Kisses for the Cheater's Father

Willow "Willow, thank goodness you picked up! Look, I know this sounds crazy, but you should break up with Julian and cut off Kayla right now!” My brows furrowed when the first thing my phone picked up was my workmate’s crying, desperate voice. “What do you mean, Chloe?” I asked as I instinctively sped off on my way to Julian’s to celebrate my 24th birthday. “I opened Dexter’s phone and found a video of them in an *rgy! That son of a b*tch told me he’s out of town because of his sick mother, but he just attended that sickening party with your fiancé and best friend!” Those words made my hand slip on the steering wheel, accidentally swerving which caused the cars to honk angrily at me. My hands shook, my breathing ragged, and my vision blurred as I listened to her speak between her sobs and sniffles. “I saw it with my own eyes, I swear! I know what my boyfriend looks like, like the back of my hand, and I definitely saw how Julian’s the one f*cking Kayla the most!” “P-please calm down f-for a while, Chloe…I will…I will call you back later, okay?” Ending the call, my chest tightened and I felt like a lump was stuck in my throat, making it impossible to drive swiftly. But even in this situation, my heart, which used to beat for Julian, still keeps on praying that Chloe mistook them for someone else. *** Wiping my tears, the car pulled up to the grand, imposing gates of the Beaumont estate. Taking a series of deep breaths, I checked myself in the mirror to fix myself up, hoping that I could get some clarity when I spoke with Julian. “It’s okay, Willow. You can talk it out like civilized people.” I muttered to myself as I walked towards the grand door. “Chloe must’ve seen it wrongly.” Just as I reached the entrance, the heavy oak door swung open. Lucian Beaumont—Julian’s father. “Good evening, sir,” I spoke, politely lowering my gaze. Lucian is a formidable man, even at forty-four; his ice-like blue orbs and sharp jawline carved from granite proved too intimidating for everyone else. Even with his undeniable drop-dead face and enviable physique, his cold demeanor and powerful glares send everyone fifty steps back. Like usual, he glanced at me, his gaze sweeping over tired, pale blue eyes, with a flicker of something unreadable, then offered a single, firm nod. My shoulders sagged slightly, the familiar chill of his indifference dampening my already sullen mood. Shaking off other thoughts, I let myself in, the grand foyer silent as I walked to my destination: Julian’s bedroom. “Please, Julian,” nervous, I tried to warm my palms by clasping them together, scared that Chloe’s words would ring true when I reached his room at the far end of the second floor. …oh. My stomach churned as I took in the scene before me. There was no mistaking what those sounds meant—or who Julian was with. His face was contorted in pleasure above Kayla's, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance of lust. “You're so much better at this, baby,” Julian panted between thrusts, his words dripping with disdain for me. “I don't know why I ever settled for Willow's tight little c*nt. She’s the best hole there is, but she’s too timid to try out k*nks with me.” Kayla giggled, her nails digging into Julian's back as he f*cks her with her body nearly folded in half. “Mmm, I think it's because she's too innocent for you, babe. She doesn't know how to take care of a real man like me.” Biting my lower lip, I refused to cry hard as I burned this scene into my eyes, making sure my heart will no longer have any reason to put an ounce of faith to Julian—the man who used to be the campus playboy, but ‘changed’ because of me—and strengthen myself to forget him for good. "I know," Julian growled, his hips snapping against Kayla's with renewed vigor. "Willow's been nothing but a tease since we got engaged, giving a view of that sexy f*ckable body but can’t even handle a few filthy orders to get my c*ck going.” “She’s unlike you, my dirty little sl*t,” he chuckled, pulling her hair to force her to open her mouth, spitting right on her tongue. “You always like the ways of the world.” "Oh f*ck yes! Harder, baby, please!” Unable to bear it any longer, I pushed the door hard enough to slam it right on the wall, causing them to stop midway through their session and look at my direction, their eyes immediately widening in fear, guilt, and shock. "Willow!" Julian scrambled back, pulling the sheet higher. "It's not what it looks like!" "Not what it looks like?!" My voice was a raw, broken whisper. "Julian! Kayla! How could you?!" My vision blurred with tears, the betrayal a physical blow. I turned and ran, my feet pounding against the plush carpet, desperate to escape the suffocating air of their deceit. "Willow, wait!" "Please, Willow, let me explain!" Kayla, her voice sickly sweet, feigning innocence even now. With Julian’s natural athleticism. He immediately caught up with me, caging me in his arms and suffocating me with the foul smell of cheating s*x. "Let go of me!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I tried to pry away from him, but his muscles were too strong against my feeble attempts to escape this nightmare. "Willow, you're overreacting!" Julian hissed, his eyes hardening. “This is just what men do when the love of their lives isn’t around for their needs!” "Overreacting?! Julian, today is my birthday, and I found you f*cking my best friend! MY! BEST! FRIEND!” My voice cracked, raw with agony. "You lied to me! You gaslighted me! You promised you'd change!" Kayla stepped forward, her eyes wide, tears streaming down in her blanket-clad form. "Willow, please! It meant nothing! Julian was just comforting me, I was having a bad day—" "Comforting you?!" I shrieked, my voice echoing in the cavernous foyer. "You call that comforting?! You snake! Both of you! You deserve each other! I hate you!" With a sudden grant of strength. I pulled away from Julian and ran again. “Willow!” Kayla called and chased after me. When she reached my hand, I immediately pulled away, repulsed by her touch. Surprised, Kayla stood there with wide eyes. “Willow…” “ENOUGH!” Julian tried to intervene, pushing me away from Kayla, but his sudden force caused me to lose my balance, leading me to fall down their grand staircase. “WILLOW!” I heard their voices call out to me as I felt every marble hit and break more of my bones. Landing on the first floor, my vision is stained with red, feeling the dizzying notion of my bl*od being drained out of me. Ah…am I about to d*e? My gaze focused on the chandelier that gets blurred by the second, almost as if the light itself is shutting down. This is unfair…why does this have to happen to me of all people? If only I could turn back time…and never again fall into their lies.