My Forbidden Obsession

Chapter two

The harsh rays of the sun danced steadily on her eyelids, forcing Charlotte back to reality with a sting. She blinked both eyes severally before her gaze focused on the holes and scratches on the transparent curtain by the windows, through which the sun's rays penetrated.

The horns of impatient drivers and the usual bustle below the flat she stayed in, that came with a typical Friday all contributed immensely to ruining her sleep. She cussed softly and heaved herself up till her back rested uncomfortably on the arm rest of the couch, her hands groped about for her phone and closed in on the cold and aluminum surface of her phone. Her heavy eyes peered inquiringly as the screen lit up and on seeing the time, she let out a soft gasp. It was eleven minutes past ten a.m. and she was late for work.

But then a thought struck her. It was her day off.

Charlotte heaved a relaxing sigh and headed back to the bedroom. Jayden was long gone to work and she was left all alone at home.

Charlotte spent the next few hours cleaning and arranging the house and when she was done, she prepared lunch and packed up a lunchbox for Jayden. Since she was free today, she might as well spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend at his workplace.

She slid into a pair of black doc martens, with matching black denim jeans and a gray tank top. Stepping onto the sidewalk, Charlotte hailed a taxi and headed to Titan Trucker where her boyfriend worked.

The taxi screeched to a halt in front of the truck shop and Charlotte stepped out. Nestled at the crossroads, the truck shop's entrance beckoned with an air of industrial allure. The scent of diesel lingered in the air, mingling with the hum of engines and the chatter of mechanics.

Charlotte strolled into the shop and greeted the few familiar faces of Jayden's coworkers.

“Hey Charlie,” Brian called out. He was a lanky redhead with large eyes and literally Charlotte's favorite of all Jayden's coworkers.

“Hey, B. Where's Jayden?” Charlotte asked.

“I think he stepped out for a smoke,” Brian replied. “You got something for me?”

Charlotte felt a bit disappointed. “It's for Jayden,” she said, forcing a smile. “I'll just leave this on his desk then.”

Without another word, Charlotte took short languid steps towards Jayden's office. She could hear faint animated sounds emanating from the office.

Her whole body trembled as she turned the doorknob and opened the door. Charlotte wasn't mentally prepared for what she saw next. Her dear boyfriend whom she loved so much was right on top of another woman, slamming his bulge into her core, while his balls slapped hard against her asscheek. The girl's face, which was ravished with deep-seated lust pressed against the office wall as Jayden pounded hard into her.

Charlotte stood transfixed as the tears spilled from the corners of her eyes effortlessly. The duo were so lost in the frenzy of their erotic act that they didn't notice her presence.

“Jay…Jayden," Charlotte stammered breathlessly.

Jayden swiftly turned in Charlotte's direction and color drained from his face instantly. He quickly pulled away from the girl and ran his hand through his hair. "Babe…umm. What…what are you doing here?"

Charlotte's eyes widened at the audacity. "Seriously? Jayden! You're asking me what I'm doing in your office?" She choked on her words as tears flowed down her face. "Today's our two-year anniversary and you're here screwing another woman—”

Charlotte's hands trembled vigorously as she took two steps backwards, neglecting the lunchbox that has now slipped from her hands and crashed against the floor.

“Babe… babe, please let me explain—” Jayden stuttered as he pulled his briefs over his bulge. But Charlotte wasn't buying any of his excuses. She made a run for the door and dashed out of the truck shop.

*****

“I’ve always known that Jayden was a playboy,” Jessica huffed, pacing around her small studio apartment.

Charlotte sniffled at intervals as she wiped off the torrent of tears that cascaded down her face.

“I can't believe that Jayden would do such a thing to me. I did everything I could just to please him. I even moved in with him just like he wanted—” Charlotte's voice trailed off as she broke down in tears.

“Girl, stop crying. Jayden is such an asshole and he sure doesn't deserve you. It's his loss, anyway,” Jessica consoled her friend and pulled her into a comforting hug.

Charlotte shook vigorously as she cried out her heart. She had made a lot of sacrifices for Jayden. She had changed a lot because of him. She had let go of some good friends, connections and relationships just to be with Jayden. Sometimes, she feels like she took on an entirely different personality just so she could satisfy her insatiable boyfriend. Sorry, ex-boyfriend, Jayden.

The two friends sat in silence as Jessica mildly patted Charlotte on the back.

“You know what, Charlie?” Jessica spoke up after a long hour of silence. Her eyes were gleaming with mischief and Charlotte knew that Jessica had a sinister plan up her sleeve.

“No, Jess. We are not crashing anybody's house,” Charlotte protested. The last time she took advice from Jessica after a breakup, they ended up crashing her ex's house, and it took two days to bail both friends from the police station.

“Nah, we are not crashing Jayden's house,” Jessica snorted with laughter. “Although I'm tempted to do that, Jayden isn't worth it.”

“So what do you suggest I do?” Charlotte peered into her friend's face.

“A club,” Jessica whispered.

Charlotte was taken aback by her friend's suggestion. She knew a thousand ways to get over a breakup, but going to a club wasn't one of ‘those ways'.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes,” Jessica shrieked excitedly. “You can get drunk, meet new people and maybe fall in love again.”

“Fall in love?” Charlotte furrowed her brows. “I doubt if I'll ever get a shot at true love again.”

“Well, there's just one way to know,” Jessica gushed as she pulled Charlotte to a standing posture. “Get dressed, let's forget about Jayden. At least for tonight.”

After a few minutes of persuasion, Charlotte accepted and got dressed in a sleek, black cocktail dress whose neckline gave off a subtle invitation.

As Charlotte and Jessica entered the dimly lit club, the pulsing beat of the music and the flashing lights assaulted their senses. Charlotte's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face, but she didn't see anyone. She shrugged off the disappointment and turned her attention to having fun with her friend.

They made their way to the bar and ordered a round of tequila shots, laughing and joking as they clinked glasses.

“Charlie, I want to use the restroom. I'll be right back,” Jessica shouted, her voice barely audible over the loud blaring music.

Charlotte nodded absent-mindedly. She was beginning to feel tipsy and almost immediately she turned on her seat to take a glance around the club, her face crashed into a stiff and solid form. “f**k!” She cussed as she raised her head to behold the most beautiful set of emerald green eyes staring back at her.

Some people are beautiful, and some are hot, but then there’s something about this stranger's body that is the personification of masculine perfection. He had rich brown chocolate hair that strayed to his perfectly sculptured face.

He was built like a Greek god and has an aura like a king waltzing to his throne.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice rang like melody.

“No.. uhmm… yeah. Sorry for crashing into you like that,” Charlotte apologized breathlessly.

“It's fine,” the stranger winked at Charlotte, making the butterflies in her stomach go into overdrive.

“The place is crowded, so it's normal to crash into one or two hotties,” his eyes scanned the mildly crowded club and Charlotte followed his gaze. She could see Jessica in a corner, dancing and grinding her ass against the groin of a stranger.

“I'll have a glass of whiskey and lime, please,” the stranger smiled at the bartender as he took a seat beside Charlotte. “What about you?”

“Uh… huh?” Charlotte stammered as she recovered from the hypnosis of the stranger's presence.

“What would you like?” He repeated, tilting his head to the side with a cocky smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Uhhh… I'll have a vodka seltzer water with lime, please,” Charlotte mumbled. She was beginning to feel a degree of tipsiness and the presence of this stranger was like a black hole, sucking up every ounce of her breath.

“But before the drinks arrive, I'd like to have you first,” Charlotte added with a glint of mischief in the depth of her eyes.

She needed to get the thoughts about Jayden out of her head and the solution to that problem was sitting right beside her.

“Wow, that's a bold move,” the stranger smirked, biting down on his lower lip. “What's your name?”

“Does formality matter when having a one-night stand with a hottie?” Charlotte retorted.

In one swift motion, the stranger closed the distance between them. His emerald eyes twinkled with mischief and pure trouble. His hot breath kissed the side of Charlotte's cheek as he hikes up her chin and leans down to speak so close to her face that she taste the words instead of hearing them.

“You're hot, and I can't seem to resist your offer,” his voice was deep.

“Then don't resist it,” Charlotte challenged as she stared into the depth of his sparkling green eyes.

It happened so fast that the duo found themselves in one of the empty rooms at the backstage of the club. They were lost in the nuclear current of lips and tongue and teeth, starving for each other. His mouth tasted like bourbon and he kissed Charlotte with long, powerful strokes of his tongues that sent butterflies straight into her stomach.

Charlotte was practically levitating, trying to keep up with the ravenous moment of his mouth against hers. He grunts low and gravelly into her mouth as his other hand finds her lower back and molds her against his tall frame. The same hand creeps lower, squeezing Charlotte's ass hard and making her yelp into his mouth as he lifts her.

Without a word, he lifted her clothes up and plunged himself inside her, and it’s like heaven. Her moans and the sight of her soft hips in his hands was enough to tip him over the edge. After a while of pumping in and out of her, Charlotte came with a sharp muffled cry, and as if on cue, the stranger pulled out of her core and spilled his seed on the walls of the room.

Charlotte knew that this was it. The wholesome, mind-blowing s*x she craved for.

It was like a dream come true. It felt like ruin and salvation all in one.

“Damn, that was heavenly,” he let out a guttural moan.

Catching her breath, Charlotte slid her panties up her waist and tugged down her gown to it's original state. With the back of her palm, she wiped off the beaded sweat on her forehead and began to walk towards the door.

Immediately her wet palm enclosed the steel doorknob, the deep masculine voice made her freeze in her track.

“You've not told me your name.” His voice was low and seductive.

Charlotte took in a long drag of air into her lungs and rolled her eyes.

“I’m Hillary,” he chipped in almost impatiently.

Charlotte turned the doorknob and the door swung open.

“Charlotte.”

And she slammed the door shut.