Chapter 3: Crazy Ex-Boyfriend

"What the hell do you want in my apartment?!" she yelled the question again as he didn't reply the first time.

He only stared at her and smirked.

"I waited all night for you," he said, ignoring her question.

"How did you get in? Did Trish let you in?" she demanded.

Trish had also taken their breakup pretty hard but she was not as passionate about it as Alexa was. She could have opened the door for

Then she remembered. Trish was working night. But it could not be Alexa. She had supported their breakup even though it was initiated by Trevor.

Instead of Trevor to answer her question, he reached into his pocket and produced the steel object.

It was not a gun.

Her spare key!

"Hey, you're not supposed to have that!" she shrieked.

"What? You mean this?" he asked with an annoying grin and jangled the key. "Come and get it."

She curled her lips and folded her arms over her breasts. She made a mental note to schedule an appointment with the locksmith to change the locks.

"What do you want?" she asked crossly.

"I see you slept in the new man's place," he said and motioned with his eyes at the oversized slip-ons and baggy shirt she wore.

"He's my new boyfriend, not 'new man'," she corrected.

He smirked.

"And how is that any of your business?" she asked sourly.

"So you're just going to walk away like that?"

"You said to break up and I did as you asked. And now you'll just come back into my life?" she scorned.

"I know it was my fault and I accept it. I fell out of love, but the moment I saw you in that club with that man, I felt my love for you burn again,"

"Boyfriend. He's not that man. He's my new boyfriend," she said crossly. "And let me remind you just in case you forgot. We've broken up. You mean nothing to me now. I suggest you do the same with me."

He chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take a nap. And I want you out of here."

With that, she made to walk past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

She tried to pull away but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip.

"Let go of me," she squeaked.

"Does he treat you better than I do? Does he do it better? Does he kiss you better?"

At his last question, he drew her close and tried to kiss her. She slapped him across his face and pushed him back.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind? What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.

He rubbed his smarting cheek and licked his lips. This approach was not working. He would try the cute, sorry puppy move.

His eyes teared up and his voice dropped to a solemn whisper.

"Christine, let's talk about this. We can work it out. I accept that it's my fault and I hope you find a place in your kind heart to forgive me."

Christine scoffed. He was really going to try to get his way with sweet words.

"I will also forgive the fact that you've been cheating on me with another man," Trevor added.

"I don't need your forgiveness," Christine retorted. "I thought you were all there is and thanks to our break up, I can now see you're not anything close to the best."

"Please, babe," Trevor said.

"Don't call me that," Christine snapped. "You lost that right and you're never getting it back."

Trevor groaned inwardly and clenched his fists frustratedly. Gentle words were not working.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yelled. "Why are you acting like...?"

"What is going on here?"

Trevor and Christine turned to look at Alexa. Christine in relief while Trevor with a scorn.

They never liked each other.

At the sight of Trevor, Alexa's face became a big frown.

"What the hell are you doing here, you son of a bitch?" she asked eyeing him distastefully.

"Back off. I'm having a personal holler with my girl," Trevor said.

"Your girl," Alexa scoffed.

She reached forward and tugged at his arm. "Get your stink out of here!"

He whipped her hand away and slapped her.

She pulled her hairpin and brandished it. The look on her face showed that she was not afraid to use it and would not hesitate to stab him in the neck if it came to that.

"Trevor, please, leave!" Christine begged. "Leave or I'll call the cops."

He glared from Alexa to Christine who was already dialing the police.

He sucked his teeth and swore as he stormed out of the house.

"Hope he didn't hurt you," Alexa said and looked Christine over after Trevor had left.

Christine shook her head and perched on the chair closest to her. Alexa joined her with two bottles of beer. She offered her one and she refused.

"Why?" she asked.

"I had more than enough to drink already," Christine replied and held her throbbing head.

Alexa's eyes widened and she turned in her chair, her interest spiked, eager to get gist from Christine.

"Tell me, how was it?" she asked anxiously.

"You wouldn't believe it," Christine said.

"Try me."

With a pout on her lips and with excited gesticulations, Christine told Alexa all that happened. How she had bumped into Trevor in Red and to save face kissed the stranger. And how he had taken her to his place and fucked her.

When she was done with her tale, which she embellished with some exaggerations, Alexa's agape mouth could not shut.

"What will happen now?" Alexa inquired curiously. "You've hooked a new man. It's time to reel him in."

"No, please," Christine objected. "It's just a one night stand I didn't see coming. Besides, I'm not ready for any relationship now."

.........

His hands went slowly down her thighs and two of his fingers slid into her pussy. He drove them in and out repeatedly till her pussy was soaking wet, eager to be drilled by his huge dick.

He held her against the wall, one of her legs raised onto his shoulder as he thrust deeper and quicker. Her thighs tinged and she felt her muscles get weird.

Then just as she reached the climax and was about to squirt all over the floor...

She woke with a start. Just one night of meeting him and he was already the man of her dreams. It was just so unfortunate that she would not see him again. Except she went to Red again.

But she didn't even have to go to the night spot to meet him.

............

"Which one do you think is better? The black or the blue?"

Alexa peered at the clothes Christine was showing her. "I'll go with the blue."

"Thanks," Christine said and walked excitedly to the counter where the clerk packed the clothes and tore out a receipt for her.

Monday was her first day at work and she was shopping for new clothes to wear. It was a big company and she had not expected to get the job.

She was sent away from her previous job after refusing sexual advances from her randy boss. She hoped her new boss would be different.

..........

As the lady in a white blouse, brown suit and skirt with slick court shoes led her down the hallway to the boss' office, Christine fed her eyes with the luxury of the business place. Every floor of the exquisite skyscraper exuded affluence but the aura on this floor surpassed the others.

The secretary opened the door and walked in followed by Christine.

A man was in a sleek tuxedo, his hands in his pockets, his gaze on a hyper-realistic painting of a lion wearing a golden crown.

"This is the new intake, sir," the lady said and walked out, leaving Christine with the boss.

"Good morning, sir," Christine greeted.

No response.

The boss continued to stare at the painting.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted again.

He grunted and turned slowly.

As he turned, her smile dropped.