~ Indiyah

Losing Your Job Sucks.

But you know what sucks even more? It's betrayal. I've had my own share of betrayals in life and believe me, its not a funny experience. Especially when the person who betrayed you, is someone you'd never have expected.

I didn't even know what to think as I run out of the room with glassy eyes. The room that I'd just caught my boyfriend's tongue shoved deep in my bestfriend's pussy.

I'm sure the image will stick forever. Such images tend to stick. They imprint themselves in your fucking mind. They hunt you. Until all you can do is scream, drink to stupor. Or worse, end your life.

But I'm not about to end my life over two ungrateful human beings. Everything in me screamed... Revenge. Fuck someone else. Shove it in his face. So he'd know he isn't the only one who can cheat.

My eyes scanned the room. The population was filled to the brim with the genders with dicks. I didn't just need any guy with a dick. I needed a man better than my ex boyfriend. If I had to revenge, I might as well, do it with the perfect person.

Swaying, sweaty, drunk bodies lolled around the room. Eyes settled on my backside, my exposed cleavage. My silly excuse for a dress rode up my thighs, exposing my creamy thighs. A bait. Hungry eyes burned throuhh my skin.

"Hey, gorgeous."

I tilted my head to the side, taking in the sight before me. This man, with his strong, commanding presence. Standing at 6'5, smelled strongly of cinnamon. Had a strong jawline. Thin kissable lips. A fair amount of ink peeped through his sleeves.

"Hey," I raised my eyes to meet his. I wasn't in the slightest embarrassed that I'd just checked his body out. My now ex boyfriend had a great body from years spent at the gym to impress me. This man, his body was fire. His hands... Big and strong, held a glass of tequila, maybe.

I'm sure they could do something much more better than just holding drinks.

"It's unlikely that a woman of your..." He paused, his eyes raking down my body, hooded and filled with lust. "Why are you alone?"

My body acted on impulse. I reached for the drink in his grasp, bringing it to my lips and gulping it in one go. Not without spilling few drops on my exposed boobs. I hoped he'd take that as an invite.

"Let's take this party somewhere more private?" He asked with darkened eyes.

"Lead the way," I grinned, while letting the empty glass escape my hand.

He hurled me to himself with one, swift deliberate motion. A surprised gasp left my pouted lips, followed by a breathy chuckle. This. The thrill of the moment. The way his free hand groped my boob through my dress. His other hand tightened against my neck. Fingers caressing my lips. I didn't hesitate to suck on a finger when it entered my warm mouth.

"Fuck! Do you feel that? How hard you make me?" He growled into my ears. His hot breath tingling my neck.

"Show me," I giggled. I knowingly pressed my body to his. I rubbed my butt on his crotch, knowing he'd grow painfully harder.

"Stop with the tease, mamacita." One swift motion, and I was upside down, over his shoulders while he made his way to upstairs. Being flung over his shoulders only made my anticipation of my night to come grow.

I was sex starved. I'd have my fill tonight. And I'd show Fred that I could cheat as well. I was done being the understanding girlfriend.

Thoughts about Fred escaped my mind when I landed on the soft, mushy bed, with a soft thud.

"Foreplay?" He gazed at me, his eyes dark with feral lust.

"Just fuck me. Now!" I let out, my hands already untieing the straps holding my dress in place. Soon, it was off and my naked body, glistened under the dim lights.

He unzipped his pants. And his cock jutted out. Hard. Big. Enough to fill me up. My eyes gleamed from just staring at his length.

His fingers reached for my already aching and pulsing core and he withdrew. They were coated. Wet, warm, fluids, painting his hands. He brought his slick fingers to my mouth and I sucked.

"How do you taste?" He asked, pushing his digits further into my mouth, until they were hitting my throat. I gagged.

"Good. But I'd rather have this..." I reached and touched the head of his cock, glistening with precum. "Inside me. Now," I breathed out.

He grinned. "At your service, mamcita."

He laid flat on his back on the bed and I straddled him. I'd ride him. I fucking loved to ride dicks and chase my own pleasure.

Lowering my pussy on his dick, I moaned, the feeling second to none. Pure bliss. Ecstatic. My eyes rolled to the back of my head once I had his cock deep inside of me. With my hands on his chest, I slowly rode his dick.

The sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his dick filled the room.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." I gasped. The more I slid my pussy along his rigid cock, the nicer it felt. My moans grew loud with each slide and roll of my hips. I'd never felt so full and satisfied in my entire life.

"Fuck... yes... Just like that... mamacita," He groaned, grabbing my ass cheeks and bouncing it on him too.

Every time I sank down on him, my clit rubbed against his pelvis and that was another pleasure on it's own. I rode him faster, harder, chasing the pleasure mounting in between my legs.

"Oh my god.... Oh... my... fucking... gawd!!! I'm gonna come!!!!"  I gasped out loud.

My entire body shook as my orgasm bowled over me. My eyes squeezed shut and my head lolled backwards as the orgasm swept through my body.

I could feel his cock swell in me. With a grunt, followed by a long groan, he pumped his cum deep inside of me. My pussy clenched once more around his cock, as if draining him of every drop of cum he had left.

I shuddered, panting from the intense activity.

A grin formed on my lip as I slid his cock out of me, unashamed.

"You are a fucking goddess, mamacita. Tell me your name," He regarded me once more, as I pulled my dress back on.

"I don't know why you keep calling me that, but I like it. And, I don't fuck and cuddle. Tonight was great. I'd rather get going." I leaned in and kissed his firm, thin lips.

With that, I stalked to the door, swaying my hips a little too extra.

I'd long forgotten about the drama at my apartment when I returned. Yeah, my apartment. My fucking apartment. I'd saved every penny, juggling multiple jobs to afford the rent. I had expected some respect from Fred and Janine.

Between the two beings, I didn't know who I could tag the best pretender of the year. Fred? For acting like he loved me, living under my roof and fucking me and my best friend at the same time. Or Janine, who had been like a sister to me since middle school.

"Bloody betrayers," I cursed under my breath once I got to the door of my apartment. Turning the knob, I expected to see the two of them cuddled up in the living room or something. Instead, I found Fred, controller in hand, engrossed in his nonsensical video games.

"Babe, you're back. Look, Indiyah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fucked Janine. Believe me, I haven't slept since last night." Fred jumped at me, tossing his controller to the side.

I cringed. Just the sight of him disgusted me. How had I lived with this man for two years? Let him touch me for two damn years?

"Will you get your hands of me or do you never want to have hands again?" I spat, narrowing my gaze at his hands on my arm.

Fred hesitated, but then he took his hands off me.

"Can we talk about this, Indiyah?" He started again.

Christ! Can't this dude get a fucking hint. Did he want me to spell out the status of our relationship to him? I ignored him, pushing past his frame into the open room.

"Indiyah, talk to me. I hate it when you keep me hanging like this." Fred watched me intently, like a mother hen would its chicks.

"Fred, this..." I gesture between me and him with a slight wave of my left hand. "This is over. I'm leaving for New York right now." Grabbing my suitcase, I began hurling my clothes out of the closet, folding and dumping them into the open suitcase.

"You don't mean that. Babe... you are not seriously going to walk away from our relationship of two years just because I made one mistake.​"

His words were brutal. I couldn't stop the rage inside me from spilling out into my next words and action. My palm connected with his palm, the sound of the slap echoing in the room.

"I fucked a random stranger, Fred. How's that for a mistake?" I asked, with a raise of my brow.

I'd give anything to see the look on Fred's face again. Immense satisfaction is what I felt. Yes. In your face, you cheating bastard.

"You did not..." Fred gazed at me, his eyes taking a different emotion. Heck, I didn't care.

"I did. I rode his dick and guess what Fred? He came inside of me. No condom, nothing." I chuckled derisiously. The crazy part of my brain was ignited the night I saw him cheating on me.

"Slut!" Fred spat, recoiling in disgust.

"It's not a crime to be a slut, is it? Spare me the name calling and think about what mess you'll be in once I'm gone."

He watched me gather the last remaining of my belongings into the bag, without uttering a word. Whatever was going through that fucked up brain of his was none of my business. I was past caring.

"Janine is pregnant, and it's my baby." Fred said just as my hand hovered above the door knob, ready to turn it. I froze. My chest tightened. Get a hold of yourself, Indiyah. You're better than he thinks. You're worth more than Janine or any woman will ever be.

"You stopped. I know you still have feelings for me, Indiyah. And believe me, I do too. The only reason I fucked her was because I wanted a child so bad. I know you can't have children because of the..."

"Fuck you Fred. Fuck you! I can't have children? Just because we've been trying and you couldn't be patient? I had two abortions for you, betrayer. You sweet talked me into it. Now you open that hole of yours to tell me I can't have children. I hate you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt a dull ache in my chest. Fuck! It hurts. I had to get out of here, and fast.

"You're such a bitch, you know that."

"Well Frederick, you'll regret knowing this bitch." I turned the knob, dragging my suitcase out with me.

Thankfully, the uber I'd booked earlier arrived and he even came down to help me drag my suitcase and put it in the car. I glanced back at the apartment. The door was still shut. Fred didn't come after me.

"Airport" I called out to the driver.

The tears didn't stop. If anything, they intensified. Two years, gone quickly down the drain. I'd wasted such a long time with the wrong person.

What would my Nana say when I rounded up at her home, with a suitcase and a teary face? That she warned me and I didn't listen? More tears trickled down my face. I was suddenly realizing how fucked up I was. I couldn't go to Nana's. I could not bare to see the loathing look and 'I told you so' she'd throw at me.

Janine would have been an option had she not betrayed me.

I rummaged my purse. I still had my card with me. Not that it contained much money, but it could afford a nice, luxury, hotel. Until I could stand back on my feet and put my messed up life back together.

"Grace ville Suites," I told the uber driver.

"Not airport road?" He glanced at me through the mirror.

"Grace ville Suites," My words came out a bit harsher than intended.

I'd stay for a few days at the hotel. During that time, I'd get a job, save up and rent an apartment. I knew it wouldn't be easy to recover from a break up. Fred's betrayal made me swear of love and its whispering false promises. I'd turn celibate.

My life would be back on track again.

I just wish that would be the case.

​

~ Alexander

"It's true. I cannot father a child, Rossi." The words left my mouth, tasting like chalk. Now, I had my wife, mother, and sister to explain this to. So much for being a man.

"What do you mean by that, Alex?" Mother spoke first. Her eyes were filled with an emotion I wished I could decipher. A storm brewed within them, perhaps fueled by disbelief that the son she birthed was impotent.

Technically, that's how I labeled myself. My doctor hadn’t provided me with a name for my condition. I could still have sex with women and enjoy it. Sex was still fun; I just couldn’t—I hadn't gotten any woman pregnant.

It was ironic because I had sex with Rossi every day. That was how desperate we were in our quest for a child. If you put it that way, my intimacy with my wife was meant to fulfill her desires. She wanted a child, and I didn't. I could have shifted the blame for not conceiving onto her, but she was clean and fertile. Except for one thing: she was deceiving the family with a fake doctor's report.

"You are not impotent, Alex. Maybe it's me. Maybe there's something wrong with my body, and that's why I cannot give this family an heir," Rossi spoke up, her eyes glued to mine.

What a drama queen. Now I was ninety percent sure she was infertile. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled. I needed a distraction from these family issues—like an event or social function that I could attend. Thankfully, my phone buzzed.

"The graduation?... It's today?... Did you select the best five students in their department?... That's right. I'm offering them jobs at Soar Tech Group of Companies. I'll be there in..." I glanced at my watch, "Fifteen minutes."

"You're leaving? We aren't done here." Rossi lunged forward, trying to grip my arm—a futile attempt to keep me from leaving.

"I'm not doing this with you, wife. If you think you're infertile, get a surrogate. Or better yet, just leave while no one knows of your barrenness yet." My eyes turned stone cold as I shoved her hand off my arm. I adjusted my shirt sleeves, tucked my hands into my pockets, and strode out of the confines of my home.

Pedro nodded curtly, holding the car door open for me. My chauffeur. A good man, he was still an excellent driver. Pedro was approaching his late fifties and fast reaching retirement age. I would miss his service.

"I've got a list of potential drivers, Boss. I will be retiring next month," Pedro said, glancing at me through the mirror.

I nodded, remaining silent. Next month—closer than I expected. The next chauffeur better be better than Pedro. After more than five years of service, he deserved a fitting farewell ceremony. I needed to bring that up with the board.

Pedro pulled into the Soar Tech premises, where I saw five people: two males and three females. The top students from the university. I was going to offer them jobs at my tech company. I always did that—each year, I selected students who excelled and offered them exceptional positions. This year would be no different.

I stepped out of the car, a warm feeling spreading in my chest. This place—my company—felt more like home than my actual home. Being here meant I could escape thoughts of my inability to have a child and my wife’s infertility.

"Welcome, Sir," each of the newly graduated students greeted me, their heads bowed, eyes fixed on the ground. I found that amusing. Who said they couldn't look me in the eye?

"Raise your heads," I commanded with a firm voice.

They lifted their heads one by one, and then my gaze locked with hers—the woman I had a one-night stand with three years ago. She looked panicky, which made me think she hadn’t forgotten me. How could I ever forget her? Images of her red hair, red dress, and perfect body burned into my mind, imprinted in my soul. They surfaced every time I indulged in private moments. Speaking of which, I felt a stir in my pants just from looking at her. Bad timing, indeed.

"What is your name?" I couldn't resist asking.

"Indiyah," she replied, averting her gaze.

"Hmm, Indiyah. See me in my office. The rest of you are dismissed. Grace will fill you in with the details. I want to have a word with Miss Indiyah."

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. I gazed at her lips—sensual, full, pouty, and red. Her red hair was slicked back and tied in a ponytail. I couldn't tell if her lips were naturally this red or if she was wearing lipstick. If they were natural, then they were the prettiest sight I'd seen.

"Can... can you stop staring at me like that?" she stammered, her eyes avoiding mine.

"No. I'm trying to remember… why you left that night without telling me your name. What was it you said? You don’t fuck and cuddle?" I raised an eyebrow, pleased with myself for recalling her words.

I couldn't miss the flush in her cheeks; they turned rosy pink. Good. She remembered her words. I liked the way she looked.

"With all due respect, sir, I'd rather not talk about that night," she said, looking me straight in the eyes.

Her grey irises were striking, resembling a doe's eyes. A beauty mole rested just above her perfect lips.

"I'd like to discuss it, Mamacita." My hand moved almost instinctively as I reached for her cheek, slowly running my thumb over her plump lips. As I did, her lips parted slightly. Damn, God's creation was breathtaking—sexy, even.

"You look like you want to fuck me again, Boss. But it's not happening because... I don't mix business with pleasure and I'm celibate."