In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father

ELARA“Hold it steady, baby, I need to watch this again later.” A pool of saliva gathered in my throat, my fingers went numb and my phone slipped from my grip. I’d just revealed my fiancé on Dilly app, and almost at once, I got a video message and an apology from a friend back in college.In the grainy footage that was still replaying on my screen, my fiancé, David was balls deep in said college friend, pounding her with the energy of a bull.His sweat poured onto her body, and his face was twisted with the same pleasure I used to search for on his face whenever he bothered to touch me.Her head was thrown back, dark hair spilling but her moans were high and desperate, nothing like the polite sounds I made when he fucked me. I used to be a screamer, until David deemed it razz and unladylike.She arched as he thrust, harder, faster, whispering filth I’d begged him to say to me many times. He never had.I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as the images replayed over and over.David

ALEXANDERI’ve been on the edge all day, and I’ve tried to make it better.Rolls of tobacco usually does the trick paired with vintage whiskey.Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t wear off.“Boss, you have your last meeting scheduled at eight.” My assistant announced, and I groaned.“Cancel it, call Alfredo to come pick me up.” I lashed out orders, puffing out a cloud of smoke to ease off the stress.“Where, Boss?”“Obsidian.” I spoke calmly, tipping the glass back.My fingers threaded through my scalp, ruffling the strands of my hair to the side.I dusted the tip of the roll in the ashtray before I lit it up. The tip burned rich orange, usually, the sight of it would have calmed whatever storm was brewing inside me.Today was an exception, so I dragged out a stack of my desk to reach for my glock. I checked the chamber before stacking bullets into it to spring from the chair, still with the tobacco between my lips as I exited my office.“Boss.” The men who stood on each side acknowledge

ELARA “Viv, I’m so fucking dead.” “Uh… no you’re not. What’s up?” “You’re not hearing me.” I placed my hand on the restroom’s door, struggling to catch my breath after I all but flew in here. “I’m hearing you, but I can’t talk to dead people either so what’re you on?” “He’s here.” “Spider-Man?” “Vivian.” “I’m sorry babes, you have to be more specific. I’m trying to whip up something to eat before work.” “Alexander—the guy from the red room, he’s here. And he’s… he’s my fiancé’s father.” A pause. “Well, shit.” “Viv, what am I going to do? David can’t know about this. He’d definitely add it to the list of things he has against me, I can’t afford any more scandals…” “Calm down. Just calm down, and don’t do anything stupid. Has he… has he said anything concerning it? I mean, Alexander?” “No he’s not. But he surely remembers me. I saw it on his face.” I rubbed my palm over my own face and straightened. “Good. Act like you don’t know him.” “Wha