Claiming the Lost Rhode Princess

Chapter 1 My fiancé is gay. That was the thought echoing through my head like a death knell as I stood there frozen, watching a scene I couldn’t unsee no matter how hard I tried. I stared at the man thrusting ruthlessly into my fiancé’s ass, as Lucas cried out in ecstasy like a goddamn w***e in heat. This was my fiancé, the man I had spent 7 years of my life with. The man I had dedicated seven entire years of my life to. The man I loved so dearly it map-lined my entire existence. The man I had shared a bed, my dreams, a business, a future, and a life with for 7 whole years. And he was here before my very eyes, legs spread wide, eyes rolled back in unadulterated bliss I had never seen cross his face when he was with me. I couldn’t breathe anymore. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, toxic, and suffocating. Everywhere felt like it was spinning. It all felt like a nightmare, but it wasn’t. It was pure, painful reality. The rhythmic, nauseating sound of skin slapping against skin hard and fast filled the room forcing me to anchor myself to the painful reality. I wanted to look away, to scream, to tear the room apart, but I couldn’t. My entire body felt frozen. It felt like some force had pinned my feet to the ground. My eyes stayed locked on the bed, my brain completely stalling as it struggled to register the trauma. “Ah, f**k, babe… yes I love this, Arghh, f**k, you’re so big…” Lucas moaned, the dirty words hitting me like physical punches to my gut. My hands flew to my mouth, pressing hard to keep the nausea down. My heart felt like it had been ripped out violently from my chest and shoved down a whirring garbage disposal. What am I seeing? What’s happening? What sort of nightmare is this? Please, God, wake me up from this, back to our apartment, sleeping beside him with his arms wrapped around me. “Ah, yeah, f**k baby, take my big boy,” the man grunted. “Take him good.” “Yes!! Daddy!!! Give me your big boy!! f**k!” Fresh tears burned the back of my eyes. My knees buckled slightly; I almost lost my balance. I reached out to the doorframe for support. Daddy? Lucas had never called me a single pet name in bed, not even baby. He never even seemed interested in s*x with me. A minute. That was the amount of minutes it took before he came. And anytime I gently asked for more, he would always say he was tired or he would just give me a disgusted look before leaving. There was a time he even told me my libido was f*****g high and I needed to see a medical therapist. My mind raced, spinning out of control. Is he gay? Bisexual? Has he always been like this? Has he been faking it with me? All these years? Every kiss, every promise, every time we cuddled, every ‘I love you,’ was it all fake? Was it all a lie? I knew something was wrong with Lucas, or at least I had suspected so. I thought maybe he was asexual, and maybe that’s why he didn’t like sleeping with me and always complained whenever I asked him to. I thought maybe that’s why he never satisfied me and didn’t know the right places to touch to pleasure a woman. But… gay? I never in my wildest dreams imagined this. I felt humiliated. I felt like a goddamn fool. How do women process this? How do they react when their fiancé is getting his back blown by some freaking motherfucker a week before their wedding? How do they react when they realize the sweet, gentle, caring man who they so much loved with every fiber of your being had been fooling you for 7 whole years? How do they react when they see their fiancé being spread shamelessly in bed with a man? I felt something wet on my cheeks. My hands lifted, brushing my face; I hadn’t even known I was crying. “Babe, f**k, yes I’m close!!” Lucas moaned from the bed. I shook my head slowly, finally having enough, the last remaining shred of my denial snapping. I thought maybe if I just prayed harder, I’d finally wake up only to realize it was just a terrible nightmare. But the sound of him panting and the sight of their pale limbs tangled up together in the sheets was still there. I laughed bitterly. “You’re really shameless, Lucas,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. Barely scraping past the lump of grief in my throat, but in the quiet bedroom, it sounded like a gunshot They both snapped their heads towards me, freezing mid-thrust. Lucas’s eyes widened in pure unbridled panic; for a second, I thought his eye balls would bulge right out of their sockets. He scrambled away from the man between his legs, grabbing the nearest blanket and yanking it over his naked torso like that could somehow erase the trauma I had just witnessed. “Z-Zuri…” he stammered, his voice cracking. “W-What are you doing here?” I pressed harder against the wall, wiping the tears that kept flowing with the back of my hands, trying so hard to stay on my feet. “What am I doing here?” I repeated, staring directly into the eyes of the man I thought I knew . “Really? That’s what you have to say?” “N-No, no, it’s not what it looks like,” he shook his head, waving a hand at me while the other still clutched the blanket. “Not what it looks like? Not what it looks like?!!” The sheer absurdity of the lie acted like a jolt of adrenaline. I pushed off the wall, legs wobbling, fists rolled into balls. “You think I’m stupid?!! I’m not blind, Lucas! Lucas, you’re cheating on me with a man in our bed! Our apartment! In the house we bought to live together after our wedding in seven freaking days!! You’re spreading your ass for a man, moaning his name, and you have the effrontery, the audacity, the boldness to tell me it’s not what it looks like? Okay, what does it look like then? Please enlighten me, Lucas.” He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His face crumbled, looking down as he faced me with pain, guilt, regret, and mostly fear. “You shameless bastard,” I hissed, the venom coating my tongue. “You’re evil. So this is who you are? After everything I’ve done for you? After everything I’ve sacrificed for you? After seven years of loyalty, patience, endurance, planning our f*****g future together, this is how you choose to repay me?! What did I ever do to you to deserve this? This is who you are when I’m not looking, when no one is there—a goddamn cheat. How dare you do this to me, Lucas! How dare you!” The man who had been inside him a few seconds ago suddenly rolled his eyes. He let out a deliberate, theatrical yawn, leaning back against our headboard as if he were watching an amusing opera he had grown bored of. “Oh, please, how incredibly dramatic. She is exactly what you told me she’d be, Lucas. So exhausting.” He reached for his clothes on the floor, completely unbothered by my presence. “I don’t want to get caught up in this little domestic… mess, Lucas. I’m out of here. Bye, hon.” Lucas turned to him and panicked. “Blake, wait— I— I didn’t know she was coming back early—” Blake cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand as he slid into his shirt. “Baby, it’s fine. You were entirely right about her, though. She’s dramatic. Worse, she's exhausting.” That did it. Something inside me snapped. My whole body shook with something worse than anger. Anger was far from it. It was unadulterated rage. Why the hell were they acting like this was normal? They’re even calling each other names like I’m suddenly invisible. Why weren’t they begging? Why was I the one crying while the intruder smirked? Why weren’t they on their knees crying their eyes out in forgiveness? He didn’t even look a bit bored or bothered, which meant that he knew Lucas was in a relationship and he still went and f****d him on our bed. “You f*****g lunatic!” I screamed. I stormed towards him, hands raised, ready to deliver the slap he damn well deserved, but before I could reach him, Lucas moved faster. “Stop it, Zuri!” he yelled, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back. His grip on my arms was so tight, his fingers digging into my skin painfully. “What do you think you are doing?” “What am I doing?!” I spat, eyes blazing. “Stay out of it, bastard! Wait for your f*****g turn!” I wrenched my body towards Blake again, but Lucas stepped between us, anchoring himself like a shield. “Don’t be so foolish,” he hissed, his voice dropping into a dark warning tone. “I won’t let you touch Blake. Don’t you even f*****g think about it.” My heart plummeted straight into a cold, hollow abyss. He sounded so… protective. The man who he had cheated on me with. The man who insulted me. Called me names. Humiliated me. The man who smirked at me and walked out of my bed. He was protecting him. “Why?” I whispered, completely stunned. “Why are you protecting him? Why are you defending him, Lucas? He just humiliated me in front of you, and you’re still defending him?” Behind Lucas, Blake straightened his collar, not even trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. He looked at me like I was some lowlife that held absolutely no worth or value. “Why are you surprised?” he said. “Do you really think he liked you? Don’t be a delusional girl, use your brain.” I gasped in shock, absolutely stunned by his sheer audacity. “If it weren’t for your families involved, do you really think he’ll be with you? He wouldn’t even look at you, let alone stay this long with you.” My vision blurred with tears. I could feel my blood boiling to a dangerous peak. “Let me go!” I wrenched away, struggling to free my arm from Lucas. “Let go of me this instant, you sick piece of s**t” “No!” he barked. “Stop it, Zuri! I won’t let you touch Blake!” With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I shoved him hard enough to make him stumble back a step, and I lunged towards Blake, ready to slap that smug look off his face. But in an instant, Lucas stepped between us and slapped me hard across the face. A sharp, ringing sound exploded through the bedroom as Lucas's hand slapped hard across my face. My head snapped towards the side, my hair flying across my eyes, my cheek burning with a stinging, sharp pain. “I said,” Lucas roared, his voice echoing off the walls, “don’t you f*****g dare lay your hands on Blake!” I stood there, frozen, the room going completely silent except for the ringing in my ears. I couldn't believe it. He… he actually hit me.