2: New Year’s Threesome
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LILY-ROSE'S POV
I sat on that cold granite kitchen island with my legs spread and my heart hammering against my ribs. I had convinced myself that Jimmy's text meant he was coming home to ravage me.
My p***y was still throbbing from the video I'd made, and the thought of his hands finally touching me after months of neglect had me dripping.
I didn't have to wait long. I heard his tires screech in the driveway, and the front door slammed open with so much force it shook the walls. Jimmy stood in the kitchen doorway, his tie undone and his white dress shirt wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept, but his eyes weren't filled with lust. They were filled with a dark, boiling rage.
He didn't say a word at first. He just stared at me sitting there naked under my sundress with my legs open for him.
Then he let out a low growl that made the hair on my arms stand up.
"What the f**k is wrong with you, Lily-Rose?" he raved. His voice sounded like he was chewing on nails.
I froze. The heat in my body started to turn into ice. "Baby, you can't seriously be angry about the video I sent you," I said, feeling completely confused. I tried to play it off, thinking maybe he just wanted to do things rough for once. "I've been a lonely wife, Jimmy. Are you going to stay there looking angry, or are you going to come over here and f**k your wife?"
I reached down and pulled the hem of my dress all the way up to my waist, showing him everything. I wanted him to see how wet I was for him. He reached for his belt, and for a split second, I thought my plan worked. I thought he was going to strap me down right there on the counter. But then he ripped the belt off and threw it on the floor with a snarl.
He didn't come toward me. He turned around and stormed off toward the stairs.
"What the f**k is going on?" I whispered to the empty kitchen.
I jumped off the counter, grabbed his leather belt from the floor, and chased after him. My bare feet slapped against the tile as I followed him up the steps.
"Jimmy, I'm sorry. I sent that video because I missed you and I was horny—"
He spun around at the top of the landing so fast I almost tripped. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted in a way I had never seen before. "That's the thing, Lily. You're always so f*****g horny. You just need to get f****d all the time, and I'm sick of it."
The words left a sting in my heart.
"Are you sick of f*****g me, or are you just sick of me?"
"I'm sick of both!" he shouted, his voice echoing through our huge house. "I was giving a presentation to two of the wealthiest clients the firm has ever seen when you sent that disgusting email. I accidentally clicked on the link, and your porn video opened up on the big monitor right in front of them!"
My stomach dropped. "I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I didn't know you were in a meeting."
"No, you didn't. You never think. I was so shocked and frozen in place that the clients were fixed on the screen for two whole minutes while you were screaming and fingering yourself. Monica had to rush in and unplug the whole system just to make it stop," he explained, his lip curling in disgust. "Not only was I embarrassed that my wife would do something so trashy, but everyone at work had to see what I have to deal with at home. A fat b***h who doesn't even know how disgusting she has gotten."
I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. Tears started filling my eyes immediately. "Jimmy..."
"Do you ever stop to think why I've stopped f*****g you in the last few months? Look at you, Lily. You've gained way too much weight. Those disgusting stretch marks on your belly and your sides turn me the f**k off. The only thing you're good for anymore is raising our children and taking care of this house. From now on, we are only married on paper. I'm moving into the guest room."
"Are you... are you going to divorce me?" I choked out, the tears finally spilling down my cheeks.
He chuckled, a dark, heartless sound. "Of course not. I'm a lawyer, and you have four children for me. It's not worth the legal headache. Plus, look at you. You're fat with four kids. What other man would even want you? I'm actually doing you a favor by staying."
"I gave you four beautiful children!" I screamed at him, my voice cracking. "I know I've gained some weight, but you're acting like I'm obese!"
"You were 110 pounds when we met, Lily. Now you're 160. I'd say you're near obese," he spat.
"Our youngest is only four months old, you asshole. How could you be so heartless, saying all these things to me? I don't even know who you are anymore."
Jimmy had never been so disrespectful to me before.
He didn't even look back. He just shrugged out of his dress shirt, tossed it at my feet, and walked into the master bathroom. I heard the shower start a few seconds later.
I stood in our bedroom, shaking with rage and humiliation. I looked down at the shirt he had thrown at me. Out of habit, I leaned down to pick it up so I could put it in the laundry hamper.
That's when I saw it.
Right on the collar was a smear of bright pink lipstick, a shade I never wore. I pulled the fabric to my nose and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like my expensive perfume. It smelled like cheap, flowery cologne.
The bastard wasn't just working late. He was cheating on me. He was calling me fat and disgusting while he was out buried in someone else.
I felt a fire start to burn in my chest that had nothing to do with being horny. I looked at the bathroom door, where the steam was starting to roll out. He thought I was trapped. He thought no one else would want me.
I gripped his dirty shirt in my hands until my knuckles turned white. He wanted a marriage on paper? Fine. But he was about to find out exactly what a force to be reckoned with actually looked like when she was pissed off.
I walked into the bedroom and grabbed my phone. I didn't cry anymore. I opened the sent folder and looked at the video I had sent him. I looked at my body, my big breasts, my curves, the way I knew how to move.
Is Jimmy right? Am I disgusting? I began to doubt myself.
I heard the shower turn off. I didn't wait for him to come out. I went straight to the guest room and locked the door. I had a lot of phone calls to make, and the first one was going to be to a divorce lawyer who was even meaner than Jimmy.
But first, I needed to know who he was sleeping with.
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