Chapter 1
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Andrea has gone home after a tiring day at work, meetings upon meetings, conferences and so. She was exhausted and needed a break at least.
Her boyfriend or soon to be husband was aware she always comes in late. Bryan was supposed to be at his sister's house, so he told her in the morning.
She would quickly prepare dinner and head to bed.
She pulled up the driveway, by surprised to see his car, why was he home soon?
Kicking her shoes off, she paused on her track when she heard music playing loudly from a room upstairs.
“Honey I'm home!! “ She called out as she got into the house. Andrea moved in with her boyfriend two years ago.
Her stepmom and stepsisters trouble were getting too much for her until Bryan came into her life.
It was like a dream come true to her. They have disagreements, but it doesn't take time for them to come back together.
The longest break they've had with each other was a month, it was a hard time for both of them and a tough time too.
“Bryan? “ She called again when she didn't receive any response.
She tiptoed silently upstairs, to avoid being heard by whoever was upstairs. Maybe he was preparing a surprise date for her.
She chuckled at the thought. Bryan was always full of surprises.
“Honey, I'm home "
Her chuckle turned to a grimace when she heard something. She furrowed her brows, confused as she took brave steps forward towards the room.
The sound for louder and louder with each step she took.
Her heart shattered, putting her hands on her chest, probably holding her remaining hearts together.
She opened the door with force and the sounds stopped. She heard shuffling in the dark, when she turned on the light she gasped in shock.
The words she had planned to give to the slut suddenly vanished from her mouth. Her breath stopped. She was like a statue rooted to the ground.
Stella.
“How dare you, Stella? “ Andrea growled, Stella in return gave her a smug smile.
“I told you. I'll get whatever I can't want. “ Stella said slyly.
Andrea couldn't utter a word, she was just shaking her head and taking steps backwards.
She was disappointed at her fiancé. Of all people, Stella?
He knows the way Stella and her mom maltreated her, and he still went ahead to disgrace her.
“Andrea, I can explain, just please don't leave. We can talk about this” Bryan pleaded rather foolishly.
Andrea scoffed at the thought of getting back with this cheater.
She let out a humorous, dry laugh,
“What's there to explain? “ She asked rather coldly.
She could see them flinch at the tone of her voice.
“I can explain, I can explain everything. It's not what it looks like. “ He stuttered.
“There's nothing here to explain, and it's f**king what it looks like.” She spat. “Cheating on me with a slut of my step-sister is really real. “ The bitterness and pain held a larger part of her voice.
“Andrea darling, "Stella drawled, “Don't you have dishes to take care of or a laundry to do?”
Andrea couldn't reply her, so she ignored her with the fear of getting into her stepmom's trouble.
“You? Is that what you've been doing all along? The business trips, the conferences, your sister, were they all a lie? Why did you lead me on when you wanted her? Why, huh? “
Tears flowed freely now.
“Please, Andrea, just calm down. Let's talk about this” Bryan tried reasoning with her.
“I'm done with your sorry ass, Bryan, you can f**k her all you want. “
With that, she left the house, driving at full speed to a place she didn't know.
She finally decided to stop at a nearby nightclub.
She entered the nightclub that was filler with people. The dim lights and loud music, bodies grinding and groping on each other.
She ignored the stares and went straight to the bartender to get a drink. She settled with a few shots of tequila.
She could feel eyes boring holes at her back while she danced and swayed her hips in symphony to the music.
She continued dancing, relieving herself of the stress of heartbreak.
Heartbreak sucks.
She felt two hands around her waist and a harsh smell of alcohol. She took them off absentmindedly, she was a little tipsy.
“C'mon, let's have some fun. "
He was around 6"0 with black hair and an evil glint in his eyes.
“Get your hands off me, psycho! "
He grabbed her hips rather harshly.
“Please leave me alone. " Her voice becoming a whisper.
She had not bargained for this, she came to the club to relieve her of the stress and memories of Bryan.
“You look adorable baby doll, what are you doing here all by yourself? " The sexy hunk drawled.
She rolled her eyes.
“C'mon doll, we can have a good time. I can show you? " He winked knowingly at her.
Yuck! She screamed in her mind. Never in her wildest dream would she think of sleeping with this drunkard.
“Well I'm all good mister. I'll just get going.”
“I don't think so" With that, he dragged her roughly into, an empty suite in the bar.
Andrea was frightened and shaken. Her screams were not heard because of the loudspeakers.
He pushed her roughly on the bed, shoving her dress off her body, he roughly caressed her thigh and let out low grunts of satisfaction.
Nothing was pleasurable to Andrea, it was just more painful. He slipped his hands beneath her legs, her breath was cut in her throat.
She tried closing her legs, but he gave a disapproving sound. She was helpless, she was at his mercy.
He spread her legs wider, using his thumb to rub the tip of her p***y. She would rather not feel any excitement or pleasure, all she wanted was pain, but her body decided otherwise.
She let out moans of satisfaction against her will.
He chuckled.
He positioned her roughly and thrust his big c**k into her.
He pulled out of her and thrust harder, her nails went deep into his skin, she groaned in agony.
She yelled out as her legs began to shake. He grabbed her hands and put them above her head.
“Don't make me tie them to the bed," He warned her.
“Ah, please stop. I can't take it. “ Andrea screamed loudly at each thrust.
“You can and you will.” Those were his last words to her. He took her innocence and ruined her life.
Two ruins in a day, she sobbed harder into the bed.
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