I slide my tongue against her nipple and tease her, circling it around slowly. She stretches her arm out against the pillow and moans. I like that she’s still asleep. I like to see how close I can get her to an orgasm before waking her up. I wrap my lips around her n!pple and suck gently. It instantly hardens inside my mouth. “Mmm,” she moans again, her sleepy voice breathless. “Carter.” My jaw clenches with her f*cking n!pple still in my mouth. What the fucking f*ck did she just say? I immediately pull away, letting her n!pple pop out of my mouth. I look down at her f&cking face. I release my grip on my d!ck. It just went limp at the sound of that name passing her lips. What the f*ck? What. The. Fuck? My chest hurts. It feels like someone just crushed it. Dropped a brick on it. Dropped a whole fucking building on it. Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, Sloan pulled her shirt down over her tits. Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, I wrapped my hand around her throat. ****** She’s staring at me. Her eyes are wide with fear. I’m sure it’s a scary thing to wake up to your boyfriend’s hand around your throat, but she should be lucky she’s not feeling what I’m feeling right now. “Are you fucking him?” It takes all the effort I have not to scream those words at her. Instead, my voice is calm and collected, unlike every other part of me. I’m not squeezing her throat with any significant force. Yet. I simply have my hand around it, so she should be answering me right now. She’s able to speak, but she’s not. The fucking whore is just staring at me like she just got caught. “Sloan? Are you fucking Carter? Has he been inside you?” Sloan immediately begins to shake her head. She presses her palms into the mattress and pushes herself up against the headboard. My hand doesn’t leave her throat. “What are you talking about?” she says. “No. Of course not. God, no.” She’s looking at me like I’m crazy. She’s very convincing. My mother was convincing, too. Look where that landed her. I tighten my grip, watching her face as it slowly turns a shade pinker. She winces and fists the sheet at her sides. Her eyes begin to fill with tears. Good thing my father taught me not to let a woman’s tears fool me. I lean in toward her until I’m a mere two inches from her. I scroll over her eyes, her mouth, every fucking lying part of her goddamn face. “You just said his name, Sloan. I had your fucking nipple in my mouth, trying to please you. But then you whispered his fucking name. You said Carter.” Sloan shakes her head. She’s so adamant about it, shaking it with such intensity, I ease my grip around her throat so she can speak. After inhaling a gasp of air, she blurts out, “I didn’t say Carter, you fucking dipshit. I said harder. I was awake and could feel you kissing me. I wanted you to do it harder.”

"I Hate You Katelyn can't You Get It" he said bitterly. The name he used to say with so much sweetness and tender now came out of his mouth like Venom that stinged her deeply saying all that with with so much despise ,but Kate refused to believe it all, No how could she"Trevor listen..."" Get her outta my face" shouted Trevor whose face held so much disgust, disappointment could hatred be there too?"Trevor wait" she cried holding his left foot in plea, he shook his foot getting her off as his guards trooped in trying to get her out of Trevor's sight like he commanded but she was not relenting on trying to explain to Trevor who turned his back on her looking out the big glass wall of his office. She was dragged away by security and throwned her out like she was nothing. Sitting down on the ground crying bitterly. The sky was dark since it's night time but there were still clouds containing the same content she had in her eyes. It was going to rain and she knew it but that was the least of her problems what kept ringing in her head was his words. The man who was once her lover that she loved so dearly would turn his back on her and do that to her ..."No" she said wiping her tears. "he loves me right ""this is all just a huge misunderstanding ""all of this is just a prank right".All this questions kept lingering in her head but they seemed like she was comforting herself, she look like a lost puppy. The sky rumbled followed by rain. The rain drenching her badly already, her clothes stucked at her body showing off her shape shamelessly along her hair that is sticking on her face. No doubt she will have a cold tomorrow , but she still refused to get up. Her mouth is quivering not sure because of the coldness of the rain or because of crying.People rant for shelter scattering away from the rain but her. Her world was falling apart with no one in sight to console and support her including her family or more specifically her dad.She was down everyone treated her like sh!t like she was nothing that includes her lover. But what happens when she comes back from the depths of hell like a risen tornado here to destroy everything and no one to stop her or will stop her?