EVELYN

"Ava, how do I look on this gown?" I asked my best friend who I was on a video call with.

My wedding would be coming up in the next three weeks, so I went for my gown fitting.

"It looks calm, naturally stunning just like you, Eve." Ava gave her comment, adjusting her glasses.

"Thank you." I turned around for her to see.

"Ouu, I love those tiny details at the back. How much did you get it for?"

"Five thousand, haven't paid for it though." I sighed as I reached for the zip at the back.

"Ahh, it's too pricey. Didn't you go to your aunt's store?"

"It's my aunt's store, Ava." I was out of the gown now, carefully folding it. My aunt, Matilda, had quite a big clothing store mainly for bridals. My mom advised it'd be better if her younger sister handled my wedding dress.

"No discount?"

"It was actually five thousand, twenty dollars." I did not want to laugh cause it sounded so damn funny.

"No way, Eve. That's rather... surprising."

"Anyways, she said I shouldn't bother with the payment. Rafe would take care of it."

"Of course, he has to. He's gonna be your husband soon. He has to start taking up responsibilities." Ava stated.

"I wanted to do this one for myself."

"Look for something else, darling."

My phone shook with a vibration sound. It was my alarm.

"What's that? Are you getting another call?"

"No, not really. It's my one year anniversary with Rafe. I have to rush his house before he gets back from work to make him a surprise dinner. Gotta grab a wine too."

"Aww, that's romantic," Ava gushed.

"Yeah." A faint blush crept to my cheeks. "I have to go now, Ava. I've got barely two hours to his closing time. Talk to you later."

On my way to my fiancé's house, my mind drifted to what it'd be like being Rafe's bride in three weeks. I mean it would be nothing short of a dream come true. He ticked all the boxes when it came to my definition of a perfect man.

Oh Rafe Orton, my lovely boyfriend. He worked with the publishing house where I take my books to. Yes, that was how we met. I was skeptical at first 'cause I'm not a fan of mixing business with pleasure, but he won me over. Boom! Nine months later he proposed, now in less than a month, we'd be doing this life together, forever...with kids.

I was supposed to stop by at florist's shop to check on the flowers for my wedding bouquet, however I cancelled the appointment. My man first. Today was more special.

"I'd be stopping here." I said to the cab man. "Here, take." I handed him a few notes. "Keep the change." I was in a very happy mood.

Grabbing my purse, jacket and wine bottle, I made way to the building where my fiancé lived in. The weather currently in Downtown, Toronto was cool. Today being Friday, September 15th should be the period for autumn, my best season.

And in relation to that, I intend on spending the weekend with him, naked in bed through out. Did I forget to mention that Rafe was an expert in love making...Gosh! Glad to have shoved my lingerie inside my purse. Tonight would be hot!

Right in front of Rafe's door, I took in a deep breath before sliding the key into the lock and twisted. The key turned in too easily, no form of resistance.

It seemed like Rafe was around.

My little surprise gone wrong. My heart fell.

Well, it doesn't matter. I'm still getting fucked tonight.

I opened the door and the first thing that caught my ears was the sound of music, a slow burning soundtrack.

Okay, that's new. My brows furrowed as I stepped into the lobby dropping my purse on the table.

The only time Rafe played this kind of song was when we were having sex. A faint thought of maybe he was wanking to one of my nude pictures I had sent to him made me so wet. I have to join him asap.

But I stopped when I entered his living room. There was a woman shoe beside the sofa.

Uh oh! Did I happen to leave my shoe here? I asked myself bending slightly to pick the black stiletto up. I had already dropped my jacket and wine on the sofa.

It wasn't mine. I was seeing size 42 when I'm barely keeping up with my 39.

A chill thrill ran through my body. No, it can't be... Rafe can't...

The stiletto in my hands, I walked to the direction of his bedroom. Now the music was louder mixed with the sound of a woman's throaty moans shouting his name.

My God! It should better be a nightmare I really need to wake up from. I shut my eyes but the woman's cries filled my ears.

It was real. It was happening.

I opened my eyes, tears filled in them. Their clothes and undergarments were on the floor, just by the door of the bedroom.

I brought my eyes slowly to the widely opened door to see Rafe's ass grinding as he thrust forcefully into the woman under him, her legs high up in the air, the other stiletto on one leg.

This was the man I was going to say I do to. The same man who is supposed to be the father of my unborn babies.

Jesus Christ! The tiny bits of my already broken heart shattered into tinier bits. Will I be able to survive this?

I thought about leaving quietly, then call of the wedding by tomorrow...

Hell, no! I can't end this peacefully. Rafe must have a taste for this unexplainable hurt I was feeling currently.

I looked at the shoe in my hand, that pointed heel especially, then targeted it at Rafe's butt cheeks, that particular line.

In one swift motion, I threw it and it struck hard right on the spot where I wanted it to hit.

"Fuck!" Rafe screamed, his hand going to his bum. Is that blood that I see? Oh yeah, serves him right. My earnest prayer right now was that he bleeds to death.

"Yess, baby, cum inside me!" The woman under him moaned loudly thinking Rafe was about to orgasm.

I felt disgusted just hearing this. He wasn't even wearing a condom.

"Sweetheart." He spun around at once.

The nerve of him to call me his sweetheart while he was fucking another... I glanced briefly at the owner of the pussy he was desperately pounding into.

"Evelyn, my God." She shrieked, trying to cover herself with the sheets.

"Aunt Matilda!"

EVELYN

"I... I didn't mean to, sweetheart. It was an oversight. I slipped..." Rafe grabbed his trousers, rushing out of the room to meet me. He grabbed my hand as I was about stepping out of his living room to the entrance.

My shameless aunt has left the apartment barely covering herself up. She even left her shoes.

"Don't you dare call me that," I yanked my hand off his. Taking note of the spot...infact I was going to spend hours in my shower tonight, washing off every single touch of his. "Today is our anniversary, Rafe. You totally ruined it."

"Eve, I'm sorry."

"You slipped and fell right into my aunt's cunt. Why are you a pathetic liar!" I yelled, tears coming back again. "Never knew plastic boobs and ass were your favourite. Perhaps, it's the pussy. Tell me, Rafe..." I hit his bare chest with both my hands. "Is her pussy tighter than mine?"

"We can..."

"We cannot do anything anymore, Rafe. We're over. I'm calling off the wedding."

"That's impossible, Eve. What happens to our pre wedding photoshoot by tomorrow? I've already paid for it."

This man wasn't even remorseful.

I shook my head laughing. "You can take my aunt, Rafe. She's my perfect replacement. Ahh, yes, she's even divorced. You two would make a great couple."

"Damn it! I fucked Matilda for you, for your wedding dress!" He blurted out, as he shoved his hands into his hair frantically.

I wanted to faint after hearing what he just said.

"You're unbelievable." I whispered, staring at him in horror.

"How did you expect me to pay for a five thousand dollar wedding gown? I don't even get half of that as my salary."

"So, are you also trying to say you basically fucked the florist, the baker, the interior and decoration stylist?" Goodness Lord, I have to see my gynaecologist first thing tomorrow morning. This man must have given me an STD

"Please, let's settle this, Eve. I love you."

"Eww!" I twisted my face in disgust. "I'm not sorry to say this, Rafe," I looked at him dead in the eye. "You are a bastard." I took off the ring he had proposed to me with and threw it at him. Perhaps, he must have fucked the jeweller for it as well.

Unlike my aunt, I took everything I came to his house with, including the wine.

I did not have the heart to go back to my apartment. I may do something stupid to myself. The best place was Ava's house.

She opened her door on the first door bell ring.

"Eve, you are..."

I went into her arms, shaking uncontrollably as my sobs grew louder.

"Damn! What happened?" She led me to her sofa.

"It's... It's Rafe."

"Is he dead?"

"It would have been better, Ava." I sobered up now, wiping my face with my face towel.

"Ouch," she rubbed my back in circles. "He called off the wedding?"

"I did. I found him inside my aunt's pussy."

Ava looked at me wide eyed. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me right. My ex fiancé was fucking my aunt, Matilda, balls deep, on his bed."

"Shit!"

"It was his form of payment, his words." I hissed.

"I won't let this slide, Eve. Give me a minute."

One thing I knew about Ava was the fact she was unpredictable. Wondered what she was going to do next. She was back in less than a minute.

Guess what she came back with.

My best friend who I had known since we were toddlers had a sword in her right hand and a gun in her left. I knew about the sword. Her late father got it as a gift for his exceptional role as Chun Li's uncle in... I can't remember the name of the film.

"Eve, this right here, from my late dad," she raised the sword up, "is for Rafe's castration and decapitation of his ass. Then this, from my late step dad," she shook the gun, "is for your aunt after we burst her fake boobs with the surgical pins I borrowed from my mom's recent boyfriend."

"Ava, I..." I didn't know when I started laughing, a bone cracking laughter actually.

"I'm serious, Eve. Who are we paying a visit first?"

I was still laughing and crying at the same time. Another thing about Ava, she was effortlessly funny without even knowing it.

"I love you so much, Ava Brown."

"I love you too." She dropped her weapons of warfare and came to sit with me. "I'm really sorry, Eve."

"It's okay. I'm glad I found out about this before walking down the aisle with him."

"You'd find someone better, trust me. Some men don't deserve pussy, especially broke ones." She grabbed the wine. "This was supposed to be for him, right?"

I nodded.

"Let's toast with it. Another minute, we need glasses." Ava stood up again, leaving for the kitchen.

My phone rang at that moment.

"Baby, where are you?" My mom's soft voice sounded when I put the call through. It seemed like she was aware of what had occured.

"At Ava's, Mom."

"Matilda told me everything. Send me Ava's address, I'd be there in an hour."

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(A month later)

"Honey, are you sure about this?"

"A hundred percent, mom. This vacation is what I need this moment." I zipped up my bag.

My life since I broke up with Rafe became almost useless.

I probably don't know the lies Rafe must have told the publishing house where he worked, where I took my books to that made them suddenly cut ties with me.

I mean, I had just started my writing career as a romance author. My first two books didn't quite make huge sales, but at least, it paid my bills and fed me. Now, I've lost everything. I could not even find the zeal to write.

Why didn't I take Ava's advice on dividing his body into parts? Ahh!

"Mom, don't get worked up. It's only going to last for four months. Morever I'd be staying with Ava."

"Take care of yourself, please. You're the only one I've got." My mom hugged me tightly.

"You too, mom. I love you."

"Love you, baby. Don't forget to call me once you get to Ireland. It's a seven hour flight. I would be expecting your call by three, latest."

"Sure mom." My flight with Ava was leaving at exactly seven thirty am this morning.

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(Two thirty pm; Galway, Ireland)

"Hello Ladies." A young man with short, blond hair walked up to Ava and I to carry our bags. He was tall and slightly lean. His eyes were covered with shades.

"Hey Blake." Ava pecked him on the lips. "It's been a while."

Who is Blake and how come I'm just knowing about him now? I asked myself.

"Welcome to Ireland. Hey Evelyn."

"Hello." I smiled briefly at him.

As we walked to his car, Blake in front with our bags, I pulled Ava to my side.

"Who is he?" I whispered.

"Sean's friend and my sex buddy." She licked her lips, her eyes on Blake.

I was stunned with her last description.

"I'm not about to spend four months here without my vagina been touched."

"You're crazy, Ava." I said with a low chuckle.

"What about you? I can hook you up with someone if yours has healed up."

"No, thank you." I shook my head, giggling. I was glad Rafe didn't give me an STD. I gotta be cautious of the next dick I'd be sleeping with.

We got to Blake's house if I'm not mistaken and the person who opened the door was Ava's brother, Sean.

Oh no. Not Sean, again. He cannot be living here.

My phone vibrated. It was three pm. Shit! I have to text my mom asap.

"What's up, Sean?" Ava greeted her elder brother, pecking both his cheeks.

"Hey Sis."

I was still typing on my phone when Sean touched my hand. "Hey Eve."

The look on his face anytime his eyes were on me hasn't changed at all.

Okay, so, Sean and I have this somewhat complicated relationship. It was more on his part though. I've known him and Ava since childhood. I liked him only as a friend, but it was never same on his part.

"Hello Sean. How are you?" I smiled at him trying to keep it cool.

"I'm good. It's been eight years and your beauty hasn't faded a bit." He flashed a smile, his dimples showing faintly.

Shit! No!

"Dead it, Sean! She's taken." Ava came to my rescue.

"Alright guys! I'd be back by seven pm. We're hitting the club tonight." Blake said.

"Woohoo!" Ava cheered.

Damn, not when I was about catching some sleep.

Anyways if this was my first step to clearing my head, I'm surely going for it.

KILLIAN

"Congratulations Alex." I complimented my younger brother. His wife just birthed their third baby.

"Thank you, Kil. It's a boy," he didn't sound like he was happy about it. "Gia is elated, of course, but still wants her girl. So, there's still room for baby number four. Hopefully it's going to be a girl. Can't wait to have my wife all to myself," I heard him sigh. "I've faced serious cock blocking since the past three years... Damn! Did I just call my kids cock blockers? God forgive me. It's just that I've missed fucking my wife properly, without sneaking around."

"Sorry, man. What you chose." Well, that sounded scary as fuck.

I have never been a fan of being married or having kids. I viewed staying with one woman forever as pure torture. Just wondering why men in such relationships don't get bored. One pussy till death - Hell! Doesn't make any sense.

I can't even date a woman past five months. Four months was my limit.

"Are you still in Spain?"

"Nope, currently in Ireland, Galway currently. I'm going to be here for four months."

While in Spain, I bought two buildings, one in Galway and another in Dublin, as an extension of my jewelry brand. K and Co has branches in all parts of North and South America. I'm kicking up with Europe at the moment, my home country being the first.

I grew up in Dublin with my parents and two siblings, a brother and a sister.

"Ohh, you're close to home, with Andrea?"

"Not with Andrea. Our relationship was only for two months."

Andrea was just like the others. Loved my money, good in bed, crying and professing their fake, undying love for me on the last day of the relationship. The only difference Andrea had was her Spanish accent and blonde hair, unlike my usual red heads.

"And here I was, thinking you have finally given your heart to a woman."

"That would never happen, Alex. Gotta find a new pum-pum to fuck during my stay here." I was thinking of doing two months with two different people, but decided against it days later. It would ruin things for me. Chances of them knowing my real identity would be very easy.

"You're really hell bent on this thing. Your fourteenth?"

Alex was the only one who knew about my style of relationships. My mom and sister believe I'm single. As for my dad, he thinks I'm sleeping around.

"Fifteenth," I corrected.

"Killian, you're almost forty..."

"Shut up, bro. My thirty fifth birthday was two weeks ago. Don't sound like mom, please. You should know me by now."

"Tell me why I'm having a feeling you will fall in love with this one."

"Lol, your usual feelings," I chuckled. "You said this when I was with my eighth companion, now, I'm about getting the fifteenth one. When I come to Dublin, I'll get you enough glucose for your strength to give you enough strength till I get to number fifty."

"This'd be your last." He said firmly.

"Goodbye Alex. Go to your wife. She needs you." I stopped the call before he could respond.

I glanced briefly at my wall clock. It was six pm.

'Still got an hour.' I thought.

I was going to the club by seven. I have to find number fifteen tonight.

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I was currently at the nightclub, at the VIP section to be precise, my eyes wandering over, hunting for my next number.

It's been two weeks since my dick got wet. Last time I paid for a whore, I couldn't get past the blowjob and I felt disgusted. That was when I kicked off with my short term relationships, coupled with the fact I had a reproductive health issue.

The women I was seeing in the club were not meeting to my standards at all. I have tasted redheads, different shades actually, blonds, three to be exact. My last number was a blond.

This time I was going for something new, something distinct. My number fifteen should have a dark shade of brown hair. Heard brunettes have a strong seductive force and they're quite intoxicating in bed. I could not wait to find the perfect one.

Close to thirty minutes and I was getting a bit disappointed.

'Extra ten minutes and no show for me, then I'm out of here.' I thought. Would check back tomorrow or continue my search tonight in a different club.

I checked notifications on my phone for a while, then looked up again. That moment, the door of the club opened and a woman stepped in, a brunette that has caught my eye this night.

Damn! A dick twitcher!

She was beautiful, really beautiful. The perfect dark shade of brown hair. She was on a strapless mini dress, black and shimmery. I could see her arms and thighs from where I sat. I loved her height, her body shape, her face.

I was so engrossed in this lady that I had no idea when the waitress returned with my order.

"Sir." I got a tap from her.

"Yes?"

"Your glasses of Mojito are here."

"Ohh, thanks." I had already forgotten.

"Do you need any other thing?

"Uhmmm, no... Wait." I put my hand into my pocket to get out some cash, then I turned to the table where the stunning lady had sat. She was joined by a woman and two men. They were having a conversation, seemed like they were friends.

I did not care if any of the dudes were her boyfriend, my mind was made up already.

"Do you see that table at the extreme, close to the window?" I said in a low tone.

"Two women and two men."

"Exactly, is the brunette a regular?"

She shook her head. "Never seen her here before."

"What about..." I put some cash on the table. "The others."

"Yes, I know the two guys, Sean and Blake. They frequently come here every week."

I motioned her to take the notes, then put my hand back for another set. "Can you get more info on them, most especially the brunette. I want to know how long she's going to stay."

"No issues." The waitress giggled quietly, picking up the new notes I placed on the table.

In less than five minutes, my intel came back.

"Her name is Evelyn."

A calm name. I thought.

"She's Sean's sister's friend. They are only staying in Galway for four months."

Perfect!

"Alright, are the dudes college students?" They looked like one.

"Yes, masters degree students at ATU, textile and fashion design."

"Thank you." I passed her the last notes of appreciation.

"I appreciate, Sir. You just made my night."

It just occurred to me that I got an invite to attend a fashion event at ATU this weekend. The dudes would certainly be there, with the girls obviously.

What a nice coincidence.

I had already made arrangements for my someone to go on my behalf. Guess, I'll have to attend discreetly.

I noticed that most people had left their table for the dance floor, including my new companion.

"Killian, this is your cue to have a clearer look at your number fifteen." I said myself, taking the last gulp of my mojito as I stood up from my seat.

I made my way to the dance floor, then I saw her. She was giggling and dancing with her bestfriend. Few more steps and I was behind her.

"Hey." I said, my voice raised. The music in the club was rather too loud.

"Uhmmm, hello." She spun around.

What accent was that? Sounds like American, not too sure.

Her eyes were green, reminded me of my emerald gemstones. Her lips were a bit full, the right size for a clean blow job. A small nose tip. Nice cheekbones. I'm a goner.

You made the right choice, Killian.

"Care to dance?" I pushed my arm forward, opening my right palm.