The wrath called Revenge

Lexi's POV. I got out of my car and headed towards the apartment. I'd had a long day at work, and I was eager for a warm bath, a hearty dinner and some alone time with my caring boyfriend. “Damon?” I called out as I walked through front door. The apartment was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I dropped my purse and keys on the entry way table and headed deeper in, wondering why he wasn't back by this time of the day. I stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, opening it and taking a sip before continuing towards our bedroom. However, nothing would have prepared me for the sight that greeted me the minute I opened our bedroom door. Clothes scattered about everywhere. Pleasured moans punctuating the atmosphere. Damon, my boyfriend of three years, with his limb entangled with another woman's. Naked. My boyfriend was cheating on me. I stood frozen in shock at the doorway, unable to form any rational thoughts as I just watched the gyrating bodies on the bed. None of them had noticed my presence, too lost in each other to be aware of their surroundings. The bottle slipped from my grip and crashed to the floor, finally alerting them to my presence. They paused and turned to look at me, and that was when I actually took a good look at the woman who was lying naked in bed with my boyfriend. Curly brown hair and hazel eyes that belonged to no one other than my stepsister, Kayla. My boyfriend was cheating on me, with my stepsister! In my shock, I didn't notice that Damon had gotten up and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. “Babe, wait,” he started, “I can explain,” The sound of his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face him, my emotions a mix of hurt and rage. “Explain? Explain what, Damon? What's there to explain? I just caught you in bed naked with my damn stepsister!” I shrieked, then turned to face Kayla. “How could you? I know you've always been jealous of me! I know you've always wanted everything I had! Why am I even surprised?” She didn't say anything, only wrapping the sheets tighter around her chest to cover herself. “You left me with no choice, Lexi! What was I supposed to do? Always shutting me out, never making any time for me! I needed to feel special too!” Damon shouted. “And cheating on me was the next best thing? We're adults, Damon! If you needed anything, all you had to do was ask!” I raged, hot tears tracking down my cheeks. “Lexi, please…” Kayla started to say, but I cut her off. “You shut the hell up.” I said. I couldn't take it anymore. I bolted out of the room, ignoring the sound of both of their voices calling out behind me. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was going to to do, but I needed to get out of there. Fast. I grabbed my car keys and purse and left the apartment with no destination in mind. My thoughts were a mess. How could Damon do this to me? I had just booked us a couples spot on a luxury cruise tour to celebrate our three years anniversary, and I was supposed to share the news with him tonight. But now I knew that our relationship was nothing but a joke to him. I drove like a mad woman, not bothering to follow any traffic rules. If I continued like this, I was going to crash but what was the point? I didn't even care anymore. After hours of driving, I finally calmed down a bit and parked somewhere to process my thoughts. I loved Damon with my entire heart and soul, and that was why his betrayal stabbed into me like a hot knife. And my stepsister, we didn't have the best relationship, but I never would have expected her to stab m in the back like this. As the tears dried and left messy tracks on my face, all the hurt and betrayal I felt congealed within me to form a cold, hard mass of rage that settled down deep within my gut. If they thought they could just hurt me and I would take it lying down, they were sorely mistaken. As I drove back to the apartment, I planned my next course of action. Thankfully, the apartment was empty when I returned, as I still wasn't ready to face their lying, treacherous selves. I went to the closest and quickly packed a suitcase, throwing in just the essentials and all my important files and documents. As I packed, I wondered just how long their affair had been going on under my nose. Was it a one time thing? Had they been together for a while now? There was no way of knowing. I thought about cancelling our booking for the luxury luxury cruise tour, but as I logged onto the website, I saw the option of changing the reservation. I quickly switched the booking from a couples trip to a singles trip, and decided that I was going to have the time of my life on that boat. I finished packing my suitcase and left the apartment, slamming the door shut on a very significant part of the past three years of my life. The cruise tour had been going on for a week now, and although it served as a welcome distraction, it did little to mask the pain that burned within me constantly. I had blocked both of their numbers shortly after I arrived, as the sight of their calls and messages was like adding salt to my injury, and I didn't want to hear anything they had to say anyway. The tour was going to end the next day, so the crew were hosting a huge party on the main deck tonight. I dressed up in my finest party clothes, eager to get drunk enough to forget all my problems tonight. When I arrived at the main deck, the party was in full swing. People were dancing, laughing, and having the time of their lives. I headed straight for the open bar and took a seat on one of the barstools, signalling to call the attention of the bartender. “Two shots, please. Extra strong.” I placed my order. He only raised an eyebrow, but went on preparing my drinks. In no time, they were placed before me and I threw them back in quick succession, enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it slid down my throat and settled warmly in my belly. I ordered another cocktail and went out to the dance floor, shaking my body to the beats of the music. I lost count of the number of drinks I had, wanting to bury all my pain and sorrows in the burn of the alcohol. The night wore on, and the party grew increasingly wilder. People got bolder in their actions. Dance moves became more and more risqué. Partners left to continue their activities in more private areas. I also started to feel hot as I watched the crowd get bolder. Why did I let myself stay hung up on the past? I had received quite a number of propositions on the cruise, but I couldn't bring myself to accept. But why was I even holding back? Before I could even finish processing my thoughts, a felt a pair of large hands wrap around my waist from behind, pulling me into a warm, hard body. A voice like crushed velvet then whispered into my ear, it's husky notes carrying an unsaid promise, “Well, hello there, beautiful.”