Your One and Only Downfall, Dear Ex-Husband

Chapter 5: The Confrontation

I was sitting in my room, brushing my hair in comfy clothes, trying to unwind after a long day, when Thomas burst in, his face red with anger.

"How could you, Maggie?" he shouted. "How could you humiliate Sarah like that in front of her friends?"

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his reaction. "You're kidding, right? She's sleeping with you, Thomas. I think I've been pretty gracious about the whole situation."

Thomas's face twisted in rage. "Gracious? You call throwing her under the bus gracious? You're a real piece of work, Maggie."

I sighed, putting down the brush. "I'm not the one who's been cheating, Thomas. And I'm not the one who's been lying to everyone around me."

Thomas took a step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you're so much better than me, don't you, Maggie? You think you're so perfect, with your fancy acting career and your rich friends."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a sense of déjà vu. "We've had this conversation before, Thomas. And I'm getting tired of it."

Thomas's face turned redder, and he took another step closer. "You're mine, Maggie," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You'll always be mine."

He grabbed me, pulling me into a rough kiss. I struggled, trying to push him away, but he held me tight. The kiss was brutal, a display of ownership and control.

When he finally released me, I was breathing hard, my lips bruised. "Get out," I whispered, my voice shaking with anger.

Thomas smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "You'll come back to me, Maggie. You always do."

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me feeling shaken and angry.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, before grabbing my phone and heading out of the house. I needed some fresh air, and a drink.

I ended up at a quiet café, sipping on a cup of espresso and trying to collect my thoughts. I was lost in thought, staring out the window, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Maggie, darling!" Palma exclaimed, waping over to me with her friends in tow.

I looked up, confused, wondering why she was being so nice to me. Yesterday, she'd slapped me at home, calling me a insulting me and trying to act high and mighty with her son. What was her game now?

"Palma, hi," I said, trying to smile.

Palma air-kissed me, her friends following suit. "Maggie, you look lovely today, dear. I love your hair like that."

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of unease. What was going on here?

Palma sat down next to me, her friends settling in around us. "You know, Maggie, I've been thinking. It's really too bad you're...you're having trouble, dear. You and Thomas would make such great parents."

I felt a surge of anger, but I kept my cool. "Thanks for the concern, Palma. But I'm sure Thomas will make a great father...eventually."

Palma's friends started whispering among themselves, their eyes darting towards me. I could hear snippets of their conversation - "infertile", "poor Thomas", "gold-digger".

Palma leaned in, her voice low and condescending. "You know, Maggie, maybe it's time you and Thomas considered other options. Adoption, perhaps? Or a surrogate?"

I stood up, my wine glass still in hand. "I think I've had enough of this conversation, Palma."

Palma's face twisted in a cruel smile. "Oh, Maggie, don't be like that. We're just trying to help."

I smiled back, my eyes cold. "I'm not interested in your help, Palma. And I'm not going to sit here and be insulted."

I turned and walked away, the café falling silent as I left. People were staring, and some were even taking videos. I could hear the whispers and gasps behind me, but I didn't care. I was done with Palma, and I was done with Thomas.

As I walked out of the café, I felt a sense of freedom. I was taking back control, and I was going to make sure that Palma and Thomas regretted ever crossing me.

I hadn't gotten quite far when someone pulled me into the alley by the side of the building. I looked up in time to lock gazes with the same guy from earlier this morning.

"You..." I tried to say, but he shushed me instantly.

"I hate the way they treat you. The way they make you feel like a piece of shit." He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "I don't know why you chose him," he whispered and stared at me before planting his lips on mine.

I instantly melted into his hands with a moan. His hands moved around my waist, pulling me closer till we were chest to chest. His hands slipped down to my hips, gripping it tighter as we moved deeper into the alley.

He pushed me against the wall, pulling back as we both panted.

"You need to stop this. I don't know who the f**k you are, and I'm not ready to do this with you."

His hands slipped into my joggers before I could say another one and he instantly found my c**t. I gasped as he began to rub slow circles around it. I clenched my legs around him, my eyes fluttering as they fought to close and enjoy the pleasure.

I felt my n*****s begin to ache and poke against my bra. His hands tugged off my pants in one fluid motion, and he stuck his fingers into it. I couldn't. I let out a loud moan.

"Oh my God!" I clenched tighter, I felt my thighs shake. He went even faster, his other hand going beneath my shirt to pull my boobs out of my bra. He began massaging my n*****s, and my eyes closed at the pleasure.

He was skillful, and knew what he was doing. My hands thrusted into his hair. If this wasn't Nirvana. He kept going. Adding a second and a third finger. I don't know when, but I came hard against his finger, shaking and gasping.

He kept going, groaning, his hand moving to his hard member, and he began to rub against it fervently as if chasing his release. He let out a guttural moan. The sound of his fingers going in and out of my core caused me to moan even louder.

I couldn't utter a word I was utterly out of breath, and when I came, I came hard. I was shaking and writhing in his arms. I think he cummed in his pants too, cause he paused and his eyes rolled back.

I collapsed against him, completely out of breath, and completely disheveled. He licked his fingers that were dripping with my wetness, and I shook in delight.

He kissed me one more time. Passionately and a lot more softer.

Who was this guy? And what was he doing to me?