Bound By The Royal Night

MEGAN. “You are… calling off the wedding?” I stared up at the man before me, aware that my heart was breaking. No scratch that……. Shattering. “I can't pretend anymore, Megan," John said, his voice strangely cold. Detached. Very much unlike the way he usually speaks to me. " This isn't working out. We…" he paused, gesturing between both of us. “Just aren't compatible.” “And you just came to that conclusion now, or when your limpy d**k was buried inside my best friend?” I spat. He had the decency to look embarrassed. "Don't make this situation any more difficult than it needs to be,” he sighed. I stared at him in bewilderment. " I shouldn't make this…… I shouldn't…." I cackled like a woman about to lose her mind as tears welled up in my eyes. “I came in here to find out why my fiancé hadn't bothered to show up to his own rehearsal dinner. I was worried sick! A million scary scenarios went through my head: maybe he had gotten into an accident, maybe he had gotten kidnapped.” My chest heaved rapidly like I had just completed a marathon. “It's just a few days to our wedding, and you do this!” “Stop acting like the victim here, Megan," a voice snorted. My gaze shifted to Vanessa, who was causally strolling out of the bathroom, a victorious smirk on her stupid face. Like she hadn't destroyed my world. “I'm just taking back what you stole from me. You knew I had my eyes on John, I was going to make my move on him, but you swooped in before I could with your pathetic self, but what you don't realize is that it takes a lot more than a good heart and expert qualities in the kitchen to keep a man.” She laughed like this was all a joke. My fists were tightly clenched. I wasn't a violent person, but right now all I could think about was ripping off the fake lashes from her eyes. “John said you were not exciting in bed. He had things he wanted to explore with you, but your fat ass couldn't take them, and so he came to me. The right choice. The one that fulfilled all of his s****l desires.” She didn't blink. Not even a twitch. Just confidently poured out those nonsense words from her cursed lips. "You b***h!” I marched forward, blinded by rage, but John spun me around to face him by my shoulders. “Don't you f*****g touch me, you animal!” I barked. "You f*****g disgust me!” I backed away from him, taking a few gulps of air. “Get out of my house, Megan! You are acting like a madwoman. It's over. Accept it! I want nothing to do with you!” I struck him on the face just as soon as he finished talking. Vanessa gasped. “What the hell is wrong with you!” " You are a piece of s**t John,“ I lifted a finger, pressing it against his chest. "Both of you deserve each other. I pray you rot in hell. And for the record, I am not the boring one in our s*x life. It's you! You are the one that is f*****g terrible in bed. I've had to fake all of my orgasms during our entire relationship.” " Shut up, Megan!” he yelled, his face red in what I hope was embarrassment. “No, you shut up," I shot back. I hope to never cross paths with you because I swear I have no idea what I will do.” Before I did something that would land me in jail or an asylum, I turned and exited the house, slamming the door with so much force that the house shook. ******** “I will have another one," I demanded at the bartender, pointing to my glass. My tone was slightly slurred. He shot me a pitiful glance. "Rough night?” he asked, refilling my glass. He had no idea. My life was over. I just caught the love of my life eating another woman's p***y. The same mouth he used to kiss me with. I shuddered in disgust. "None of your business," I rudely replied. “Didn't mean to intrude.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. "It's just, this is your fourth glass, and I'm a bit worried you've had enough.” “What are you, the alcohol police?” I sneered. " You don't know me, so why should you care about my alcohol intake? Besides, isn't it your job to serve customers? So stop with the chit-chat and focus on what you are being paid for.” Giving me a glare, he moved to attend to someone else. God, I was a mess. Being ill-mannered to people wasn't in my character. But John and Vanessa had destroyed me. How could he do this? No, how could they do this? Vanessa had been my best friend right from when we were in diapers. There wasn't a thing I didn't know about her, and vice versa. I never knew she could cut me so deeply. So much for friendship. Yes, I knew she liked John, but later on she told me that he was too reserved for her taste. Vanessa changed men like the weather; she never had the ability to settle for one. And then John asked me out. Initially, I had rejected his advances from the beginning, not wanting to hurt Vanessa, but she said she was cool with it. That she was over him. I should have known what resided in her heart, and what came out of her mouth wasn't the same thing. Stupid me. The ringing of my phone brought me out of my depressed thoughts. It had been constantly blowing up since the failed rehearsal dinner. This time around, it was my Mom, no doubt worried about my whereabouts. “Is this seat taken?” A deep, accented voice asked, causing shivers along my spine even in my drunken state. Slowly, I looked over, and my eyes connected with the most enchanting green eyes I had ever seen. “No," I found myself saying, my voice oddly breathless. He nodded and then sat on the chair beside mine, his cologne causing some sensations in my body. I must be really drunker than I thought. If just the scent of a man was getting me worked up. Except he wasn't just a man. He was a god; there was no doubt about that because he was certainly built like one. Exceptionally tall, I guess, something over six feet and don't get me on those muscles. Strongly defined features with lips that looked so soft and plump. Like they could kiss your problems away. My teeth sank into mine at the thought. He wore grey slacks that were expertly tailored and looked a thousand times higher than my paycheck. Paired it with the same color of shirt that was open at the chest, and before sitting down, I had caught a glimpse of chest hair. No, I was wrong. He wasn't just a god… he was a s*x god. “Miss, uh… You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there a problem? Do you have something you want to say to me?” "Please f**k me,” I breathed out. "What?" His eyes widened. Oh God.