Once he gets himself together, he stands and goes into the bathroom. I hear water run followed by him hurling his guts. After a while, he stops and flushes the toilet. When he exits the bathroom, he doesn’t say anything, nor does he look at me. Picking his clothes up off the floor, he quickly dresses and leaves. As soon as the door closes behind him, everything comes crashing down on me like a tsunami. The impersonal way he fucked me, clearly pointing out with his dick that I’m being used, his overwhelming hate oozing out of him like the alcohol he consumed. He’s absolutely right, I am a whore, bought and paid for with his wife’s black card. I haven’t cried in years, but thick tears come to my eyes and stream down my face as I reflect on what I have become. I’m actually ashamed. Sinking into the bed, I cover myself as I cover my head and cry into the pillow. I can feel his cum dripping out of me and smell his scent in the sheets and that makes me cry even harder. I thought I could do this, control my feelings, but I was wrong. Grayson Hastings might just ruin me.
Grayson
I wake the next morning with a pounding headache. Groaning, I sit up with half open lids. I feel dizzy and my stomach is swirling. “Fuck,” I groan, trying to crack my eyes open fully. I don’t know how much bourbon I downed last night, but judging by how I’m feeling now, it had to be a lot. Blinking my eyes, my vision finally clears and flashbacks from last night assault me all at once. Jade and her tight body, her perfectly tan skin that was soft as clouds to the touch, her full breasts with those dark nipples and her scent that enthralled me like her body. I fucked her and I wasn’t nice about it. I took out all the anger I’ve been feeling on her body and she just let me. I try to think back to make sure I didn’t hurt her but everything is fuzzy. I remember her squeezing my dick like a vice, cumming all over me, so she must have enjoyed herself, but I also remember the broken look on her face as I pulled out of her snug body. I’m a prick. I shouldn’t have left her like that.
I went there with the intention of owning up to my side of the bargin with a quick fuck, but as soon as her towel dropped and I got a closeup of what she’s been hiding under her clothes, I crossed the line and kissed the hell out of her with the passion one would have for their lover. She got to me and I lashed out at her. I can’t change what happened. Maybe now she’ll see what she signed herself up for and leave, except she might be pregnant with my child. When I came, I shot over a year’s worth of cum inside her. I’m surprised I didn’t shoot my load like a teenager when I first sunk myself inside her. When Nichole first got sick, her sex drive went down to the point where sex was just an idea. I could have jerked off, but I didn’t feel right doing it if she couldn’t get off as well and with how sick the chemo made her, she wasn’t in the mood to take care of herself.
Standing on shaky legs, I head to the bathroom in search of painkillers. Maybe if my head wasn’t throbbing so much, I could think. The light is on and I see Nichole standing there in her light pink silk robe, holding a similar looking pill bottle.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask and she jumps, startled and almost drops the bottle in the sink.
“Grayson, you scared me,” she says, holding her hand to her chest.
“What are you doing with those pills? Aren’t they the ones you had to take when you were sick?”
“Nothing,” she replies a little too quickly and I narrow my eyes. “Seriously, Grayson, I was just cleaning out the medicine cabinet.
“Let me see,” I reply and she hands them over. “This is a full bottle.”
“I must have refilled it before I stopped using them. Why are you making such a big deal about this?” I hand the bottle back, thinking she’s right. I’m blowing up over something that’s probably nothing.
“You’re right,” I reply, backing off.
“Here,” she offers me the pain pills with a small smile. “Long night?” she says as I pop the pills and duck to drink straight from the sink. I can see the question in her eyes, even if she won’t voice it.
“If you want to know if I went to see Jade, then yes, I did.”
“And?” She prods.
“And, I fucked her, end of story,” I growl.
“How did she seem afterwards? Was she okay?”
“I don’t know, Nichole. I didn’t exactly stick around.”
“Grayson. You didn’t just fuck the poor girl and leave her?” She asks, horrified.
“What did you expect? Was I supposed to stay there and cuddle with her?” I ask, incredulously.
“I’m not saying that, but you could have done more than just fuck her and leave. That was a dick move and you know it. What if you hurt her? She could be gone right now, you know, and I wouldn’t blame her one bit.”
“Good,” I roar. “I want her gone. You’re my wife, not her. I should have been with you last night,” my voice breaks as I choke on my words. This request is too much. I’ve reached the point where I don’t know if I can carry on like this any longer. The drinking in my office until late into the night so that I can avoid talking to her about Jade, which ends up with us arguing over me not wanting to fuck her. How I feel like shit because I broke my vows and enjoyed it. How I love Nichole with every fiber of my being, but she’s breaking us, breaking me.
“Grayson,” she says softly, cupping my cheek. “I know you’re pissed, but all this will be worth it in the end. Once the full picture is revealed, you’ll see why I pushed for this so much.”
“The baby,” I mutter.
She doesn’t answer, she just nods with a lost look on her face and I pull her to my chest, holding her tight. “I love you, Nichole,” I murmur into her hair.
“I love you so much more than you can understand,” she replies. She lets me hold her for a bit before stepping back, saying she needs to get dressed.
“What are you doing today?” I ask, curious.
“It’s Friday. We’ll be having Jade over for dinner tonight,” she answers and I groan. “I let you two get away with it the last two weeks, but now, since you two had sex, we should start.”
“I’m sure she doesn’t want to see me. I’d be surprised if she’s still at the hotel.”
“Grayson,” she warns.
“What? I may not have been the nicest when I fucked her,” I admit and she sighs.
“Be that as it may, we’re still having dinner. I’ll call and let her know, and when she gets here, you can apologize.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath on that,” I mutter before stalking away. I’m not apologizing. By some miracle, if Jade is still here, she’ll wish she weren’t. I’ll make sure of that.
Jade
Family dinner with the married couple whose husband I fucked last night. What sick Twilight Zone have I found myself in or am I on a reality show? I woke up this morning sore as fuck from the way McHottie rammed into my body last night hate fucking me. I had to soak in the tub for an hour just to be able to walk again without looking like a stick was shoved up my ass. My eyes were puffy from crying all night and I had purple blemishes under my eyelids from lack of sleep. After McHottie left, I couldn’t go back to bed. I kept thinking about the trapped feelings I let escape and were running rampant on my body. Now I can see the world from my mama’s crazy perspective and actually sympathize with her over letting Daddy ruin her. I can see it’s not an easy thing to stop. It’s like the plague. Once affected, there's no turning back until you die a slow, agonizing death. One cruel fuck has turned my life upside down, and I don’t have wings to fly.