Loving Bellamy

"There's no heroes or villains in this place, just shadows that dance in my headspace, leaving nothing but phantoms in their wake" Neoni Chapter Theme Song: "Darkside" by Neoni 「HERO」 “f**k, f**k, f**k. Right there baby, right there! f**k, you feel so good, right there, yes BABY. I’m gonna c*m, I’m gonna cuuuuum.” I stand silently in the shadow of the darkened entrance of my bedroom door, watching the woman I love, her ankles crossed behind another man's neck, his d**k deep inside her, rutting her like an animal. In my now failed attempt to surprise my fiancé, Andrea Milano, I quickly wrapped up the last of my meetings in London, thinking I'd surprise her by coming home days before she was expecting me, I'd rushed my trip. Typically, these trips could take longer - especially since The Alvarez Groups main office is in London, I would usually stay on longer, to handle the things I couldn't at our Oxford location - but I'd managed to wrap up everything 6 days early and was rushing back to Andrea, only to come home and deal with this s**t. The second I opened the front door, I had to pause and check the house number, making sure I was at the right house. The moaning and wailing sounded even worse after confirming that I was in fact at the right house. Closing the door, I stood in the foyer, my mind struggling to come to terms with what was clearly happening, as I listened to my fiancés unintelligible moans along with the rhythmic smacking of skin, resounding throughout the entire house. Heading deeper into the house, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, listening to what was clearly my fiancé f*****g someone who wasn't me. In the house I bought for us. In the bed we share. While I was away on business. Weeks away from getting married. Finally, pushing myself, I made my way up the stairs, quietly walking down the hall to the master bedroom. The door was wide open, moonlight casting long shadows along the hallway walls, that seemed to mock me as I stopped outside the door. The curtains on the windows were all wide open, clothes scattered all over the place - like they had barely made it to the bedroom before they started undressing. The blanket was tossed in a heap on the floor, while the moon's hazy light illuminated two figures grinding and groaning at the edge of the bed, their backs to me. With morbid curiosity, I watched as the man pumps for all he's worth in and out of Andrea, burrying himself deep in her p***y, while her long-drawn-out moans echoed in the spacious room, meeting the man thrust for thrust. Did she always sound so f*****g annoying when I was f*****g her? Completely disgusted by the sounds coming out of her, I watch with some interest, a little boredom, and a lot of disgust, as the couple violate my bed. “Tell me, does he f**k you this good Nenita? Do you beg him to f**k you just like this?” The man rasps as he picks up his pace, slamming into Andrea with a loud groan. For some reason, the voice, while low and not quite distinguishable, sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it. “No, never baby; only you, you're so f*****g good for me! Only you! f**k keep going baby, I’m almost there!” Andrea chokes out as she tilts her hips up. The sound of his balls slapping her ass, increases in tempo. He's grunting and groaning, rolling his hips and pushing her legs farther apart. Together, with the sound of wet skin slapping together, their disgusting noises echo like a cacophony of unholy instruments. Feeling detached from it all, I stand quietly, observing the scene before me, wondering where it all went wrong... Andrea and I grew up together, we'd always been friends. I'd loved her since I was a teenager, even though she never felt the same. At least, until 3 years ago. The dynamic changed between us after I returned home from college. Before long, we were dating. I'd proposed on her birthday 8 months ago, willing to make that jump because of my love for her. Now it all felt like a f*****g joke. I felt like a f*****g joke. Reaching into my coat pocket, I grabbed my pack of cigarettes, pulling one out, before sliding the pack back into my pocket. Andrea is currently on her back, thighs pinned down to the mattress, p***y on full display, as the man slips out of her, his d**k dripping as he lays her out, before mounting her. He brings her legs over his hips, positioning himself, before he slides his c**k back in, her p***y squelching loudly each time he enters her, slowly ramping up his thrusts until he is pounding away on her p***y. I check my watch. 14 minutes had passed since I arrived at the house, and yet, they still hadn’t noticed my presence at all, too engrossed in each other. Shaking my head, I put the cigarette in my mouth, pulling my coat sleeve back down. “f*****g take my c**k, Nenita. I’m gonna fill you up and watch your p***y drip with my c*m all f*****g night. If you aren’t already pregnant after this week, you will be after tonight.” The man says, panting as his thrusts get more erratic, the sound of their skin slapping together almost as loud as their moaning. I’m almost impressed. “f**k Baby, c*m in me! Fill me up!” Andrea moans out. I chuckle softly under my breath. I'd never realized how truly nasty Andrea was as I watch her beg for another man's c*m, clearly chasing after her own orgasm. Spurred on by her words, the man's thrusts get even faster and Andrea is starting to keen like a cat in heat. “Yes baby, just like that, just like that baby! f**k I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M f*****g CUUUUUUUUUUMMING!” Andrea writhes under the man as she lets out a long shrill wail, just as she starts squirting. I can see how it streams from her cunt, his d**k thrusting in and out of her, her c*m dripping down his thighs and onto my f*****g sheets. Damn, those sheets were almost $10,000! They would f*****g ruin my Vispring! There’s no saving that mattress either. I watch despondently as Andrea continues to squirt. I shake my head in disgust and grab my lighter from my pocket just as the man throws his head back and moans almost as loudly as Andrea, stilling above her, his d**k visibly twitching inside her, all while holding her still as he fills her with his disgusting seed. They stay like that for a few minutes, a mess of tangled sweaty body parts. "f**k Drea!" the male pants against Andrea's shoulder. With his d**k no longer twitching, he leans down and kisses Andrea aggressively, easing out of her, leaking c*m all over Andrea’s thighs and onto the sheets. Definitely no saving that mattress. “Nenita, you are so good for me. Look at the mess we made, look at the way you are dripping with my c*m. You will be pregnant with my baby if you aren't already. I'm ready for Hero to find out about us. He doesn’t deserve you, and I don't want him to claim my child as his.” The man growls as he plants soft kisses on Andrea's chest and neck, as she runs her hands through his hair. “No Dante," I freeze, when I hear Andrea call out to the man. "We’ve talked about this! With his position in the Alvarez Group and his own group of companies, I need Hero to marry me. The wife of the Head of the Alvarez group is guaranteed 10% in shares once she marries into the family! Not only that, Hero has his own group of companies! Imagine the amount of money I could get from him in a divorce settlement." Andrea says excitedly. "If we can get those shares, I then have a say in the company affairs, being one of the largest shareholders. Between me, your dad and my Grandpa Jasper's shares, we will have the power to kick Hero out of the Alvarez Group, take back the company, and when I divorce him, I can get half his assets, which would include his Company! So please be patient, my love. Without those shares we can only continue to see each other in secret." She sighs wistfully, stroking her c*m-covered p***y with her fingers before she smears it across Dante’s lips. “I love you, and I will happily have your baby, but we can't do anything until after Hero and I are married. I will not leave Hero until I can walk away with something to show, for putting up with him for the last 3 years. Also, my grandfather would disown me if he found out we ruined this opportunity by acting rashly. The risk isn't worth it. I love you Dante, there is no one but you, so please accept that this is how things have to be for a little while longer.” Andrea says gently as she strokes his face. Dante goes to say something else, but she quickly pulls his head down and starts kissing him feverishly. Ignoring the couple currently making out on the bed, I focused on my breathing, as the air around me seemed to thin out and crackle, unrestrained rage burning through me. If Andrea had to cheat on me, she could have cheated with anyone else, and I'd have let her walk away unscathed for the most part. Maybe.... Choosing to cheat on me with Dante Jimenez, My half-brother, the greedy f*****g bastard whose mother destroyed my family.... only ensures she won't be walking away from this betrayal unscathed. I would destroy her along with her grandfather. I'd always refrained from dealing with my father, Dante and his mother, Miranda, but after tonight. That would no longer be the case. I slowly back away from the door as I stare off into space, trying to stop myself from walking into the bedroom and making my presence known. I wouldn't let them off that easily. Confronting them now would mean losing out on an opportunity to completely destroy them, and I was nothing but thorough. Now was not the time to reveal my hand. I wanted to say I was shocked, that family would never do this to each other. But this was par for the course when it came to Dante. If I had it, he wanted it. It has always been like this, since he came into my family home with his homewrecking mother, 16 years ago, to claim my father and all that belonged to him. No, Dante's actions made sense. What didn't make sense was Andrea's betrayal. But there was no point thinking too deeply about it at this point. Any lingering feelings for her disappeared when I realized who she was f*****g, and knowing what she was truly after, being with me. Over 20 years of friendship now gone, 3 years of being in a relationship, 8 of those months engaged, and she still chose my half brother to f**k me over with, of all f*****g people. This was a lesson learned, and I wouldn't make the same mistake again. "Only a few short weeks, my love, and then, we will take back your birth right and be together forever." Andrea's whispers against Dante's lips. Shaking my head, having heard enough, I head down the hall, thoroughly disgusted and over the whole situation. Lost in thought as I calmly walk down the stairs. Dante and Andrea hadn’t realized someone else was in the house with them this whole time. f*****g idiots. It would be their greatest mistake. Lighting my cigarette, I take a long hard drag on it, heavily blowing out the smoke as I hit the bottom of stairs. A loud moan echos through the still air of the house. Rolling my eyes, I ignore the disgusting couple who were currently going at it again. I’d seen all I needed too, and the cameras I had installed when Andrea and I had moved in, would capture what I missed. I never thought this would be my reality, but knowing what I knew, I felt indifferent, motivated and grateful, that I found out everything before I'd married Andrea. Making my way through the kitchen, I walked straight into the pantry, heading towards the back as I scanned the shelves shrewdly, searching. Finally seeing the bottle of Ruso-Baltique Vodka, I grab the almost full bottle and opened it, pulling the cigarette from my mouth, while taking a long swig as I walked back through the kitchen, to the hallway leading to the foyer and front door, the alcohol burning as it goes down. Nearing the front door, I take the bottle of vodka and dump the contents all over the hardwood floors and designer carpets, splashing it onto paintings, plants and any decorations that I happen to pass as I stroll into the living room. I slosh the contents of the bottle all over the plush carpets of the living room, as well as couches, chairs and curtains, damn near emptying the entire bottle throughout the two rooms, leaving just enough for a mouthful. Standing in the middle of the living room now smelling of expensive liquor, as I hold my near empty bottle, I reach into my pocket, grabbing my phone and hit the first number on speed dial. "Erase the footage from the last 20 minutes throughout HollyGrove estate, except for the footage in the master bedroom. Also, make sure to clear all video footage of me being in the area from all cameras in a 20-mile radius. Next, download all security footage on the estate since the house was bought, save it to a back-up drive, then email the contents to my personal email, encrypted. Lastly, check and see who all has bought stock in the Alvarez group over the last 16 years. I want full details on the buyers backgrounds and make sure not to miss anything. I expect this to be done in the next hour." I state coldly into the phone before hanging up, knowing it would be taken care of. Looking around, I make my way to the foyer and open the front door, throwing one last look over my shoulder, before flicking my lit cigarette onto the curtains in the living room and walk out as I close the door behind me. Chugging the last of the vodka, I can see the subtle glow of flames in the window, and feel a twisted sense of glee. Chuckling darkly, I get into my car and toss the empty vodka bottle onto the passenger seat. Looking back up at the house, I can now see the fire burning brighter as it catches onto the bigger furniture. Satisfied, I slowly back out of the driveway, watching as flames fill the 2nd living room window before I had even fully pulled out of the driveway. Smiling lazily, I drive away watching the house recede in my review mirror. By the time I've made it to the security kiosk at the entrance of the neighborhood, I can see the dull glow of the fire in the night sky, signaling the end of this chapter in my life. But this wasn’t truly the end. No, I wouldn't let them off that easily. I’d show them what it meant to betray me. To try and take what was Mine. No, I smirked wickedly, rolling down my window, letting the late-night summer air hit me full blast as I merged onto the main road towards the freeway going into downtown, the faint sounds of sirens in the distant filling the night air. This was just the f*****g beginning.