life."<br /> I stormed out of the room and almost collided into Vincent who was just entering the room. He steadied me, his brow furrowing when he saw the state I was in.<br /> "Jess, what's wrong?" He asked, eyes darting from me to Aiden.<br /> "Nothing's wrong, I just have a flight to catch. Please excuse me." I broke free from his grip and hurried away. Let Aiden be the one to explain, let him say whatever he wanted, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to leave Skye manor and everything it meant.<br /> Needing to avoid the people milling about, I headed for the west side where there was a set of stairs that led to the lake and from there I could get to the parking lot. My bags were still in the car and I could only hope that Martin was closeby.<br /> "Jess! Wait a moment." Elisa called out from behind me. I hastened my steps, I didn't want to talk to her, didn't trust myself to not lose my cool and lash out at her. Right now, I hated her for everything she represented.<br /> "Jessica!" she called out again but I kept moving. I could see the stairs just ahead and hurried towards it. Just as I reached the first step, I felt my arm being wrenched from behind.<br /> I turned towards her defensively, intending to yank my arm away. The next seconds happened in slow motion as I watched, the horrified look on Elisa's face as she stumbled forward from the force, tripped over my foot and plunged headfirst down the steep flight of stairs.<br /> I heard a piercing scream and realized it was coming from me, as I stood frozen as Elisa tumbled down the stairs to land in a broken heap at the base. My heart hammered in my chest, fingers stiff and cold as I forced myself to move, eyes glued on the gruesome sight below. Someone shoved past me, pushing me aside so hard my shoulder hit the guardrail and I gasped as pain bloomed from the spot.<br /> "What did you do to her?" Aiden had reached Elisa, he kneeled down beside her, his expression a picture of panic and fear. He gathered her carefully in his arms and I felt my head swim at the sight of the blood pooling beneath her. I slid down and sat on a step, my legs having turned to jelly.<br /> "Aiden, don't move her, she may have a spinal injury." Vincent yelled as he brushed past me. Aiden set her back down on the ground, her face pale and lifeless.<br /> "Call nine one one." Vincent instructed as he began emergency procedures on Elisa. With trembling fingers, Aiden pulled out his cell phone and dialed.<br /> The next hour passed in a blur. The ambulance came and went, Aiden and Vincent going along with them, but not before Aiden had paused by me to say harshly.<br /> "If anything happens to Elisa or her baby, you'll wish you were never born."<br /> I stood gazing in the distance long after the tail lights of the ambulance had disappeared, unaware of anything, my mind blank of any thought save the sight of Elisa lying helpless and bleeding.<br /> Someone draped a large jacket over my shoulders and I finally tore my eyes away from the treeline to see Logan standing beside me.<br /> "It's freezing out here, come inside." He gently steered me towards the house and my feet followed, still numb.<br /> "I need to go to the hospital," I mumbled, clutching at the lapels of the coat. "Need to make sure she's okay."<br /> "I'll take you there." Logan assured me as he led me to a chair. "But first, let's get you warmed up and out of shock."<br /> I shook my head and attempted to stand up. "No, I need to go now. Elisa could be..." I choked off with a sob, unwilling to complete my sentence.<br /> Logan pulled me into a hug. "She'll be alright, Jess. Don't worry."<br /> I pulled away and turned towards the door. "Please, Logan. Let's go now."<br /> He saw the desperation on my face and nodded. "Okay, let's go."<br /> We got into his car, a sleek black ferrari convertible just as Jodie caught up to us.<br /> "Mom, we're heading to the hospital," I heard him say to her. I was still too numb to do much more than sit there, tense and worried because I was scared to death.<br /> She leaned down to my window and took my hands in hers, giving me a comforting squeeze. "Are you alright, hun?"<br /> Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head. I wasn't sure if I would ever be alright again. She gently pushed back strands of my hair that had come loose from my face. "I...I didn't mean to hurt her...I would never try to..."<br /> "I know, dear. Don't beat yourself up. It was an accident, and those happen sometimes. Remember not to push yourself too hard, there's someone who depends on your well being, okay?"<br /> I nodded and she smiled, let go of my hands and turned to her son. "Drive carefully and give me a call when you get to the hospital."<br /> "Yeah mom. I'll do that." Logan turned on the ignition and the engines responded with a loud roar.<br /> "What happened, Jess?" Logan asked once we were on the road to the hospital which was thankfully not too far. "How did Elisa fall down those stairs?"<br /> I sighed and told him everything. From Elisa's pregnancy with Aiden to our impending divorce and finally, with a throat tight with emotion, the scene at the stairs. I told him about my pregnancy as well. Logan listened with growing incredulity, his knuckles in a death grip on the wheel, jaw set in fury.<br /> "I'm going to kill him." He gritted out once I had finished. "That cheating prick had the balls to threaten you because of his side chick? I'm going to cut off his balls and stuff them in his mouth. He cheated on you while you're carrying his child?"<br /> "He doesn't know about the baby." I rubbed at my belly distractedly. "I was going to tell him after my trip."<br /> "That doesn't excuse him at all. He shouldn't have cheated on you."<br /> I hummed in response, grateful that we were approaching the hospital parking lot. We hurried into the building, my anxiety at critical levels as we neared the front desk, then followed directions to the trauma ward.<br /> "What are you doing here?" Aiden growled at me when we entered the surgery waiting room. He and Vincent were the only ones inside, their clothing rumpled and stained with blood. "Get out, right now."<br /> "Don't order her around." Logan snapped, coming to stand in front of me, his eyes glaring daggers at Aiden. "Unless this room is in your name, you don't get to decide who stays or leaves."<br /> "Logan," Aiden took several steps forward, tone low and deadly. "Do not test me right now. Take her and get out of here before I do something that'll land us both in prison."<br /> "Logan, let's leave. Please." I tugged at his sleeve, scared that the two men would actually come to blows.<br /> "We're not leaving. I'd like to see what he can do."<br /> At this time, both men were literally nose to nose and the air was thick with so much tension, you could slice it with a blunt knife.<br /> Aiden's jaw worked, his knuckles white and I could see he was trying his best not to swing at Logan. Both men were tall, though Aiden had several inches on Logan, his shoulders were broader, muscles more well defined. Still, I'd seen Logan fight before, he'd broken more than his share of noses in highschool and college. The guy could hold his own against a bigger opponent.<br /> "Okay, the both of you need to calm down." Vincent inserted himself between the two men, arms out on either side. "This is neither the time nor place for this, not while Elisa is in surgery."<br /> When neither man still moved, Vincent gently pushed Aiden back and he moved away reluctantly, his gaze still pinned on Logan.<br /> Vincent turned to me, his eyes devoid of actual warmth for the first time since I'd known him. "Jess, you two can stay."<br /> "How is Elisa?" I asked.<br /> "She's still in surgery for internal bleeding, but the ER doctor said she didn't have any spinal injuries, so that's good, but with the baby, she's not out of the woods yet."<br /> "I'm so sorry." I whispered. "This is my fault." If only I had stopped to talk to her, if only I hadn't tried to pull away when she grabbed my arm...<br /> So many if onlys.<br /> Aiden scoffed and pinned me with a glare. "Of course it's your fault. You pushed her, didn't you?"<br /> "No!" I cried out, shaking my head frantically. "I didn't push her, I swear. I would never do that."<br /> He looked like he didn't believe me. "Of course, you didn't."<br /> "She didn't push her, prick." Logan snapped at Aiden. "Your girlfriend was the one who came running after Jess, probably to gloat over the divorce."<br /> "Watch your mouth or I swear I'll..."<br /> "Guys, cool it." Vincent raised his voice in exasperation. "We're going to get thrown out of the hospital if you keep this up."<br /> We retreated to opposite sides of the room, Logan and I on one end, Aiden and Vincent at the other. Aiden sat down and took out his phone and proceeded to ignore us.<br /> An hour passed before a doctor clad in purple scrubs came over to inform us that Elisa was out of surgery and in recovery. She had ruptured her spleen in the fall and sustained some injuries, including a broken arm, but otherwise would be expected to make a full recovery.<br /> We all breathed out a collective sigh of relief until Aiden asked tersely. "And the baby? Will it be okay?"	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1,778,997	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778977}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:44	active	760	7789227171142162		She was full of anticipation to introduce him to her grandmother, but she bumped into him hugging his first love...<br /> =============<br /> <br /> Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns<br /> <br /> Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. <br /> <br /> All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom."<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?"<br /> <br /> Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. <br /> <br /> Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. <br /> <br /> At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. <br /> <br /> They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. <br /> <br /> It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. <br /> <br /> Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. <br /> <br /> After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. <br /> <br /> Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. <br /> <br /> Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. <br /> <br /> Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. <br /> <br /> In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. <br /> <br /> She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. <br /> <br /> Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. <br /> <br /> Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. <br /> <br /> She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? <br /> <br /> Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. <br /> <br /> He was something to see now. <br /> <br /> "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. <br /> <br /> What? He was on his way out? At this hour? <br /> <br /> Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late."<br /> <br /> Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up."<br /> <br /> With that, he headed for the door. <br /> <br /> "Mitchel."<br /> <br /> Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. <br /> <br /> Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. <br /> <br /> "What's the matter?"<br /> <br /> There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. <br /> <br /> A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?"<br /> <br /> Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. <br /> <br /> "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. <br /> <br /> Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. <br /> <br /> After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. <br /> <br /> A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. <br /> <br /> However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. <br /> <br /> The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today."<br /> <br /> Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. <br /> <br /> Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. <br /> <br /> Mitchel was the man in the picture! <br /> <br /> So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? <br /> <br /> This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. <br /> <br /> Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. <br /> <br /> The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. <br /> <br /> "Hello!"<br /> <br /> It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. <br /> <br /> Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. <br /> <br /> She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. <br /> <br /> The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. <br /> <br /> Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. <br /> <br /> Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. <br /> <br /> The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. <br /> <br /> Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. <br /> <br /> Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. <br /> <br /> It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. <br /> <br /> After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks.<br /> <br /> At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. <br /> <br /> Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. <br /> <br /> All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel?<br /> <br /> Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. <br /> <br /> It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. <br /> <br /> Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? <br /> <br /> She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. <br /> <br /> She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. <br /> <br /> "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?"<br /> <br /> The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. <br /> <br /> "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. <br /> <br /> "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?"<br /> <br /> "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. <br /> <br /> "You know what, forget it!"<br /> <br /> The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. <br /> <br /> They were talking about her as if she were an object. <br /> <br /> Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. <br /> <br /> Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. <br /> <br /> "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?"<br /> <br /> "Yes."<br /> <br /> "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her."<br /> <br /> Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..."<br /> <br /> Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. <br /> <br /> Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. <br /> <br /> The woman was indeed Lauren! <br /> <br /> Absence made the heart grow fonder! <br /> <br /> Every word drove a knife into her heart. <br /> <br /> Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. <br /> <br /> She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. <br /> <br /> "Raegan?"<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Chapter 2 One-sided Love<br /> <br /> Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. <br /> <br /> Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!"<br /> <br /> Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. <br /> <br /> Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. <br /> <br /> Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? <br /> <br /> With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it."<br /> <br /> Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. <br /> <br /> Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. <br /> <br /> It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?"<br /> <br /> Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. <br /> <br /> To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. <br /> <br /> Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. <br /> <br /> In the elevator. <br /> <br /> Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. <br /> <br /> She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. <br /> <br /> Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. <br /> <br /> She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. <br /> <br /> Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. <br /> <br /> She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. <br /> <br /> Several employees were chatting inside. <br /> <br /> "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back."<br /> <br /> "And who is that?"<br /> <br /> "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!"<br /> <br /> "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?"<br /> <br /> "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!"<br /> <br /> Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. <br /> <br /> The love was one-sided. <br /> <br /> "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?"<br /> <br /> A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. <br /> <br /> Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. <br /> <br /> The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. <br /> <br /> With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?"<br /> <br /> Raegan said nothing to that. <br /> <br /> Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool."<br /> <br /> Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself."<br /> <br /> "You..."<br /> <br /> Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. <br /> <br /> The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. <br /> <br /> Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. <br /> <br /> Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?"<br /> <br /> It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. <br /> <br /> She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..."<br /> <br /> Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. <br /> <br /> Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. <br /> <br /> Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!"<br /> <br /> Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness."<br /> <br /> Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. <br /> <br /> Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. <br /> <br /> Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. <br /> <br /> This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. <br /> <br /> Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. <br /> <br /> Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?"<br /> <br /> These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. <br /> <br /> "That's enough!"<br /> <br /> Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. <br /> <br /> The entire room fell silent. <br /> <br /> "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. <br /> <br /> But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me."<br /> <br /> The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. <br /> <br /> Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. <br /> <br /> Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?"<br /> <br /> His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. <br /> <br /> No one dared to make a sound at this moment. <br /> <br /> Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. <br /> <br /> When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. <br /> <br /> Raegan could understand why he took this stand. <br /> <br /> However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. <br /> <br /> Was she truly insignificant to him?<br /> <br /> Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. <br /> <br /> Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. <br /> <br /> Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. <br /> <br /> "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you."<br /> <br /> Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..."<br /> <br /> "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. <br /> <br /> She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. <br /> <br /> "You..."<br /> <br /> Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. <br /> <br /> Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! <br /> <br /> The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. <br /> <br /> Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!"<br /> <br /> Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. <br /> <br /> "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. <br /> <br /> As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. <br /> <br /> Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson."<br /> <br /> "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. <br /> <br /> Tessa trembled at once. <br /> <br /> With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone."<br /> <br /> The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. <br /> <br /> She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..."<br /> <br /> Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards."<br /> <br /> Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here."<br /> <br /> Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please."<br /> <br /> It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. <br /> <br /> They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. <br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. <br /> <br /> Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. <br /> <br /> Closing hour soon rolled by. <br /> <br /> Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. <br /> <br /> He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home."<br /> <br /> Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. <br /> <br /> She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. <br /> <br /> In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. <br /> <br /> How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? <br /> <br /> Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. <br /> <br /> All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. <br /> <br /> Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. <br /> <br /> Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. <br /> <br /> Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. <br /> <br /> In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. <br /> <br /> Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. <br /> <br /> Did he come to pick her up? <br /> <br /> At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. <br /> <br /> Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? <br /> <br /> The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. <br /> <br /> Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. <br /> <br /> Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. <br /> <br /> Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. <br /> <br /> Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. <br /> <br /> This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Let's Divorce<br /> <br /> Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. <br /> <br /> It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. <br /> <br /> Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. <br /> <br /> She was Lauren. <br /> <br /> Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. <br /> <br /> She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. <br /> <br /> Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?"<br /> <br /> Raegan was stunned for a moment. <br /> <br /> She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. <br /> <br /> After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay."<br /> <br /> She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. <br /> <br /> At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. <br /> <br /> Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. <br /> <br /> Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. <br /> <br /> When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. <br /> <br /> The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. <br /> <br /> Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. <br /> <br /> Love could move mountains, they said. <br /> <br /> Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. <br /> <br /> It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. <br /> <br /> As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. <br /> <br /> His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. <br /> <br /> Raegan froze for a moment. <br /> <br /> Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? <br /> <br /> Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. <br /> <br /> "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. <br /> <br /> Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. <br /> <br /> There were five missed calls from Mitchel. <br /> <br /> This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. <br /> <br /> Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! <br /> <br /> Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. <br /> <br /> But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring."<br /> <br /> Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours."<br /> <br /> After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. <br /> <br /> He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. <br /> <br /> "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. <br /> <br /> He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. <br /> <br /> Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. <br /> <br /> Would they have a future? <br /> <br /> Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?"<br /> <br /> The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. <br /> <br /> Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce."<br /> <br /> "What do you mean?"<br /> <br /> Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. <br /> <br /> "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon."<br /> <br /> Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. <br /> <br /> "We will be strangers?"<br /> <br /> Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?"<br /> <br /> His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. <br /> <br /> Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. <br /> <br /> Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. <br /> <br /> His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... <br /> <br /> After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again."<br /> <br /> After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. <br /> <br /> How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. <br /> <br /> Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. <br /> <br /> It was high time she stopped being a fool. <br /> <br /> Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. <br /> <br /> The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. <br /> <br /> Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. <br /> <br /> His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..."<br /> <br /> "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now."<br /> <br /> A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. <br /> <br /> Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. <br /> <br /> Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. <br /> <br /> He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. <br /> <br /> "Stop this, will you?"<br /> <br /> A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. <br /> <br /> He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. <br /> <br /> "You have a fever?"<br /> <br /> Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. <br /> <br /> This made the whole situation complicated. <br /> <br /> Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. <br /> <br /> Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?"<br /> <br /> The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. <br /> <br /> He then headed for the elevator. <br /> <br /> In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?"<br /> <br /> "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course."<br /> <br /> "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. <br /> <br /> Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital.<br /> <br /> Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. <br /> <br /> "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. <br /> <br /> He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. <br /> <br /> "Put me down! 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1,778,732	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778729}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:42	active	760	8047028401975189	I slept with my bf's bestfriend	I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent's best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on me .<br /> I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent call him a “tomcat.”<br /> <br /> Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find him through my social media recommendations.<br /> Aaron Morris.<br /> His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was a combination of his first initial and his last name. <br /> There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.<br /> His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a glass of w1ne in hand, head tilted in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were accented by striking blue eyes. The black button-down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.<br /> Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.<br /> He was undeniably sexy—enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with someone so gorgeous? Did it not make him feel insecure?<br /> But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.<br /> Aaron accepted my friend request later that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped up on my messenger.<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> heyOlive: Busy?<br /> Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?<br /> I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures, and my avatar was just black. Looking back, it’s funny to think that after being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. He was definitely trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me. <br /> heyOlive: A u sing1e?<br /> . . .<br /> Amorris: What do you think?<br /> heyOlive: I booked a hotel room. Do you wanna come over…?<br /> Amorris: Oh darling<br /> Amorris: I don’t sleep with my brother’s girl:)<br /> My face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my name.<br /> heyOlive: I won’t be his girl soon.<br /> Amorris: :)<br /> That stupid, smug little face made me think that he might’ve known this whole time that Vincent had been unfaithful. The realization brought my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent's cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn't imagine the picturethat every time Vincent left for a party, he’d have another woman wrapped up in his arms.<br /> My trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I’d cheated on Vincent before all of this! <br /> The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an outlet.<br /> heyOlive: Come to the Beast Pub, tonight<br /> heyOlive: Gonna get wasted lol<br /> Cinderss: I can’t tonight :( I have to stay late to work on this stupid landscape plan. The homeowner’s throwing a fit over the water section <br /> heyOlive: Vincent is cheating<br /> Not even two seconds passed.<br /> Cinderss: ill meet you there xx<br /> We met up at Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to douse my anger.<br /> Around 9 o’clock, Cinder finally arrived. She was a blonde beauty, and not even her conservative office uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the clacking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came from a family that was a little more than “well off.” The girl had all the money she could ask for but still insisted on working, devoted to her career in landscaping.<br /> “Olive! I’m so, so sorry I’m late, babe! Oh! Yes, one cocktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers, “You look so good! Oh my god!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get laid?”<br /> “Apologized for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of the Swann Group.”<br /> “Ugh… quit it! I’m serious! What is going on with you and Vincent?”<br /> I sipped the foam off my drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to Cinder.<br /> “Remember when I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the day after their class reunion last week.”<br /> “Ooh! Let’s see here… Hotel room window—That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the photo’s caption. “Hmm… ‘Throwback to grad night…’ Oh, this is so a morning-after pic.”<br /> “Right? I thought so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s shirt she’s wearing.”<br /> Her eyes widened and she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha—How do you know? I’m sure they all have the school shirt.”<br /> “Well, yeah, but Vincent couldn’t find his own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it. It has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you explain that any other way?”<br /> She handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. "I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re right.”<br /> A waiter stopped at our table, setting Cinder’s cocktail down. She ignored it, grabbing my glass and taking a long drink. She shot the waiter a dazzling smile, “Can I get one of these, too?”<br /> After he left, I continued, "I didn't mention it to him at first, but then I found out they did share a room. Then I found their texts and—God, I’m such an idiot…”<br /> "He’s such a trash," Cinder corrected.<br /> "Such a trash!" I cried, swallowing another mouthful of beer.<br /> “ yeah!” We clinked glasses. My anger was washed away, just like I’d hoped it would.<br /> Cinder giggled and sat back, “So what’s next?”<br /> “Well…” I smirked over the rim of my drink. “I texted one of his buddies earlier. Said I had a hotel room to myself if he wanted to join me.”<br /> “Ooh! So you’re gonna cheat right back at him!” She was clearly excited, “I love that! So you were with him at the hotel before coming here? Was he handsome? <br /> “No! I mean, I don’t know. Vincent calls him a tomcat,” I said, winking at her. “He turned me down, though.”<br /> “Turned you down?! For what?!” She scowled at me and reached over the table to give my shoulder a shove. “You should’ve sent a bikin1 pic! I bet he wouldn’t have been able to resist something like that.”<br /> “It doesn’t matter. I could easily find someone else…” I set my glass down. “It’s just gonna be hard to find such a perfect-looking guy. I really wanna stick it to Vincent, you know?”<br /> “Oh, totally. I mean look at the guys here,” Cinder scanned over the men in the room, some of whom threw her a wink when saw her looking. She ignored them with a blank expression and turned back to me, wagging a finger in disgust. “You can’t sleep with someone who isn’t at least as handsome as Vincent.”<br /> I nodded. The whole appeal of my revenge was to sleep with a better man to make Vincent feel pathetic. Otherwise, what’s the point?<br /> While I was agonizing over having to find another dreamboat like Aaron, my phone buzzed.<br /> Amorris: Come over?<br /> Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.<br /> “Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.<br /> I shook my head, “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”<br /> She gasped and snatched my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my god. That’s Vincent’s friend?!” <br /> “Yeah? You know him?”<br /> “Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.” She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”<br /> She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can already imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.<br /> Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something better. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!<br /> “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “We are not dating. I don’t need to go all out.”<br /> She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tramp, security might not even let you inside.”<br /> “Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”<br /> An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.<br /> I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burger joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.<br /> heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burgers? lol<br /> I laughed at the absurdity of it all.<br /> What was I thinking?<br /> Amorris: Go ahead and pick something for me.<br /> Amorris: Thanks darling<br /> As I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few minutes of this, he sent another message.<br /> Amorris: 2 out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late. Will not be ordering again.<br /> I scowled. Just who the did he think I was?<br /> heyOlive: Lost :(<br /> Amorris: Great.<br /> Amorris: Where are you now?<br /> I quickly sent him a picture of my location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize him.<br /> Most of the times I’d ever seen Aaron were at dim and foggy nightclubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily always complimenting his style, my mental image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious boss.<br /> But today? He was dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed-out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the past.<br /> He grinned as soon as he saw me. “Hi.”<br /> God, he was so handsome. His Facebook avatar did not do him justice.<br /> It’s said that men are creatures of sight, that they judge by looks. But women can be the same, right? The fact that my notion to “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof. I knew that Aaron was handsome, just not really my type… <br /> Except that the man in front of me now was exactly the kind of knockout I wanted.<br /> I smiled back, “Hi.”<br /> He reached for the paper bag in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And the food’s cold.”<br /> If he treats me like a god delivery girl one more time…<br /> He walked me back to his building, leading the way up to his penthouse. The view was breathtaking, showcasing the bustling nightlife of Manhattan.<br /> To be honest, I expected it to be somewhat awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting his burger on a plate. He was really going to eat it with a knife and a fork. Classy.<br /> He looked up at me and asked, “Do you want ketchup?”<br /> I had to remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try having dinner with him before I leave.<br /> God, even his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand I’d never heard of.<br /> After a bit, Aaron stepped into another room to take a phone call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt one of his land on my shoulder, startling me.<br /> He grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can just leave ‘em in there.”<br /> Then he leaned in a little closer. Granted, it was a safe, platonic distance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the water off my hands and turned to look at him.<br /> His expression was innocent. “Something came up. I have to go.”<br /> What? Was this date already a failure?<br /> “Wait for me, okay? I’ll get changed real quick and take you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him, and his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. He paused for a few seconds before putting it down, still wearing that seductive smile.<br /> “Huh? You were the one who invited me over,” I said, incredulous. How could he just leave like that? I borrowed Cinder’s clothes and redid my makeup for this!<br /> “Alright…” He started slowly. He looked almost confused. “So you wanna wait for me? I’ll be back in soon.”<br /> I bit my lower lip and cursed him internally, but tried my best to stay polite.<br /> “No, it’s alright. I can call a cab,” I gave him a cordial smile, turning to leave. In an instant, he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back. I didn’t resist, letting him bring me to stand in front of him.<br /> He stared at me, brows lowered. Staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his, I felt like I won the lottery.<br /> “Kitchen, living room, or bedroom,” he asked, voice low.<br /> “Bedroom,” I said, suddenly breathless. “The bedroom’s fine.”<br /> Aaron let out a deep laugh. “Perfect.”<br /> I got a good look at his penthouse as he led me upstairs. I’d expected the rest of his home to be gaudy, typical of a young and reckless millionaire, but he surprised me. It reminded me of an elegant hotel suite, decorated with gorgeous vintage furniture, expensive paintings, and marble sculptures.<br /> His bedroom itself was unexpectedly light and simple in comparison. It had a mature black and white color scheme to it. The windowsill was set with w1ne and scented candles and dimmed gallery lights hung from the ceiling. The space was free of furniture aside from the king-sized bed and nightstand in the middle of the room.<br /> I was suddenly disgusted, thinking about how many women he must have had in this bed.<br /> The smell of the candles became almost overpowering, and I hesitated at the doorway. “Can we take a step back?” I asked.<br /> “Back?” He frowned, puzzled. “To what?”<br /> “The living room? Or the kitchen? Someplace else…” I rubbed my nose with one hand, resting the other on my chest.<br /> Aaron cocked an eyebrow at this, walking across the room to open the window and blowing out the candles in the process. He made his way back to me, took my hand, and shot me another award-winning smile. “Darling. Going back isn’t an option.”<br /> And then, I was pulled inside.<br /> The bed was incredibly soft.<br /> Aaron, on the other hand, incredibly uneasy.<br /> He sat over me with his knees at my sides, looking down into my eyes while he slowly undressed. Just a glimpse at the waistband of his underwear was enough to send me into a haze.<br /> He was so charming.<br /> He didn’t have much body hair, giving a clear view of his toned chest, well-defined muscles, and—I knew it!—six-pack abs. His body would put male models everywhere to shame.<br /> Aaron leaned down to stare at me. One hand rested on the side of my face, while the other got to work skillfully unbuttoning my top. The slowed pace made me deeply regret my choice of clothes.<br /> Once it was finally undone, he glanced down at my body and paused. When his eyes met mine again, they were filled with desire.<br /> Underneath my shirt-dress, I was only wearing a skin-tight camisole. I’d borrowed Cinder’s brand new silk halter top. It was white with black lace trim, with an extremely low neckline to accentuate my bust. Through the thin material, you could clearly make out the pink of my teat. The hem was barely long enough to cover my panties.<br /> I watched his Adam’s apple bob and felt a hand slide around my waist, gently tickling through the fabric. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Is this alright?”<br /> I held my tongue, biting my bottom lip. My hand was weakly pressed against his chest. My heart pounded in my chest, and when I felt Aaron’s racing under my fingertips, I couldn’t help but moan.<br /> He didn’t bother lifting my skirt, instead slipping his hand under the fabric. It came to a tantalizing stop at my chest, his long index finger tracing my curves, sending a shiver down my spine.<br /> I caught his hand, my breath unsteady. “Stop teasing me. Please.”<br /> Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he took my wrist in his free hand, dragged it up his leg and along his inner thigh, and held it to his hardened length through his jeans.<br /> “You don’t want to rush this, do you?” He lowered his head, and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear. “No, I think I need to warm you up for this first.”<br /> Any protest I had died in my throat.<br /> He gave a soft chuckle and slid his fingers down to my thighs, squeezing roughly. My breathing became even more labored.<br /> He moved to kiss my neck, and I reflexively shied away. <br /> But Aaron didn’t seem to notice, his tongue trailing down to lick at my collarbone, then further down to my chest. He seemed to be loving the foreplay as much as I was. 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I wanted to scream at how well he worked my body.<br /> “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly… Loosen up.” His tone was seductive and steady, a stark contrast to my uncontrollable gasps of pleasure. “You can squeeze all you want once my member is in you.”<br /> I could only whisper as I begged, “Please… Please give it to me.”<br /> He laughed softly and leaned down again, his teeth lightly catching my teat through the thin silk of my chemise. Gentle nibbling and teasing with the tip of his tongue left behind a damp stain.<br /> “Your teat are different, darling.” His voice began to tremble with excitement. “All for me…”<br /> “Sh–Shut up,” I managed. I didn’t want to hear the filth spilling out of his mouth, especially when it was the truth, but the intense stimulation and thrill of my revenge aroused me beyond anything I’d felt before.<br /> My flower throbbed and ached, twitching at his wicked words. I shuddered again as his finger had worked its way in, and I felt it exploring and massaging all the right places. Feeling my wetness, he gently withdrew his finger and looked playfully at the glossy sheen left behind. The sudden emptiness made the aching even worse as my insides clenched around nothing.<br /> “Shut up? That’s not what your body’s telling me…” He cocked his head and smiled innocently. “In fact, it looks like it wants even more.”<br /> He stuck out his tongue and dragged it slowly over his fingers, silver threads pulling at the edges of his mouth. The clear blue of his eyes began to darken, growing dangerous and feral.<br /> I felt every nerve in my body screaming for his member. I don’t know why—I used to feel so neutral about intercourse in past relationships. Even with Vincent, I was never so desperate for it. Yet right now, I could only focus on Aaron’s length nestled between my legs, grinding against me through his pants, and all I wanted was to have him.<br /> Aaron tore the camisole off of me, his lips trailing down from my chest to my stomach. I was finally undressed underneath him, and I could hear him suck in a breath.<br /> “I wish I could keep you here forever,” he muttered. I heard him swallow and felt him through his jeans as he ground his hips into mine. “Right here in my bed…” He panted, pulling down his pants and finally freeing his member. <br /> Despite his thorough foreplay and preparation with his fingers, there was still that initial painful stretching. This tomcat was absolutely living up to his reputation as a lady-killer.<br /> He sighed almost dreamily, desire-filled eyes glazed over. His comfortable expression was actually kind of adorable.<br /> “Relax,” he reminded me as he stilled himself.<br /> My voice came out broken, “I am.”<br /> He smiled a little, pushing even deeper, and I couldn’t hold back my groan.<br /> “Hey.” He held my chin, softly running his thumb over my lips. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable… and let me know what feels good, okay?” Everything about him was sending goosebumps down my body.<br /> What kind of feedback did he want exactly?<br /> Before I got a chance to ask, he gave an experimental thrust, and I couldn’t bite back my moan in time.<br /> “Just like that, darling,” he gave a breathy laugh.<br /> He was going to be the death of me.<br /> Aaron couldn’t help himself at this point. He rammed his member into me, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. I felt his Adam’s apple tickling my neck while he moaned and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. When he’d pull back, he’d gaze into my eyes as if mesmerized by the dazed, half-focused way I looked up at him.<br /> He slurred, “Let me taste those sounds you’re making, baby.” And with that, his mouth traced my jawline until he found my lips.<br /> I turned my head away, avoiding the kiss. That was a little too intimate for us.<br /> This didn’t seem to put him off and he kept up his rhythm. I listened to the honeyed words that fell from him—how charming, how lovely, how perfect I was—and I listened to the filthy words as well. Filthy words about my body, my lips, and my eyes.<br /> Just as my thoughts were drifting, he brought me back to the moment with a deep, delicious thrust. “You still with me, darling?”<br /> I felt like I could die like this, lost in the feeling of him. I didn’t even have the words to describe it. It was carnal and passionate in a way that transcended each of my senses. I was overwhelmed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the vulgar wetness as he drove himself into me again and again, my own shameless screams of euphoria, and his fervent gasps.<br /> My phone rang. I knew it must be Vincent.	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