Your One and Only Downfall, Dear Ex-Husband

Chapter 3: Bar and Crumbled Resolves

The moment my driver pulled up in front of the mansion, I knew something was wrong. Honestly, I didn't even need to walk through those doors, to know that something had probably happened or was happening.

The butler sent me a sympathetic glance as he pushed open the door for me to walk in. I hadn't even taken more than two steps, when a remote came flying at me and smacked me straight in the head.

"What the hell?" I whispered under my breath as I came face to face with my always fuming mother-in-law. I didn't even try to utter a word before a slap landed on my face.

"Who the hell do you think you are to try and ruin my son's life?! You're divorcing him already, so leave him be. Why do you always have to try and ruin anything."

For some reason, my heart jumped in my chest. Whenever faced with situations like this, I don't know why I just become paralyzed and stupid.

"Mother—"

"Shut up, I'm not your mother," she hissed cutting me off. My eyes looked up to spot Sarah standing next to Thomas also glaring at me. "How dare you treat Sarah the way you did? Imagine she lost the heir we'd all been waiting so long for?"

I felt goosebumps prickle on my skin. The temperature around me dropped for a few seconds, before I focused on Sarah's eyes. Pregnant. She was pregnant. For my soon to be ex-husband.

Isn't that hilarious? I tried to speak, but instead a choked up sound came out of me. And another, and soon I was laughing. I couldn't process. The man I'd loved for ten years since college, had gotten my best friend since freshman year of highschool, pregnant.

They all looked at me confused and Palma, my mother-in-law stepped back. "I told you she was crazy, mum. I always did, didn't I?"

"Crazy?" I sighed wiping the tears from my eyes as I tried to keep in my laugh. "I don't get you, Thomas. Sometimes you beg, other times you shout and now, I'm crazy? Well, if I'm crazy, Thomas," I whispered moving closer to him, causing him to stagger back. "Then you're the cause." I turned to my mother-in-law who looked ready to regret her actions. "And if you lay your hands on me again, I'll make sure you regret it."

I didn't even bother heading up the stairs. I turned around the way I came in, and left the house. Luckily, my driver was conversing with the butler so he was still by the entrance. The moment he saw my livid expression, he rushed to open the door.

I leaned my head against the window as I stared at the night sky. Every night, a new type of drama. A new type of story and hatred. I didn't know when the tears began to fall, and I didn't know how long I cried. But my driver, Phil, knowing this routine all too well, just drove at a random.

By the time I was done crying, I ordered him to take me to my favourite club. It wasn't where you should see the likes of me, but when things happen that aren't appealing, you have to cool off the steam.

As I walked in, I immediately got bombarded by the loud noise. Sweaty people got shoved from side to side as they tried to dance or maybe just move around. I headed over to the bar, and ordered the strongest alcohol they had. I had never done that. I mostly came with Lily and Elina back then, and they did, so tonight, I decided to try it.

I took six rounds before my head began to spin. I had a low tolerance for alcohol and I couldn't withstand the pressure and toll on my body. I sighed leaning my head against the bar table as I waited for it to calm.

"Hey," someone muttered in a light whisper. Deep voice, strong baritone and a light British accent. "You okay? You don't seem too good," I looked up to see the mystery man pouring a glass of him drink for himself and water for me.

He pushed it over to me, but I pushed it back. "I'll have whatever you're having."

He scoffed, "You can't handle it. You look like you're about to f*****g die. And you could, if you actually drink some more."

"What are you? My mum? Or my doctor? Pour me a f*****g glass," I bit back and he stayed quiet for a moment before muttering something under his breath as he did what I asked.

I chugged the glass in two gulps and asked for another one. "So, wanna tell me what a pretty lady like you is doing out alone at this time? Drunk?" He asked as he slid the glass over to me. I could have sworn I knew him from somewhere. But with my mind right now, I couldn't really decipher.

"There's a lot of things turned one."

He exhaled, "Okay? Start from anywhere."

And is if I got remote controlled I began speaking. I told him about Thomas without using his name of course and told him about our crumbling marriage. Our divorce and how I caught him cheating on me, and how I'm going back to a job I once resigned from.

I also told him of what my mother-in-law did today. For some reason, he was livid, but he didn't show it much.

"You deserve way better," he said through gritted teeth.

I scoffed, "You wish. This has been my life, and yes, I'm not going to let that govern my future, but wounds are wounds."

He sighed and leaned closer brushing a strand of hair from my face. And for some reason, that a sent a shiver through my body. All the way from my cheek down to my boobs and to my core.

What the hell is happening?

"And I can give you what you deserve?" He slowly whispered. His voice was low, but thick with desire and something else I couldn't quite place my hands on. He leaned closer, planting a kiss in my palm, and his scent wafted through my nose. He smelled like wood and mint and something that comes from a rainy day with a mix of Tom Ford.

I pulled my hand away. "I'm married, and this is inappropriate."

"He literally cheated on you," he murmured standing up to walk over to me. I shifted uncomfortably as he rested his lips in the crook if my neck from behind.

He began to pepper small kisses. I knew I should have stood up. Punched him. Walked away or stand my ground, but I hadn't been intimate for more than a year. Except for self-pleasures, I'd been deprived of fully being with any man.

And him? He was about to give me something I've been craving for. He continued the kisses. Trailing his fingers towards my chest in a slow motion. I craned my neck a little more to give him access, as a low moan left my lips.

I tried to push him off and gain a little both of restraint, but I guess I shouldn't have chugged down all that alcohol, cause my limbs were as limp as a potato sack.

"You should stop," I whispered in a breathy moan.

"Oh should I?" He asked and squeezed my n*****s. Oh God. I'd never experienced anything like it. Not once. Not even with Thomas or any other ex I'd had. He was new. It was like he knew his way with my body.

His hands slowly traced the lines of my t**s as he massaged it, causing my neck to tilt backward at the surge of pleasure that rushed to my core.

He spun my chair around, and his lips found their way to mine. It was magical. Soft, sensational and everything I'd wanted from Thomas. And then it got rough. Heated. He picked me up, my legs coming to wrap around his waist as he carried me out of there.

I pulled back to stare at him as we walked into a room. He locked the door and dropped me on the bed. I bounced a little suddenly finding myself in the middle of it. He took of his shirt and trouser, remaining only in boxers, as his hands ran lines around the insides of my thighs.

I gasped as his hands cupped my core through my pants. He began rubbing his fingers in slow motions around my c**t, and I shook with a gasp.

"f**k," he whispered tugging down my panties. He sucked in a breath and I squirmed under his hot gaze. His finger slowly found their way into my core and I gasped. He moved it slowly, allowing me to adapt as I tried to contain my moans.

He added a second finger and I winced in ecstasy. My n*****s were aching from the pleasure, as his other hand darted to massage one of my n*****s.

He pulled back and began to go faster. The bed moved with each insertion. The moans I'd been trying to keep in flew out without warning. My eyes watered from the pleasure.

"Oh f**k," I whispered gripping the sheets hard. He took his time. Working through me. Twisting, palming. And I couldn't get enough. I raised my hips higher trying to chase a release and when I did, I couldn't stop shaking.

"Oh God..." I tried to breathe out before his lips latched on to my core. I gasped, my body lifting off the bed.

The sound of him eating me out filled the air and I gasped even loader. "f*****g hell. Faster. Go on..."

Knots began to form and twist in my belly. His licking became faster and intense and I moaned out loud without a care in the world. He blew air into me, and I completely shattered against him.

He lifted me up slowly to take off my dress. He wasn't in a hurry and when he was done, his finger began massaging my n*****s, while his mouth sucked on the other one.

"Oh God..." I muttered. Moans slipping out of my mouth as quick as they came. He pulled his boxers down and boy was it mighty.

"Calm down." He whispered assuringly, and slowly slid it in. He went slowly and finally it all went in.

I was full. Way bigger than Thomas. But when he moved, I couldn't. My mouth hung open trying to make a sound. He grabbed my n****e with one hand as he harshly moved inside of me. His c**k slapping against my wet core.

"I might need you to scream for me, baby." I moaned in return at his words as he picked up the pace. Knots formed in my stomach and I couldn't breathe. He was really good.

His other hand moved to my c**t working it. Rubbing with a feverncy I'd never experienced. I felt it coming, and it came at once. I shook and gasped screaming like my life depended on it. He kept going and I felt more knots. Even more than before. My boobs bounced against my chest, and my n*****s ached for attention. I cried out, tears springing to my eyes, as I orgasmed two more times. He wasn't done. He went faster, fingering me also.

I hadn't been f****d like this in a while and so I got sore very easily. He kept going, and I could feel him getting tense. I winced as his member kept hitting that all time G-spot.

"I'm close..." I breathed and he picked up. He didn't stop. My legs shook. My whole body vibrated. And then it happened. I felt liquid squirt out of me. And the most exciting thing, he twitched and full on blasted inside me. I screamed and moaned as he rod out both our orgasms.