My jerking off seemed to be more frequent ever since I had fucked some pretty redheads mouth. A knot in my stomach formed as I thought about her. I have no fucking clue who she was. I blamed it on me watching porn too much. But, damn, if she wasn’t in my thoughts each day. I wasn’t cheating, but I felt like I was at times, and that’s when the guilt set in. I was a fucking bastard.
But, with the crazy, we did have a lot of great times together. We had plans to travel and explore the world.
I was looking forward to the future, to those talks about marriage and babies. I couldn’t tell at times if she was as excited about them as I have been. I had already bought a ring but kept it well hidden in my sock drawer. It was not much of a hiding place, but it would be there until I have planned the perfect proposal that she deserved.
Whenever that would be.
I loved her and was fully committed to our relationship.
Jesus. I sounded pathetic. No, I sounded pussy-whipped by a woman who had me by the balls.
Pulling open the fridge door, my eyes scanned for the alcohol I brought earlier. I carried the six pack of Boags Draught and headed to the couch. Colt jumped up and immediately rested his head down on my thigh as I picked up the controller. This was probably one of the rare times that I got to relax and not feel like a lazy fuck.
I should have jerked off, but the promise of a good fuck after Jasmine came home made my dick more interested in waiting.
A large pizza, a six pack of beer, and two hours later, I was starting to pass out mid-game.
It was dark when Colt let out a low snarl, jolting me awake. He took off down the hallway as keys rattled and the front door opened. Her heels clicked loudly against the wooden floorboards with each step she took. The LCD was still on with my paused Call of Duty game, and I turned it off as I noticed it was well after midnight.
I was half-asleep as I sat there sprawled out, yawning. “In here, babe.”
Her steps came to a slow stop, then started once more as she made her way into the room. “I didn’t think you would still be up.”
“How was it?” I asked, expecting her to sit down on my lap or possibly sink to her knees, but the latter was highly unlikely when I noticed her stumble as she instead chose to sit on the ottoman to take her shoes off. It became clear just how much she had been drinking tonight.
I really should have pulled my dick.
As I was waiting for her to tell me all about her night out with her friends, she caught me off guard by bursting into tears, sobbing loudly and out of control. Jasmine rarely cried, so this naturally worried me. I should have photographed the moment to remember she does have feelings, but it wasn’t the time.
My mind was racing. “Jasmine. Baby, what’s wrong?”
I reached out for her, wanting to pull her to me, but she shook her head and pushed me away. Her shaking hands flew up to cover her face, hiding her tears and muffling her words.
Again, I went to pull her to my chest when she spoke, “I slept with someone.”
My eyes never left hers. My heart began to fall as I stared at her, not sure if I had heard her right. I could barely get any words out. My throat was dry. A lump formed in there, making it almost impossible to swallow. “What?”
When her hands dropped to her lap, I realised she wasn’t drunk at all. “I slept with someone.”
CHAPTER TWO
Recapping it didn’t make me feel any better. My hands clenched into fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought control to stay calm.
“You’re joking, right?” She had to be. “Please tell me you’re not serious.” She was lying. This must be some sick joke. There was no way she would go out and do this.
“It didn’t mean anything.”
Rage was consuming me, and I couldn’t even look at her. I wanted to throw up. Nipping the insides of my cheeks, I choke out, “When?”
Her whisper was clear. “Tonight.”
I fought the urge to fucking hurt her.
I pulled away when she reached out to touch me. My elbows rested on my thighs as my hands ran through my hair. There was no way this was real. I couldn’t accept it. Jasmine wouldn’t do this. We were completely monogamous.
In simple terms, we didn’t fuck other people.
“Tonight?” I asked again, wanting to make sure I had heard her right.
“Yes.”
I stood without a word and stared down at her. She was still in the red dress, her blonde hair pulled to one side and her makeup smudged. I just looked at her. Everything inside me wanted more answers, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. I paced around the living room. Colt was back on the couch, watching as I walked back and forth like a maniac.
She looked up, and I wanted to believe it wasn’t true. “Say something,” she pleaded with a whisper.
“You had sex with someone else?” That’s all I could think of right now.
“Yes.”
I was furious as fuck. I walked down to the spare room, slamming the door shut before opening it once more just to slam it back again. This time, I did it harder to let some anger out before I punch my fist through a wall or something.
I didn’t understand how she could do this. My girlfriend had gone out and fucked someone else. She wouldn’t fuck me but easily fucked him.
My fist went through the door, and it fucking hurt.
The urge to sleep was long gone. I laid on the bed as I stared at the ceiling, absolutely gutted. Cheating was something I couldn’t forgive or forget. Drunk or sober, it was a deal breaker. It always has been.
A lot of thoughts surfaced in my mind. Questions and the unknown were taunting me. Did she go out there tonight with the sole intention of fucking someone else? I sat up, leaving the double bed, and walked back and forth the small room as I disregard the throbbing in my hand.
I wanted to go and kick this guy’s arse. My mind went wild wondering if I knew him. Did she go out and play single or did she make it known she had a faithful boyfriend waiting for her back home? I doubted it. Then again, some guys don’t care about that.
My breathing began to pick up again. I couldn’t get the image of her with another man out of my mind, of her touching him… of him touching her. I sat back down on the bed, running a hand through my hair with a groan as I try to calm myself.
Did he blow in her?
Did she suck his cock?
Fuck. I felt as if I could kill someone. The anger inside me was murderous.
I didn’t know what to do. All I did know was that I couldn’t be here.
I ignored her sobs when I walked into the bedroom we shared. I turned the light on and went to the closet. I grabbed an overnight bag and started ripping my shirts from their hangers and shoving them all in, not even bothering to fold my work suits.
As the seconds went by, I threw all my clothes in faster. I needed to get out of here.
“Jack? Where are you going?”
Her voice stilled me. I couldn’t look at her. “You honestly think I’m going to stay here? You refused to sleep with me for months, yet you can go and fuck another man without hesitation,” I muttered grimly.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“I don’t care what you do anymore, anyway.”
“You don’t have to go.” I could hear the hopefulness in her voice. She knew too well that crying was my weakness. No woman should ever cry. “Please.”
She could cry her fucking eyes out. I really didn’t care right now.
Pulling open the bedside drawer, I took what I needed: my watch, my phone charger, whatever I could get my hands on. I shook my head as I glare directly at her. Her eyes are red and swollen, and her tear-stained cheeks glisten in the light. “We’re finished. Don’t come crying back to me asking for forgiveness. You won’t get any.” I threatened. “I mean it. I don’t give a fuck about you anymore, Jasmine.” I was lying to myself, trying to accept my own words that I really didn’t care. I did. I loved her.
“Jackson… don’t say tha
t.”
My anger and rage revved back up, and words escaped my clenched teeth. “Why not? You fucking did this to us.”
“Please.” She began to sit up on the bed as I made a beeline for the door with the bag slung over my shoulder. “I—”
I didn’t want to hear her talk, afraid that she would convince me to stay. I stopped, turning whilst avoiding eye contact. “Were there others?” I didn’t want to know, yet I had to ask.
“What?” She seemed surprised. “No.”
“Have you fucked other men, Jasmine?” I pushed again.
“No. Just him.”
“I sure hope it was one hell of a fuck then.” I began to walk but stopped once more. My voice gave away the hurt and defeat I felt. “I was going to ask you to marry me.” I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to tell her this. Probably to hurt her.
“I still love you.”
“Fuck you.”
I walked out of the bedroom and, hopefully, out of her life for good.
Snapping my fingers with a whistle, I called for Colt who came running with his tail wagging. He was my dog; like hell he would be staying with her. She didn’t like him anyway, made too much mess and left too much hair on the furniture and her clothing.
The house felt cold as I walked through, picking up anything else I could see that I might need over the next couple of days or for however long I stayed away for. She hadn’t come back out from the bedroom, and I didn’t want her to.
Wishful thinking. She was soon hot on my tail.
I packed up my car, a black BMW X5. I felt her burning gaze on me. She was in a pair of silk pyjamas and matching robe, her dress and makeup long gone. Even if she begged me to stay, I didn’t think I could. Not now. I needed to get away to clear my mind and sort some shit out. It may have been the anger talking as I reached around and pulled the keys from my back pocket, dropping the gold house key and walking back to the front door where she stood.
“I was never going to be good enough for you.” Realisation hit me. Our whole relationship hadn’t been what I assumed.
She stepped forwards, thrusting the key back towards me. “Keep it.”
“I won’t need it,” I informed her. “There are other ways to break up with someone.”
Her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s not like that. You’re a great guy.”
“Oh, fuck off with the bullshit. If you believed that, you wouldn’t have fucked someone else.” I bitterly laughed. “You’re one hell of a piece, aren’t you?”
“Keep your voice down. The neighbours will hear you.” She scolded with a hiss.
“Because you want everyone to assume you have the perfect relationship, that your life is perfect.” I pointed out, and she knew it was true. “You stopped telling me you loved me. The sex stopped.” I was stupid not to see the signs. “You just wanted someone to buy you all the shit you wanted.”
I knew I was pissing her off by going straight for the insults, but I didn’t care.
“I came home and told you the truth. I didn’t hide it.” She defended, her arms crossing over her chest. “You think I needed you to buy me everything I wanted? I have a great paying job, and don’t forget this is my house I had bought before you and I were even a thing.”
“How can I forget that?” I scoffed back, throwing my hands in the air. “You talk about it constantly.”
Her voice was sarcastic as her blue eyes dramatically rolled. “I’m sorry for having my shit together. We can’t all play the Xbox and get on by with the laid back casual lifestyle.”
“You screwed someone else.” I pointed out, reminding her of the actual situation we were in. “Where did you fuck him? How long did it take for you to decide that you were going to do it? Where?” I fired off the questions, demanding answers.
I didn’t want to know. Fuck. I didn’t even want to think about it. Especially at
Her expression softened for a moment. “It’s not important. One dance led to another, and we ended up in the bathroom. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
It was another blow to the chest. “Bathroom? Nice one. You really are a slut.”
“I deserve that.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“No? You shouldn’t have told me then.” My voice raised in the dead silent night. “If you never wanted to hurt me, you wouldn’t have fucking cheated. God! I can’t look at you and not see what a lying bitch you really are. You fucked a guy in a bathroom when I practically begged you to fuck me before you left. You could have come home and fucked me, the guy you’re living with.” My eyes were hard on her. I couldn’t hold back. Not now. “We haven’t had sex in months since you’re never in the mood… Is that just because you’re out there fucking everyone else?”
“Don’t speak to me like that!” she yelled back. “This was the only time.”
I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Shrugging, I looked back at the car where Colt was sitting and waiting. I glanced back to where she stood on the porch, lit by a soft glow. I couldn’t see anything other than hatred towards her. “I think I might go out and try it. I’ll fuck someone else just for the sake of getting off.” I got the look of jealousy I wanted from her and smirked. “But then again, I’m not like you.” I wanted her to feel how I felt right now. I wanted her to see how absolutely gutted I was. I wanted to hurt her physically and emotionally. “Imagine my cock inside another woman and her mouth around my dick. My tongue is inside her wet pussy, eating her until she came. Think about seeing me kissing another woman.”
“Stop it!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” My voice cracked as I wipe away the tears that blurred my vision with my forearm.
She shook her head, her hair now tied up in a bun on the top of her head. “You’re being mean intentionally.”
“Intentionally?” I wanted to laugh. “Think of all that, and maybe you’ll get an inkling to what I am feeling right now. The only difference being that you’ve done this to me. You’re the one who cheated on me, Jas. I never expected you to rip my fucking heart out.”
Tears streamed faster down her cheeks, but her eyes refused to look away. “I’m sure if you had the chance, you would have taken the offer up.”
“I’ve had offers, and yet I never took them up. I wouldn’t do that.” It was the truth. When I was with someone. I was only with them.
She opened her mouth to talk. Instead of letting her, I put my hand over her mouth, shutting her the hell up. I couldn’t hear any more from her. The woman I loved had become someone else.
My words grew quiet. “There’s nothing more left to say.” Treading back, I turned and walked back towards my car.
I walked away from my relationship. Two years was thrown away over just one night. Here I had been thinking about marriage and kids when all that was on her mind was being single and partying it up. This woman wrecked me. In a few short hours, she broke my heart.
She really crushed it.
I would have given her the world if she let me. I worked my arse off to provide what I could for her, and I now realised it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t ever be enough. Nothing would. She had me, but she wanted more.
They would all want more.
I drove around and considered going to a mate’s place and crashing there for the night. I even thought about going to my sisters, but the only place I wanted to be was home with my family. It was one of those times where I just needed to be around them.
I can’t tell you how embarrassing it was for me, a grown man at twenty-six, to have to come knocking on my parent's door at almost three AM. I had kept driving for a good hour after I left Jasmine on the lawn, trying to work up the courage to pull into my parent’s driveway and tell them I needed to crash for a few nights and possibly move back in.
Fuck. How pathetic was I to let them know that I was cheated on?
Perhaps, I should have just gotten a hotel room.
I should have gone to a bar, gotten pissed drunk, and sunk my co
ck inside some random chick who was up for a good time. That would only feel good until I blew, and then reality would hit, and I would remember how much of a shit I felt. I would remember that my girlfriend had done the same thing earlier on… in a bathroom of all the fucking places.
“Come on, boy.” I held the door open for Colt after I pulled up outside the front of my parent’s house.
He ran into the darkness towards their front door. The porch light turned on, and a moment later, the door was unlocked and opening. Colt was at my feet as the screen opened, and Mum appeared in her light pink robe that she has had since I can remember.
“Jackson?” she asked, glancing around suspiciously. “What’s wrong? Are you ok? Have you done something bad?”
I scoffed. Of course, she would assume I had done something. “Yes, Ma. I robbed a bank and need somewhere to stash the cash.”
“That’s not funny.” She scolded, shaking her head. “Is Jasmine ok?”
Yes, she’s probably reliving her orgasm from earlier.
“I need to move back in for a couple days,” I said looking anywhere but her. I really didn’t want to talk about this right now. “Uh…” I scratched the base of my neck, trying to find the words. Puffing out a hard breath, I said it. “We broke up.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Oh, dear.”
I mentally thanked her for not saying anything else as she pushed opened the door wider and ushered Colt inside while I grabbed my bags and followed behind.
The house had always been the same. Nothing really changed around here unless something broke, and that was always rare. It was small, but it had always been home. My old room was the same when I walked inside. It was all the same. Familiar, except the bed was now double, and the posters are gone.
Colt had already made himself at home as I started to undress. I only stopped when I caught Mum open the door behind me. I kept my shirt on and glanced over my shoulder. “Yes?”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, a sad smile on her aging face.
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