Chapter 5

"You're not serious, surely?" I scoff at his ridiculous remark. "We haven't had sex in two months, and you want to do it now?"

To say it out loud is tragic. Maybe I just didn't notice, or I chose not to notice but our sex life over the years went from the Amazon Rainforest to the Sahara Desert hot and exotic to dry and welled up. He glances at my face, and looks down at the tight black material hugging my body.

"Whose fault is that? Come on, you look so hot tonight. All I wanted to do tonight after the rehearsal was take you home and unzip you out of this. Obviously, things took an unfortunate turn"

I put a hand on his chest to stop him coming closer. "You mean you took a stupid turn and got caught cheating the day before we're supposed to get married."

He swats my hand away forcefully, a seedy grin on his face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I never said break up. I just don't want to get marriedyet. Come on, your boobs look so hot, let me touch them" He traces his finger down my décolletage, and I push his hand away, but then he focuses his gaze on me. "That's what I love about you, your bitchiness."

"Gee, keep up the compliments, will you?" I turn my face away as he leans in for a kiss, and he lands one on my cheek.

Holding me tighter, he runs his palm over my backside and groans loudly. "God I love your assyour body is so hot"

What the hell is wrong with him? Can he really not see how hurt I am right now?

He presses his chest against me, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Not in pleasure, but in disgust. This may very well be the last chance I have to sleep with him, but I have absolutely no interest of sharing my body with his.

I keep my hands pushed out like a shield to try and defend myself, moving my head to avoid his. "Is this supposed to be breakup sex?"

Finally, that trademark smirk I have seen a thousand times makes an appearance. "Whatever you want it to be."

The impact of his lips on mine is sudden and before I know it his tongue violently thrusts inside my mouth. It's sloppy and wet, and he tastes of beer and garlic.I don't like it at all and I want him to stop now. I keep my palms pressed to his chest, trying my best to push him away but it only spurs him to act faster. He lowers me onto the cold floor, the coolness of the tiles seeping into my scalp and neck. I'm helpless to stop him. My mind is in complete disarray. He pushes my dress up until my legs and bottom are fully exposed and I can feel the cold surface on my thighs. I would rather eat oysters than continue with this, and that's saying something. They make me vomit, and this is no different.

I glance to my left out to the window, and I can hear rustling in the bushes that surround the building.

"Stop it, there's" I gasp when he leans down below me and grasps each of my ankles, quickly jerking my legs apart. How can he be such an animal? Who is this man that I thought loved me, to treat me like a piece of meat?

I duck from his face but he leans in to kiss me roughly, gripping my upper thighs and I shudder in repulsion as he strokes them, threatening to go higher. Deeper.

Teasing me with his sexy unruly hair, he leans into me to play with the side of my lace black panties. I'm all too aware I'm wearing my favorite red lace bra, which always gets him hot every time he sees me in it, I better stop him before he gets there. I have to act quick, I can't go any further. I won't. There have been times I've let him get away with things just because he looks at me with puppy eyes but not anymore.

"STOP!" I utter breathlessly and like a reflex, my right hand makes contact with his cheek, the sound echoing in the room.

He looks at me with smouldering eyes, full of bewilderment. "How dare you slap me?"

He's an egotistical, selfish, misogynistic bastard who cheated on me with someone who was willing to stroke his rampant ego and kiss the ground he walked on. And now he's angry at me? Hate is a very strong word, but right now it feels like a very weak way to describe how I feel about him."Get off me, you fucking prick."

Pushing him away with all my might, he rolls off me in an instant. Panting, he runs his hand through his hair and looks at me with bewilderment. I stand up and pull my dress down.

"What the hell, Lay?"

"You can't do that to me. Insult me like that and then expect me to go weak at the knees for you. How dare you!" I yell. What if Gabe heard all of this? Oh no

He looks at me with puppy eyes. "Fine, I can understand that. So I'll see you at home, yeah?"

Is he for real? That used to work in the past when he annoyed me, but now it's just slimy and condescending. Does he really think I want to continue living with him, and carry on our relationship like it was? Fat chance in hell.

"I want your things out of my place within seventy-two hours, you got that? I'm going to stay with Gabe until then, so when I go home I don't want to see anything that belongs to you; not your video games, not your stupid self-help books on how to make money, not a thing. If any of that is still there, I'll throw it out."

I bend down to grab my shoes, and hastily reach for the door to unlock the gold lock. Adam stands there, frozen at my words. He simply nods and I have one final thing to say to him. With every second I spend looking at his pathetic face, I feel increasingly nauseous. I just need to get out of here.

"Get your shit together. I won't be with someone who hurts people to make themselves feel better about their own failures. This is the last time you'll see me. Goodbye, Adam." I open the door, walking out into the bright and airy corridor. Just like that, I'm closing an old chapter and walking into a new one. It was not one that I never anticipated in a million years, nor was it one that I asked for, but I step out onto the beige carpet a free woman; a newly single woman.

Despite all the conflicting feelings running through my head, there is one that sticks out. I'm relieved. Relieved I can start my life afresh; minus one selfish bastard who I've just tossed to the side like the piece of garbage that he is.