Steamy Affair With My Driver

Chapter 4

Nelson's POV.

“Yes boss, I'd handle it before they find out.” I muttered into the phone before the line went dead.

After the call, I started packing my things, preparing to leave. And while doing that, all I could think of was Jahira.

Fantasizing about her had always been exciting but getting to f**k her in reality was hot.

A part of me hated that I didn't try to provide another solution but the shameless part of me loved that I finally f****d the woman of my dreams.

My body trembled as I slid my bag onto my shoulders, walking out of the gate.

As much as that was fun, I had to make sure something like this didn't happen again.

My boss mustn't find out or else he'd report me to the man who introduced me to him–my lecturer.

And if my lecturer ever found out that I was out here doing something different from the original plan, he'd kill me.

I couldn't afford death yet, not when I hadn't even built my dream software company.

“Calm down Nelson, you got this,” I muttered as I walked down the road.

I repeated the words as I walked, but flashes of how warm her cunt felt, how her moans grew with my strokes and how soft her boobs felt in my hands, I shook my head as if to clear the thoughts but it didn't help.

My c**k stiffened as I walked down the road but I ignored it as I hailed a cab. While doing that, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I slipped it out of my pants, lifting it to my face.

My arched brows softened as I read the message:

[Hey baby, come home soon. It's your birthday tomorrow and I'm looking to treat you to something nice on birthday’s eve]

Surprise and relief split my insides as I stared at the message. This text meant that Stella was no longer mad at me which was a relief. However, it was also surprising because she'd usually never get over her annoyance this fast.

Guilt knocked air out of my lungs as I recalled that I'd just cheated on my girlfriend. But I didn't have any choice, I couldn't afford losing my job. And I certainly couldn't get on my lecturer’s bad side.

I made up my mind to tell Stella about it. If she decided to forgive me, then that was fine.

But if she didn't, then I'd be shattered for months but I'd be happy that she'd find someone else who can spend lavishly on her.

Fuck, who am I kidding? I wouldn't be able to stand that.

~

When I arrived home, my apartment smelled like pasta and expensive fruity wine. My lips turned up at the thought of the surprise dinner Stella must have prepared.

I dropped my bag on the couch, heading straight to my room to find Stella.

My feet suddenly became heavy the moment I arrived at the door.

Stella was wearing the skimpiest dress and was on her knees, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked off a familiar face. My eyes widened in terror as I recognized who he was.

“Why the f**k are you sucking your cousin off?!” I yelled and she slowly slipped the lengthy c**k out of her mouth, glancing over her shoulders with a frown.

“Who said he was my cousin?” She rolled her eyes, and continued what she was doing.

My hands balled into fists as my heart started beating frantically making my chest heave. My brain immediately went blank and all that coursed through me was piercing pain–the kind that felt like every part of your skin was being stabbed.

Without thinking, I picked up a vase from the cupboard beside me, sending it across the room and the brown haired guy glared at me as Stella rose.

She turned to me with crossed arms, “Motherfucker, you're supposed to watch! Not throw things!”

“In my house? You cannot be f*****g serious!”

“Oh I am. Happy birthday!” She yelled, chuckling maliciously and even then, I found her smile beautiful.

I hated myself for it.

She didn't think twice before hurting me in this manner. This made me wonder what our love was worth.

“Why would you do this?” I asked, my voice quivering from the tension twisting my insides.

“The only reason I've even stayed this long in a relationship with you is because Xander wasn't in town,” She stated, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“Plus, all you've got is a handsome face. You're broke, and incapable of satisfying my needs so my sweet Xander has been helping you out.” She smirked, winking at the man behind her.

“Wow,” I muttered.

Those were the only word that escaped my lips, the only word that conveyed how broken I was from this.

My jaws clenched, and I stepped closer to Stella, watching her face turn pale.

“Stay the f**k away from me,” She warned, but I didn't stop walking towards her.

My hands snagged around her neck, building pressure through her pretty little face.

“You have no right to think you can–”

“BAM!”

My body stumbled back as my nose throbbed from the punch Xander landed on my face.

I groaned as I pressed a hand over my face, glaring daggers at Xander.

“If you dare to lay another finger on her, I'll make sure you never use those hands ever again.” Xander threatened, making my blood boil with rage.

Physically, he was bigger than me so I decided not to fight.

But my eyes trailed back to Stella who was curling her arms around Xander like she was a baby.

“It's over.”

Stella snorted, “No, it's not.”

My brows pulled together, “You already have Xander so why the f**k won't you leave me alone?!”

She stared at me, “Because you're going to help me with my grade, you're close to Mr Jeffrey.”

I scoffed, “I'm not doing that.”

She swayed her hair behind her ears, “Okay, then I'll just tell everyone what you did that night at the principal’s office.”

My blood ran cold.

No one knew about that incident, so how did Stella find out?