Invited For Revenge

“Uhhh yessss!! Fuck this pussy.” I cried out as Mr. Stranger rammed his thick cock in and out of me

His left hand was on my left boob, caressing my rock-solid nipples while his right hand was rubbing on my swollen clit

He was about to grab his cock and withdraw out of me, but I found myself grabbing his hips. “In me. Come in me, please.”

“Miss Cole?”

“Miss Cole.” Someone touched my shoulder and I jerked, my eyes flinging open

Oh fuck.

I looked at the investors, looking right at me with questionable expressions.

My assistant, Darcy, leaned in from behind me, “Are you alright, miss? Should I cancel and reschedule?”

Of all places to have a fucking sex daydream, it had to be in the middle of a meeting.

I cleared my throat, forcing composure into my voice. “Gentlemen, my apologies. Darcy will finish the presentation. I’ll email updates later.

Darcy helped me pack up my things into my bag. I stood up, hoping that my dress didn’t have a wet patch behind and my knees wouldn’t wobble.

Darcy inched closer to me. “Miss Cole, are you sure you’re good? Do I have to schedule a doctor’s appointment? This is the first time you’ve been distracted at a meeting.”

The concern in her voice was genuine. “I’m fine. I think I just need a little rest. Update me later?”

She nodded, and I gave the men on the board a firm smile and walked out of the conference room. I exhaled as soon as I was out of sight and walked faster to my office, picked up my car keys and headed to the parking lot

Three years of iron self-control, and one nameless man had me daydreaming like a teenager.

I needed to go home and cool off, then come back and work till two am.

I couldn’t even blame Katrina and Cassie. I blamed myself for not snapping out of whatever this was fast enough.

My phone vibrating dragged me out of my thoughts.

It was my mom calling.

“Hi mom, how are you?” My voice bubbled

“Oh my princess, I’m doing okay. Except your father keeps making me raise my voice all the time.”

I chuckled, relaxing into my seat. I’d gotten used to her reporting my dad to me like a court case.

“Enough about us, darling. How’s our little CEO doing? How’s work?” My mom asked

Work was fine. My sanity wasn’t. But I wasn’t about to tell her that.

“Everything‘s fine mom,” I responded simply, sparing her the details

“Raina,” my dad spoke this time, his tone serious. “Your sister is getting married.”

My smile froze on my face. I hadn’t heard her name in a while, I wasn’t sure how I felt about hearing her name even though I had forgiven her.

“That’s wonderful,” I said, trying to disregard my feelings and be genuinely happy for her.

“To Shawn.” He dropped it quickly, like ripping off a band aid.

I slammed on my brakes.

She marrying my ex-fiance?

Of all the men in the world, it had to be Shawn?

Wasn’t it enough that she’d slept with him behind my back on the day I was supposed to marry him?

“Raina?” Mom’s voice softened, nervous. “Sweetheart, are you still there?”

I forced a laugh. “Still here. Just surprised that’s all.”

“Honey, are you okay?”

I inhaled before I spoke up. “Of course, mom. Why wouldn’t I be? I wish her a happy married life”

I resumed driving.

“We wanted you to hear from us before you saw it on the internet. The wedding preparations are starting in three days. You’re coming home to celebrate with the family?” My dad sounded like he was informing me rather than asking

Celebrate?

“You know we need to control the narrative. People are already speculating as to what happened between you and Shawn and with the news of Shawn’s wedding to your sister, people will talk even more. If you arrive with someone, the questions will lessen.”

Of course, my dad will always pick the family’s reputation.

“We know work keeps you busy,” my mom added before I could reach for that excuse, “so your dad and I set up a few dates. Nice men, all professionals. You can pick whoever you like.”

“We’d hate for people to….well, you know, assume you’re still…stuck on Shawn” his voice trailed off

I hadn’t introduced a man to my parents in three years, so of course they’d decided that meant I was still hung up on him

I was about to make an excuse and spare myself the torture when my phone buzzed. A text.

Shawn?

I opened it fast, expecting I didn’t even know what. An apology, maybe. Closure.

Instead, a photo. Him and my sister, smiling like they owned the world. Her hand on his chest. His arm around her waist.

For a second, I didn’t feel anything.

Then the text underneath: Save the date: June 12. I know things didn’t end well but we’d love you there. Wouldn’t feel the same without you. Hope there’s no bad blood.

Hope there’s no bad blood.

After fucking my sister on our wedding day, he hoped there was no bad blood?

I couldn’t continue driving anymore, so I pulled over.

The numbness cracked replaced by anger

My chest clenched so hard I thought I’d stop breathing. Three years later and he still knew how to aim for the soft spot.

Fuck him.

I wanted to scream, and for once I let myself feel it instead of swallowing it down.

Fine. If he wanted me at the wedding, he’d get me. I wasn’t going there to make peace. I was going there to make him look at exactly what he’d lost. I was going there to make him choke on it.

“Raina??” My mom called. “Are you there?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, trying not to seethe

“We understand how you might be feeling, but it’s your sister’s day, and it would mean the world to us if you could show up.”

They didn’t know what really happened that day.

I didn’t want to ruin the family’s reputation. I didn’t want our family to carry the news that the groom slept with the bride’s own sister on the day of their wedding. It would have haunted my parents forever.

So I kept quiet and let Kate and Shawn’s story play—that I developed cold feet and didn’t want to get married anymore

They never knew what it cost me to smile after that.

After that, the last thing I wanted was to show up without a date and be rumored to be the ex that never moved on and get sympathetic looks from everyone.

What better way to pay back than to show up, not only show up, but show up with someone so much better than Shawn could ever be in all his years of living

If Shawn wanted to see me at that wedding, then he’d see me glowing. Smiling. Bringing him down.

And standing next to a man who made him look like a joke

“There’ll be no need to set up dates. I’ll attend and I’m bringing someone.”

There was a pause, then Mom gasped, thrilled. “ You’re dating someone?”

I swallowed, too deep in to take it back now. “Yeah. I am.”

I heard some background noise before my mom spoke up. “Honey, we’re so happy for you and we can’t wait to see both of you in three days. We have to go now, preparations for the wedding are ongoing and we have to oversee. We’ll talk later, okay? We love you.”

“Love you too.” I said it back before she hung up, and then reality settled in.

I looked around my car helplessly. I didn’t know any man I could bring. Hell, I barely talked to men outside of work.

Where was I going to find someone that would agree to go to the wedding events and the wedding? Or could I just step out and start talking to a man and hope he asks me out within three days?

I went through my contact lists and no one seemed to be good enough or at least open minded enough.

As I was struggling with my thoughts, I caught a card. The one the stripper from the club gave me out of the corner of my eye

I reached out and picked it up. It had just his number written on it.

Do I call him?

Christ, I never thought I’d see the day I’d consider hiring a gigolo. I was too deep in to talk myself out of it now.

So I dialed the number.