The Infidelity
1430 Words
Janice
I was confused, waking up in some stranger's apartment. Nope scratched that, it's was a penthouse a luxurious one. A lot better than my penthouse.
Andrew Monroe, it was a nice name for such a handsome person. I could felt his intense stares at me, which made me blush.
Woah, girl! Prince charming syndrome much? just because he saves your ass once, doesn't mean he's going to be your ever after.
He explained everything and offered me if I would need anything, he even offered me a doctor. He looked like he truly cared about my well-being, hmmm...that was a first. After my grandparents and my mom passed away, I had never been in this much care and attention. My father just threw money at me and expected me to survive on my own, he was too busy building his empire. So when Steve asked me to marry me, dad was actually relieved, that I would have someone who would take care of me. He assured me to marry him. I didn't have to worry about anything, and he would keep on supporting me financially.
So here I was in a stranger's penthouse, after dumping my lying cheating w***e of a husband. I got blisters on my feet and a headache from too much crying. I couldn't remember how many times already Steve had been doing this to me. I know I would be yelled at, by Tiff and Fran once they knew about this. s**t! they would surely know about this tomorrow, as I was supposed to have dinner with them.
He offered me to stay the night, in the spare bedroom. He even gives me a change of clothes. And a glass of wine I asked him, to help me sleep. God, I must've looked, like a f*****g charity case by now. Though I was wearing my designer dress and heels, I doubted that my distress enhanced my thousands of dollar look that I was preparing for Steve.
Fuck!f**k!f**k!
I should have known by now. Once a cheater, always a cheater that was what Tiff and Fran always chanted me.
I started crying and sobbing. God! I f*****g hated this. I was done with Steve, I didn't even love him anymore. I was trying to again, but after tonight looked like I was the only one that has been trying all along. Damn! Why was I so gullible? I rocked my self hugging my knees, crying my eyes off.
Then there was a knock at the door. "Jan...you okay? I'm coming in okay." He was not waiting for an answer, he just came in my way, looking handsome with only his pajama pants hanging dangerously low, showing all his abs and happy trail. The tattoos decorate his chest, trough out his shoulder to his arm. His manly arms.
Suddenly I envy his pants. Wait for what?? Get yourself together woman! He's a total stranger. Well, not really his Andrew! Damn it!
Then Andrew sat himself on the bed and called me closer to him. I hesitated but I didn't know why, I suddenly buried myself in his embrace and cried some more. Crying because I felt so stupid, about my marriage.
"It's okay now Jan, just let it out. Do you want to talk about it? We're strangers...come on then spill, it's like talking to a therapist, without having to pay." He stroked my hair, his words making me laugh.
Then his eyes went darker. If I would say, it's like lust but nah...I didn't think so. I looked like s**t right now. Eyes all puffy wearing his oversize pajama. Definitely not lust because I was not feeling sexy, in this attire.
Then I started telling him, about me coming home and finding my cheating husband on our bed with some w***e, and how the marriage was over and I didn't want to get back to my apartment. He just listened to me and rocked me to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a crack on my face. I felt like, I had golf balls as my eyes. They were so heavy, from all the crying last night.
Shit! Why am I even crying for him?
I was getting mad right now. Mad for letting myself cry over that cheating bastard. I washed my face and decided to go to the kitchen, for some coffee. I needed to thank Andrew but I must go, he already did so much for me.
I was going to the kitchen when I hear moans, coming out of another room. s**t! Was he with someone? Why was I feeling jealous all of a sudden? Then I heard him "Jan...fuck Jan."
Seriously the same name really??
I was curious. What the hell! we're strangers anyway. I was taking a peek into the other room, a large bedroom with a bathroom door. I could see his naked back with ripples of muscles stretching, as one of his hand above his head spreads on the wall, and the other one stroking his shaft.
What the hell? His m**********g calling out my name? Damn!
I quickly ran back to the safety of the kitchen. Pretending to make coffee, or at least trying to. The image was too vivid and so sexy, so f*****g sexy!
Then I hear him behind me. I squirmed suddenly feeling the wetness between my thigh. "Morning Jan, how are you feeling this morning?"
Wet... So very wet oh! And horny...so very horny!
My inner voice shouts out.
I liked him calling me Jan, only my mom used to called me that. Andrew was looking sexy with his short chinos, and only a towel hanging on his shoulder, still trying to dry his hair. I could see his tattoos making him looked even sexier. Making me Hot!
Need a cold shower!
"I'm better thank you, want some coffee?" I looked into his eyes. He was smirking at me, raising an eyebrow like he was challenging me.
Shit! Did he see me peek just now?
I fidgeted my feet, I never felt this horny in my entire life.
"Right, I'm just going to take my coffee to my room and take a cold shower." I blurted out. Then I blushed, my face was so hot right now!! Then I heard his laughter behind me. Damn it! now he knew that I watched him masturbate, and calling my name.
"Jan, you know you can't stay in there forever? Not that I won't mind, but one might wonder what are you doing, taking so long in the shower." I heard him laugh.
God damn it! He was being obnoxious now. I ripped the door open. Already dressed in my night attire and heels, now standing in front of him. I challenged his stare. But he just grabbed my waist, and lead me to the kitchen, and asked me to have some breakfast that he already prepared.
Wow...he can cook?
Looking so proud of himself, as he announced. "My humble cooking for my princess this morning" he mocked me, but I was flattered anyway and grinned his way.
"So, what are you going to do this Sunday morning?" he asked while putting food into his mouth. His beautiful mouth, with a beautiful set of lips and pearly whites.
Fuck! I'm staring at him now.
"Well I'm going back to my place, get some important things, and probably go to a hotel before I find someplace and move out of my apartment. I already texted my lawyer and set an appointment for Monday." I didn't even know why I revealed to him my plans. But he felt so easy to talk to.
"I dreaded meeting my besties this evening tough, they would surely know about Steve. s**t! They already told me he's one of those bad boys, with trails of women behind them. And that he's no good for me before I marry him. But I didn't listen, so they will surely say I told you so..." He listened to me, and said that if my besties are truly besties, they would support me and not put blame on me. I sighed at that.
He went to his room and back covered in a denim shirt, on top of his existing chinos paired with white expensive sneakers. "So let me drop you to your place then, just in case you need a shield against your husband." He proudly tapped his chest, and I just laughed at his gesture.
"You should laugh more Jan, it sounds nice." He said smiling while walking me to the elevator.
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