ACCIDENT
1378 Words
ELLA'S POV
Alpha Nickson broke into an eerie laugh.
He laughed so hard, a tear drop escaped his eyelids.
I just stood there, red faced, my cheeks fused red from embarrassment as I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
“That has to be the funniest Christmas joke ever. Please be serious, I don't have all day," He said between chuckles but came to an abrupt halt when he noticed the frown etched on my face.
His face turned serious.
“You aren't joking?" He asked and I nodded shamefully.
My heart threatened to leap out of my chest.
“No, no way," He quickly refused, his tone hinting at condescension. “I am not cheating on my mate, and that is final."
His voice rose with each passing word.
His eyes filled with disgust.
His words were like cold water to my spine, they practically brought me back to my senses.
“Hear me out, would you?" I explained, my tone laced with desperation. “I understand that you love Anastasia, but does she love you? Why do you have to be the faithful one when she clearly doesn't feel the same for you?"
Nickson shook his head disapprovingly as he took a seat on the edge of his bed.
“That's not true, she's just confused about her feelings. And even if she doesn't, I refuse to sleep with you. I barely know you," He quietly declined.
I let out a small defeated sigh, and ducked before him before speaking.
“Look, I am not asking you to marry me," I said, gently lifting his chin so our eyes meet. “It's just s*x, it has nothing to do with emotions."
He went silent, his expression was one of great thought. He was probably weighing his options.
His silence was like a ticking time bomb on my heart strings. It was obvious what his answer was going to be, he cared for her too much to want revenge.
Why are the cheating ones always the lucky ones?
Why should she be the only one allowed to hurt someone and walk away smiling?
If the moon goddess won’t punish her, I will.
My palms began sweating, and without thinking I spat my final line. “We don't have to go all the way. We just have to do it long enough for her to see."
A knot tied in my stomach as I made a silent prayer.
If he refused me now, I would lose twice—my revenge and my pride.
He turned to me, his gaze intensified on my face. “Go on."
I licked my lips before continuing.
“All you have to do is call Anastasia over here, and during that time, we could just make out. Let her feel the pain of being betrayed as well."
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
He nodded in understanding.
“You're right," he voiced as though realizing something. “Unless she has a taste of her own medicine, she would never learn."
I let out a breath of relief.
Finally, this love sick puppy was showing some back bone.
“So??? Go on, call her," I urged.
He didn't argue.
He just gave a small nod, grabbed his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.
He put the call on hands-free.
It rang for a bit before Anastasia's voice cut through the phone.
“Hi baby. Where are you?" her voice boomed from the other side, filled with fake sincerity.
“Come to my room. I have a surprise for you," Nickson commanded, his tone absolute.
His sparkling eyes never leaving my face.
“Sure baby. I'm on my way," Anastasia agreed, her tone sickeningly sweet.
Nickson didn't utter another word, he just hung up, and turned to me.
His lustful gaze sweeping over me.
“What are you waiting for? Strip."
I blinked twice.
“What?" I asked, nervously squeezing on the edge of my fabric.
Why is he suddenly interested in me? Did something change?
His raised a brow.
“You didn't come here to decorate my room, did you?" he asked, as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “Take of your clothes. Let's get to work."
I let out a nervous chuckle.
A cold sweat breaking on my forehead.
“Oh that," I said, nervously scratching the back my neck.
I turned away, grabbed my zipper and began unzipping.
My dress tumbled to the floor, exposing my silk pantie and bra.
I turned and the sight before me made me freeze.
My breath hitched.
Nickson was seated on the bed, in nothing but his boxers.
He has large muscles, a firm crest, nice abs, perfect body.
His eyes fell on me, and his Adam's apple bobbed
His eyes scanned over me, taking in every inch.
I felt naked in that instant, like he could see my very soul.
Nickson's lips broke into a small smirk, he raised his hand— gesturing for me to move closer.
I nodded, gulped down saliva and walked towards him.
I took a seat next to him on the bed.
Our arms touched and a stream of electricity ran through me.
Neither of us moved away.
I glanced up at Nickson and he eyes were peeled on me.
“What now?" I asked, unsure of the next course of action.
He didn't say a word, he just leaned down—His breath brushed my lips before he kissed me.
For half a second, he hesitated—like he was giving himself one last chance to stop.
Then he didn’t.
His kiss was rough— full of hunger, like a starved animal.
His lips— sweet like cherries, and soft like an orange. I couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
Before I knew it I was pinned under him.
His lips still pressed firmly against mine.
His hands drifted to my back, unhooking my bra in one swift motion.
He pulled off my bra, throwing it to the floor with a clatter.
“Damn, I like," he groaned, burying his face in my bosom, interchanging between kissing, sucking and biting.
I didn't push him away, instead I wrapped my arms around him, urging him on.
I closed my eyes, letting out small moans, as I focused on the sensation of his lips on my skin.
I had longed for this moment since the day I first laid eyes on him and now it's coming with revenge.
His lips drifted from my chest down to my stomach.
His warm arms slipped under my pantie, he was just about to yank it off when the door clicked open.
Anastasia stepped in, a broad smile plastered on her face as she screamed the words. “I'm here..."
The words died in her throat as she took in the sight of our intertwined bodies.
“What is going on here?" she asked her eyes widening in shock.
Nickson turned to her, a sly smile creeping to lips as her hopped off me.
“What does it look like?" he voiced, his tone mocking. “We are having fun. Want to join?"
Anastasia stood frozen, her left eye switching as she glared at me.
I didn't panic, didn't move.
I just leaned back, flashing a victorious smirk in her direction.
The pain in her eyes was evident, finally she knew the pain that came with being betrayed.
Anastasia clenched her teeth so tight I could almost hear the sound of teeth breaking.
Her eyes red with fury.
Then all of a sudden a loud thud echoed across the room.
It took a few minutes to comprehend that Anastasia had slapped Nickson.
Next thing I knew, she grabbed a nearby vase, hurling it at my forehead.
I didn't have time to reach and it landed squarely on my forehead.
The impact of the vase was strong, it practically threw me off the bed.
My head felt heavy— it hurt.
I clattered to the floor— warm liquid trickling down my forehead.
I impulsively raised my hand to my heart, only to see a gush of my own blood.
Revenge had tasted sweet… until it tasted like iron.
‘How am I going to explain a head injury to my family later?'
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