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RENEE

‘Yes, Dylan, fuck me harder.’

‘You like it when I fuck you so hard, right?’

‘Oh yesssss… Oh yesssss Dylan…’

I shut my eyes tightly, a whimper escaping my lips as I tried to block the taunting memories in my head.

It was clear as day, and even as I closed my eyes now, I was briefly hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of almost four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo on our bed.

He had been fucking the lady on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment, and the first thing I was met with when I stepped into the building some days ago were clothes flung haphazardly and strewn everywhere in the living room.

Following the trail and picking up the bra and panties I had seen on the way, I kept trying to persuade myself that my worst nightmare was not just about to happen but then I’d frozen in my step when suddenly I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from inside my room.

Our room… And instantly, the steady pounding of my heartbeat had increased, my chest tightening as a tear found its way down my cheek.

Soft moans had drifted through, alongside the small creaky sounds of the rickety bed, as I stood like a statue, unmoving at first.

The shock had my whole body paralyzed, my jaw dropping open, as I stood close to the slightly open door, desperately looking for the courage to peek inside the room.

After a while, my breathing steadied itself as I inhaled slowly. I placed my hand on the doorknob, and after peeping into the room, I was met with the worst and most shocking scenario.

Dylan hadn’t even noticed my presence as he had been deeply engrossed in the sexual activity, and as for the lady, she had a hand stroking her clit, her moans loud and throaty. She continued to urge Dylan as he pumped in and out of her pussy while I watched.

“Shit!” I cursed, the tears at the back of my eyes drying up and my lids opening instantly.

‘What the hell was wrong with me?’ I pondered.

I was already getting wet just imagining that forbidden act, and now I was ashamed and embarrassed. The drinks I’d been having ever since I stepped into this bar with Nicole were getting to my head for sure.

I blinked twice, discarding the image of Dylan’s cheating ass, and instead, I chugged the whiskey in my glass down my throat, grimacing bitterly at the harsh burn.

I was heartbroken, sad and fucking horny as hell.

Now, I was suddenly hating my meek and holy lifestyle. If I’d been bratty, surely, I would have gotten someone to fuck the shit out of me and probably clear my brain of memories of Dylan, but I had no one.

I didn’t have a fling to hook up with at all since I had been faithful to Dylan all these years, and even though I was at a bar now, I wouldn’t say I liked the idea of picking a random stranger who’d rough handle me and then by morning he would be out of my life.

I would be a ‘slut’, the same words Dylan had said to me when he’d finished with the lady, and the both of them had caught me staring.

Even the slightest bit of remorse hadn’t been on his face, and smirking evilly; he’d told me right to my face that he had done everything on purpose because I did not satisfy him well sexually.

What a prick!

Dressing up casually, and while at it, he had bluntly told me that I’d been neglecting him by working my ass day and night and not even having time for him.

His words went thus, ‘I’m sorry you had to see this, Renee, but I did want you to. I’ve been sex-starved these past few weeks, and you were doing nothing about it despite my complaints, so I had to look for an alternative and satisfy myself. Dare I say she did well, and I hope this teaches you a lesson, you slimy slut. I still love you, but I can’t continue jerking off every morning in the shower when I have a girlfriend who….’

He had continued spewing trash, and it had taken all the strength in me not to walk up to him and smack him square and hard on the face, but I composed myself. At first, I didn’t give him the reaction he was expecting, and it looked like a bit of disappointment had flashed in his blue orbs.

As for the stupid bitch by his side, she was still lying on the bed, and she stared at me with a haughty look while rubbing her tits and slowly stroking her clit with her legs wide open.

A tear had fallen from my face at long last, and clutching my purse without so much as a word, I whirled around and scampered out of the house, humiliation and disgrace coursing through me.

Now…

“Oh Renee, don’t tell me these tears streaming down your face are still because of that self-centered, egoistic prick?” Nicole, my best friend, asked, and I just sighed sadly.

I didn’t even know what to say, and while drowning my sorrow with another drink, I mumbled bitterly with my eyes red-rimmed, “I can’t stop thinking about it, Nicole. I loved him. I could see my future with him already and-”

“Oh, stop this, Renee; you’re making me ashamed right now.” Nicole cut in.

I wasn’t done yet, so I continued, “It hurts so much, Nicole, it does. I can’t even fathom being with any other man apart from Dylan. He was my first love, for goodness’ sake! He took my virginity, and he was my first in everything. We loved each other so much, and-”

“And he still cheated on you? Oh, get your act together, girl. I dragged you here to have fun and not this, please.” Nicole slurred, bubbly laughter escaping her throat, with her mockery intensifying my pain.

I knew she didn’t mean any harm, but the words hurt a bit.

“His reason is just so absurd, you know.” I began to say again after a brief silence descended between us, coughing as I spoke, “He told me he broke up with me because I rarely slept with him. Can you imagine? He said I wasn’t giving him enough of my time, and… Dylan knows how hard I work to provide for myself and my sick mother. He knows how hard I’ve been looking for a stable job since leaving college and saving up so hard but still, he had to blame me for being-”

I gurgled as Nicole forced a cherry into my mouth, obviously telling me to shut up, so I shot her a bitter look.

“You know what? You can’t keep being like this. It’s been two days since you caught the motherfucker cheating on you, and you’ve been crying like a kid ever since. He might be fucking another blonde bimbo now or even a brunette beauty while you are here bawling your eyes out. Man up bitch!”

The thought of Dylan moving on already or even sleeping with another lady brought a bitter taste to my mouth, and I grimaced again.

“I just don’t know what to do and-”

“Oh, I do know the best therapy for you! For us, actually!” Nicole announced, looking like she just remembered something, a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I slurped, gulping back the vomit that threatened to spill out of my throat. My head felt wobbly and heavy, and my whole body was shaking, but still, I kept on drinking, intent on doing anything that would take my mind off Dylan.

“What do you say about a vacation?”

“A vacation? Nicole, I don’t have that much money to-”

“This one’s completely free, Renee. I got two tickets to a beach festival in Miami some days ago. It’s an expense-paid trip with free rooms, food and Wi-Fi too. I’ve been keeping it a secret from you, as I wanted to tell you at a very good time, but well, I guess I have to inform you now. What do you think about it?”

For a while, I kept drinking the strong whiskey with my face upturned as I began to think of Nicole’s proposal.

I had so much work to do, so much money I needed to raise for my family and myself too, but then this vacation offer was tempting, and the opportunity wouldn’t even come again. I had to.

“What do you say, Renee? Let’s go on the trip?” Nicole half yelled, raising her voice due to the booming music playing in the bar. I stared at the funny expression on her face and chuckled softly.

“Answer me, Renee, stop keeping me in some goddamn suspense,” Nicole said again, and this time I gave a curt nod.

“I want to hear your answer; come on. Miami is filled with so many hot guys and who knows, you might hook up with one. He would be your rebound, drilling your pussy so hard that you would surely forget about Dylan and-”

Was I going there to meet some hot guys or to have some fun? Before Nicole could finish her statement, though, I answered, “Yes! Yes! Let’s go on this freaking trip! Let’s do this!” And then proceeded to vomit uncontrollably on the floor amidst Nicole’s startled scream.

“What the hell did you just do? Renee!!!” Nicole yelled, her hand patting my back as I kept vomiting all over the floor, and she desperately tried to call for help.

I had just made a mess all over this renowned establishment, and I wouldn’t even be surprised if we were thrown out eventually, but then all I could think about was this short vacation to Miami and a small giddy feeling coursed through me.

“Oh goodness gracious, Renee.” Nicole muttered, calling my name for the umpteenth time this night and dragging me up simultaneously. As I straightened, I locked gazes with her, and as if on cue, not knowing what came over my best friend, we both began to laugh uncontrollably. Oh well.