LE GOÛT AMER DU REGRET

Blair was so thankful to be home. She couldn’t comprehend the kind of demon that had possessed her boss during their recent business trip. They had arrived home one day earlier than planned, but she was glad to be away from him. She was surprised that he hadn’t wanted her to return to the office with him. Instead, giving her the rest of the afternoon off.

He was being a real shithead. When he had dropped her off at her front door, she had really felt like flipping him the bird. But stilled her hand at the last moment in case he looked back in the rear-view mirror. He did seem to have eyes in the back of his head most of the time. Being gorgeous hadn’t improved his disposition. If anything, it made him more of an ass.

She didn’t know what was going on. Roman seemed more irritable and on her part, he had been rubbing her the wrong way. Of the two years she had worked for him, these last two months were the worst. If he didn’t pay her so well… maybe she would tell him where to go. Blair gave a shake to her head. No, that wasn't true. Roman did look after his staff.

Picking up her case. She headed to the front door of the three-bedroom townhouse she shared with her cousin Laura and her fiance Dan.

Blair checked her watch. Dan wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet. She was going to surprise him with a romantic dinner. India was rarely home at night. Always out somewhere, partying with someone. Her cousin was a model. Not a supermodel or anything. But she was gorgeous. She knew how to make the most of it as well. Blair had never been interested in clothes or makeup. More interested in books.

They had both moved to the city for different reasons. Laura to follow her modeling career and for Blair, it had been a chance to work for a great company like Kingston Industries. Under normally the great man himself Roman Kingston. The company had their fingers in so many pies, Blair was never bored. Even when Roman was being his most demanding. She loved her job.

Fishing for her keys. She juggled her briefcase, handbag, and suitcase. Once the key was in the lock, it turned easily. Blair pushed the door open. Stepping inside, Blair put her handbag and suitcase down at the bottom of the stairs. Before heading into the lounge room where she kept a desk. Sitting her briefcase on top.

Blair turned to make her way to the kitchen, pondering what to prepare for dinner. As she walked past the foot of the stairs, a sudden noise from upstairs caused her to halt in her tracks. Was there someone else in the house? Had she returned home to an intruder? Filled with panic, Blair took a step towards the front door, ready to flee.

However, at that moment, she realized something. Laura. Unlike Blair and Dan, Laura didn’t adhere to their typical working hours. She often slept late and stayed out until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t the first time Blair had found her slumped on the front steps as she was leaving for work in the morning. Blair wasn’t sure if she should call out now. What if it wasn’t her cousin?

Looking around for a weapon just in case it was an intruder and not Laura. Blair saw her late father’s baseball bat she had always kept near the front door just in case she was home alone at night. Having the thing around made her feel safer.

Picking it up, Blair weighted the bat. Before she put her first foot on the stairs. Did any of them creak? She couldn’t remember. Taking a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, Blair took one step at a time. Creeping up the stairs. When she reached the landing, she paused to listen.

Saying under her breath. “Please be Laura, please be Laura and not some masked man waiting to jump out at me.”

The hallway only went in one direction. There were four doors up here. Three for the bedroom and one for the shared bathroom. The only door ajar was the one to Dan and her bedroom. The rest were closed. But she would have to walk past the other doors to get to the master bedroom.

It was then she heard Laura giggle and then a very male groan. She felt relief. It wasn’t a burglar. Instead, it sounded like her cousin had brought someone home. She was about to turn away and leave when she heard the voice of the male Laura was with. “God, yes.”

“No, it can’t be. He wouldn’t.” Blair said in an almost silent whisper. He wouldn’t do this to her. He couldn’t.

“Laura, you are so fucking hot.” Dan’s voice came from their bedroom.

Blair’s eyes widened. He was having sex with Laura in their bedroom. Blair moved quietly down the hallway until she was standing outside her bedroom. Praying that this would be some huge misunderstanding.

Blair braced herself for what she might see once she pushed the door open. Lifting a trembling hand to touch the wood of the door, she pushed it open carefully. The sight that greeted her was like a physical blow, causing her to take a step back.

There in the middle of her bed was Dan laying flat on his back with a very naked Laura riding him. Laura had her hands threaded through his chest hair as she lifted her body up and down on his shaft. From this angle, she could see Dan's cock pushing in and out of her body. It was like watching a x rated movie. Blair had never seen anyone having sex before.

Dan gripped Laura’s waist with one hand and the other held her ass. Guiding Laura’s movements.

“Err. Yes, fuck me harder.” Laura cried.

Blair lifted a hand to cover her mouth. As she watched, Dan’s grip tightened on Laura’s ass, spreading her cheeks wider.

Blair had never seen Laura naked before. Not like that truly mattered when she was currently having sex with her fiance.

Blair wasn’t sure how Laura could do this to her. They had both watched Laura’s father cheat repeatedly on his wife. Creating a toxic environment in their home. The home she had shared with her cousin’s family when her own parents had died in a plane crash ten years ago when Blair had been just thirteen. She had thought if anyone would have the same views on faithfulness, it would be Laura after they had watched her mother suffer every time her cheating father got caught with his pants down.

This had to be a dream. Blair pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t having a nightmare. When the sting of the pinch registered to her brain, Blair knew this was no nightmare.

Which didn’t make sense. Dan hated Laura, had always hated Laura. They had all come from the same town. Their families knew each other. They had grown up together.

Dan had often called Laura a slut and commented on her choice of clothing. How she was shallow, and she didn’t know how to hold a conversation.

Now standing here witnessing them together, was it all a lie? Was he jealous of the men in Laura’s life? Was that why?

`One thing she was sure of, Dan’s mum, Paula, would never accept Laura as a suitable wife for her son.

So what was she to do now? She had no clue. How did someone manage a scenario like this? It was like a B-grade movie.

She couldn’t pretend like this had never happened. She didn’t want him. Not now. Not after this. There was just something wrong with a woman taking a man back after something like this. Just the thought made her feel unclean.

How long had this been happening? They had been living together for the past five months, ever since Dan moved in with her and Laura. They had decided to combine their living arrangements to cut down on expenses and save up for a house once they got married.

“Laura, you are so goddamn tight.” Dan groaned as he arched his back.

“Is my pussy better than Blair’s?” Laura asked, pumping harder over Dan’s body.

Did she know Blair was standing here witnessing this? Was that why she had asked the question? Blair bit into her hand to stop from crying out. She had given her virginity to this man, and he was cheating on her. He had known how she would feel if she ever found out.

She hadn’t planned on being home until tomorrow. She had wanted to surprise Dan tonight. So she hadn’t called to let him know.

The surprise had been on her. She wanted to vomit. Blair could feel the cold sweat bead on her skin. This was… horrible. What did she do?

Blair started to lift her other hand to grip the doorframe to keep herself upright. Believing her legs might do out from under her. But as her hand came up, she felt something in her hand, remembering she was still holding her father’s old baseball bat. Although she felt like using this on them, she couldn’t even with the pain coursing through her body. It wasn’t just the betrayal of her fiance that was bad enough this was her cousin. Someone she had trusted. But she couldn’t physically harm anyone, it just wasn't in her.

So what now? Should she just leave and go to a motel because she wasn’t going to sleep in that bed ever again? She would burn it. There was no way to unsee this. There was no unwinding the clock. So she needed to deal with it.

Taking her hand away from her face, Blair straightened her spine and let the hurt and anger drive her to do what needed doing.

“While you two finish up, should I cook dinner?”