I Would Never Cheat On You

Chapter 3

I Would Never Cheat On You.

Lyla Atelo.

If anything else shocked me, it was the fact that this stranger insisted on driving me home.

"You don't have to bother," I tried to talk him out of it, but a smirk creeped up his face.

"You can barely walk without falling over." He seemed proud of himself.

My pussy was sore, and at the same time, satisfied. I blushed slightly and turned away from him. The alcohol in my system had cleared and I was mortified. I couldn't face him, and he seemed to know that.

"I can manage myself, thank you." I smiled and tried stepping past him when my legs finally gave way, throwing me directly to the ground.

He didn't catch me this time. Instead, he bent low and picked me up from the ground.

"Stop being stubborn, woman!"

I pushed against his chest immediately. "Stop calling me that! I have a name, you know."

"I don't care. I just want to get you home." His voice turned cold and the humor in his eyes was gone. The switch was scary... and still attractive.

"Why do you care?" I asked, staying comfortable in his arms as he walked to... where I had no idea. "I'm just some random woman you met and fucked. Why does it matter that I get home safely?"

"This is not your kind of place, I can tell." He was still moving with long strides when something struck me.

"Wait!" I startled him. I smiled sheepishly when a cute expression formed on his face. "Sorry, but, um... I came with my car. I can drive myself home. It's not up to you to tell me my kind of place or—"

"Your legs will be shaking before it can even touch the accelerator," the humour was back in his eyes. "That could lead to an accident we both don't want. As for your car, give me the keys, and I would have my driver tail my car to your house."

I scoffed. "You could be anybody. Even a car thief!"

"A car thief!" His lips curled, and his eyes quirked in disbelief.

"Yes! I just bought my car, and you could be here to steal it and pawn it for some tiny amount of money."

He laughed. A rich hearty laugh that made me turn back to look at him. It made him look so young...the way his eyes brightened. I wasn't aware I was being put down as I was mesmerized by his facial features. I shook my head when my feet touched the ground. It seemed like we were in front of his car.

His car...

"You drive a Tesla?" My eyes widened into saucers as I stared at the sleek black beauty that was in front of me.

"That... and many others." He said, opening the car door for me.

I didn't realize we had company until someone cleared his throat.

"Are we ready to go, sir?" An elderly man spoke beside my handsome stranger.

The space between his eyebrows creased into a frown. "Yes, but I will be driving. I need you to drive her car and follow us."

"Okay sir." He was about to leave when he paused. "Is the car automated or it uses keys?"

I felt my throat run dry at that question. My embarrassment knew no bounds. But, wait! Why was I embarrassed?

"Where are the keys, woman?" He cocked his head to the side. "And where is your car?"

I shamefacedly turned towards the parking lot and pointed at the little red Buick that I had inherited from my grandmother.

"The red car. I placed the keys on the front tire." My voice was low.

The elderly man nodded and left while this stranger held me carefully to sit comfortably on the plush leather seats of his car.

"Don't worry, not everyone wants to steal your car." Then, he paused. "I mean, even if they did, you would catch the thief even if he were a mile away because of the coughing sounds from the rusted engine."

*

Thirty minutes later, this stranger— that I didn't know his name— was pulling up in front of my house. My car followed behind with his driver, with the coughing sounds accompanying us all the way.

Stranger had turned off the AC and put down the windows so I could hear the sound of my car in case it got stolen.

"We're here..." I told him. "Thank you for dropping me off."

"My pleasure..." He was out of the car before I could blink, walking around the car to open my side of the door... again!

Michael had never done this for me. Speaking of the devil, I watched the front door of my house open to reveal Michael. Under the porch lights, I could see that he was livid. In fact, livid was an understatement to how dark his face was. I rolled my eyes at his reaction and stepped out of the car.

"Thank you." I told him once again, and he followed behind me until we reached where Michael stood.

"Did you have fun?" Michael's eyes were hard as they stared between me and the stranger.

"You have the guts to ask me that after you cheated on me with Kendra!" I fumed. "I mean, I know that men cheat all the time.. but doing it with my best friend?" I clicked my tongue.

Stranger looked between my husband and I. "Are you okay?" He looked uncomfortable.

"Of course she is okay? Why wouldn't she be? What? You think I'm going to hurt her? She's my godamnned wife!" He almost yelled. "And Lyla, I. Did. Not. Cheat. On. You!"

"I'm fine. Thank you. You can go now." I didn't expect to be that rude to him, but Michael's appearance had just fouled my mood.

I pushed past him when I heard the elderly man call out to me.

"Ma'am... Your keys." He called me in the most respectable manner.

I turned around and went to grab him when he said something to the stranger.

"Sir... You seem to have an accessory around your neck." He pointed.

I turned to look, and I almost died out of embarrassment as my bra still hung around the stranger's neck. I mean, I didn't want it to be so obvious that I cheated back, but this...

I snatched it from his neck and rushed into the house, trying so hard to ignore all of them. Once I was safely inside the confines of my home, I heaved a deep sigh of relief but a creak made me pause. I looked up to find my best friend, Kendra, and four other strange faces in the house.

"What do you think you're doing here?" I felt my fury rise as I stared at her. "After all you have done, you still have the guts to show your face in front of me!"

"Are you sick?" She retaliated, her eyes cold and hard. "How dare you accuse me of something of that nature? Or is it something you wish I did so you can get rid of me? Do you hate me that much to think that I would sleep with your husband?"

"Oh wow!" I scoffed in disbelief at the reverse psychology she was trying to use on me. "What, then, was my husband doing in your house, stark naked!"

The door closed behind me, and I spun around to find my husband. He looked defeated and drained. I tried peeking from the window to find the stranger's car speeding off.

"I told you I was going to explain that," He began, "And mind you, I wasn't stark naked."

"Your 'tales by the moonlight' better be good. Whatever all of you have rehearsed to tell me better be good!"

I stomped towards the kitchen and drew out a chair to sit down.

Michael reached out for his briefcase and brought it forward to me, pushing it into my hands. My finger sifted through the contents of the briefcase, not understanding what I was looking at.

"The first paper is my plane ticket showing that I landed in the state last night."

"And you went straight to Kendra's house to have a genital meet-and-greet?"

"I swear to God, Lyla..." I heard Kendra's angry voice as she almost rushed to hit me, but was restrained by the man behind her.

"I needed her help to plan a surprise for you, Lyla. It has been six years since I saw you... And next month would make it our eighth anniversary."

My heart began racing at the thought of that. "Still... that doesn't explain why you were almost naked!"

"I threw a little party and invited all my friends, Lyla. Kendra wasn't even at home. She was with her new boyfriend all through last night, and she gave me directions on how to gain access into her house."

"You could have stayed in a hotel." I still didn't want to believe what he was trying to say. Did this mean that I cheated on him first? Could he be telling me the truth? "And what about the woman who called you 'babe'?"

"That was me." A young slender woman stepped into view, and I recognized her instantly. "I was calling my husband. I thought he had gone to get the door, and I was trying to check up on him. I didn't know it was Michael that got the door. We were all planning to surprise you."

Michael continued. "Check the briefcases. The slips and receipts of everything that I've purchased for the surprise to happen. You saw me in briefs and a water-covered body because Chris and I were in a swimming competition. I would never cheat on you, Lyla."