Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)
The best part of my new life was the travel. These were the times I felt like I was living the high-flying life a b*tch like me deserved. We had traveled to a few places for negotiations, but the biggest one was this Brazil trip. They had allotted two weeks for us to hash things out.
Thanks to my help, we had negotiated the deal in one day.And we had really f*cking owned them, too, making almost 50% higher than the expected deal. But at the rate we had been going lately, this was not a surprise.As I had proudly boasted to Callum, it was my sexual appeal that spurred our success in the boardroom. At first, I did not think he really believed me when I proclaimed that, but the results spoke for themselves. I could not tell you how many times I caught one of the guys across the boardroom table staring at my bre*sts. They would try to stay focused on their work, but their eyes would always drift over to my exLisaWarden (P.O.V.)She had perfectly styled, shimmering black hair. Her smooth, tanned Brazilian skin was immaculate, and her body... it was mouth-watering. She had these massive, smooth, succulent bre*sts, pouring from her slim, stylish black dress. And her a*s was everything you would expect from a Brazilian woman, perky, and round and full... just amazing.She was beautiful, of course, simply gorgeous, but her most striking feature was her eyes. They were simply stunning, telling us everything we needed to know about her. She was a few years younger than both Callum and I, but there was a wisdom and intelligence in her those eyes we recognized immediately. We watched her appraise us, with the cool laziness that only a woman of her intense beauty could pull off, and we could both just tell that she had us spied out immediately. Just staring at her... it was clear she was reading us like a book, but she did not say anything. She did not war
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)I knew at this point he was more my man than hers. I had changed him to the point where he got off as much as I did on sneaking around behind his girlfriend's back, humiliating her in the process.One night, after him and Colette had been away at some family function, he called me late at night, just before him and Colette were going to bed. They had been so busy that they had not had much in the way of private time together, so once they got home, sex was on the table. Finding that an unappealing prospect, he had me sneak into the house, into the bathroom, where I proceeded to drain his balls into my tight, waiting c*nt. He gave me a loving kiss, and I knew that he wanted to make sure he gave me his best and leave whatever was left for his girlfriend.Colette never caught on, and we were too hot for each oth
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I ended the call with Lisa and looked at the phone in disgust. I had known about the affair between Callum and her for a very long time now. They think that I have been unaware of the affair for a while, and it is quite naïve of them to think I would not have suspected something or even get some investigation done myself. I would notice the exchanges they make toward each other whenever she is around. I did not want to only suspect but know about it for sure, so I decided to start inviting her over more often. I assumed that they would have been dumb enough to get comfortable and start having sex in the house while I was around. Callum even had the audacity to have sex on our bed…sometimes on my pillow. I no longer use that pillow, but I let them believe that I have been placing my head on something that Lisa had her vag*na on.I did want to get my revenge on the both of them, but my inner self is telling me to stay c
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Just then I got a message on my phone. Multiple messages by the sound of it, as my phone went notified me multiple times. I retrieved my phone and opened the message. It was a message from an unknown number. In the message were pictures and videos and Lisa and Callum having sex.My stomach dropped and the nausea that I did not experience thus far in my pregnancy seemed to appear all of a sudden. I raced to the bathroom and knelt beside the toilet as I began to throw up. Eventually I had nothing left in my stomach and all I could do is dry heave. I rinsed my mouth in the sink and returned to the room before I continued to go through the evidence even more. One picture in particular grasped my attention.In the picture, there was Lisa, on all fours on the bed. From the looks of it, it looked like the
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)“What do you mean? I-I did not do anything wrong.” She stuttered which made me laugh out loud.Truly pathetic.I looked at my phone as I located the message I had just received.“Whose phone is this ‘555-332-4959’?” I asked her and watched her face lit up and then dropped.“That is my husband.” She said, her eyes dropping to the floor as she began to sob violently. It felt pleasurable to see her cry like that.Just as I had cried all those months because of fiancé’s infidelities. Just as I have cried myself to sleep every night because I felt like I was not good enough. Just as I have cried while hating the way that I looked in the mirror because my boyfriend chose to cheat on me with someone who is way better than me physically.“I think your husband found out about your infidelities Martha. How do you think he fel
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I had just finished cleaning up the basement. I ran upstairs quickly to my room, to grab a towel so that I could go shower as quickly as I could. It was pretty late by now when my mother got home. She had questioned why I was even down there, and I used the excuse that I was just looking for a pair of shorts that I assumed could have been down here since we usually accumulate all of our dirty laundry in the basement instead of in the laundry room because it was not that big. My mother immediately asked for Martha, to which I explained to her that she said she wanted to go out for the evening with a friend. I lied and told my mother that Martha was cheating on her husband with some strange man who had shown up at the house to take her out for the evening. In the instance that I get asked about the mystery man’s appearance, I mentioned that I did not get a good look at him, only that I realized that his voice was unusually deep. I t
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got off my bed and made it to the bathroom to freshen up. I know for a fact that when Callum gets home, he is not going to want to be with me romantically, but this is just for me. I am taking care of myself. No more of going out of my way to make sure Callum is happy because he is happy but at my expense, and he simply does not care.When I got into the shower, I washed my body with a coconut scented body wash then I proceeded to wash my hair then shave my entire body. After I was done doing all of that, I got out of the shower and dried my skin. I went back into my bedroom and laid down on the bed, fully naked as I applied lotion all over my body.Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Lisa and I had just gotten back to the neighborhood. We were both very much exhausted because we did not get much rest while we were away on the trip. If you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted but reality w
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)After the time I got to spend with Callum, I had come to the conclusion that I wanted him all for myself. I no longer wanted to share him. I become greedy and selfish. I fell in love harder than I thought I would have for Callum. The original plan was to get him to the top, get pregnant and then leave him. Where he would have had a child to take care of, he would have had to give me money for the kid which I could have used to live the life I wanted. But now I did not want that. I wanted to buy a house with him, have a very public relationship and build our family together. I was tired of hiding the fact that we love each other. F*ck what everyone has to say.I no longer want to be hidden. I no longer want to be the mistress. I want to be loved and shown off to the world by the graces of Callum Johnson. The neighborhood good guy. I wanted everyone to know that he chose Lisa Warden, the neighborhood slut, over his boring prude of a