An Action Movie Star

Chloe's POV

"Fuck me herder, Naomi!" He grunted, his voice filled with pure ecstacy. The kind I'd never seen in bed with him…wait? When was the last time we'd even slept together? 10 months ago? No, was it my last birthday?

Nathan, my own husband. The guy who told me he was flying to Tokyo for business.

I couldn't move. I couldn't even yell. Whatever was in that white pill had locked my muscles completely, "Yea,I'm damn sure it was the white pill!" I thought to myself. It was different this time. It always made me sleep, but it was as if I had triple dosage this time. I had to just lie there in the dark, staring at the dust under the nightstand, listening to my husband and my best friend fucking hard.

It didn't feel real but the tears leaking from my eyes now were sure as hell real.

The bed shook hard again, this time with Nathan letting out a loud groan, and Naomi made a sharp noise. "Fuck me! Arhgg, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck!" With Nathan groaning louder.

Then it stopped. Naomi cried out, her breath shaking.

The room went quiet, except for their heavy breathing. Naomi shifted her weight.

"You are so much better than her," Nathan whispered.

"Of course, love. I'm a whore in bed. You know that." Naomi responded, laughing lightly. Then, her voice went right back to that sweet, gentle tone she always used with me. "I'm so sick of pretending to be her best friend, babe. It's starting to get exhausting."

"It's almost over," Nathan said almost immediately. His voice was totally cold. The exact way he talks when he reads financial reports. "Is she still out?"

"Yeah, she's on the floor," Naomi laughed. It was a small, mean sound. "It's two times the milligram of her normal doze, knocked her like two minutes later. She won't remember anything. She never does, anyway."

My heart stopped. The pills…The fertility vitamins she forced me to take every single week. They weren't just vitamins?

"Good," Nathan said. "Remind me again why she's taking those pills?"

Naomi scoffed, then sighed out loud. "Babe? As long as she takes them, she won't get pregnant. A kid makes a divorce too messy."

"Right," Nathan said. "If she has a baby, the board members will keep the company in her name. They loved her dead mother too much."

"Exactly. You already control most of the company anyway," Naomi said.

"Yea. I just need her to sign her personal shares over to me. Once she signs the papers, I'm divorcing her. Then you can finally be my wife."

"I've been waiting too long, baby" Naomi said. "We've been doing this since college, Nathan. I'm tired of hiding."

College? They were together before I even met him. Before my mom ever gave him a job.

My whole life was a lie. My best friend was a monster! And I was married to a robber. I lay there on the cold floor, completely still. This sadness turned into pure burning anger.

Naomi and Nathan were working together to ruin me like this??

"I bought a gift for Chloe today," Nathan's voice came from the bed. "A new Mercedes. It's parked downstairs. I have to give it to her so she doesn't get suspicious. Help me out with the surprise."

"Wait what? No way!" Naomi whined. "I want it, baby. Please!"

There was a brief silence from Nathan hesitating. "Chloe will notice if it's missing, Naomi." He said at last.

"Just tell her the dealership delayed the delivery or something," Naomi said. "Come on, baby. Take me downstairs to see it." She grunted, accepting defeat. "Fine. But at least let me sit in it first."

Nathan paused. "We have to be fast, okay? Before she wakes up."

I heard them get out of bed and put their clothes on. The bedroom door opened and shut, with the lock clicking.

The moment the door closed, the tears flooded out. I let out a loud, shaking sob. It was an effort as I rolled onto my stomach, my knees shaking violently. I used the edge of the nightstand to pull my body up. My legs felt like jelly, but the anger inside me was too hot to care. I grabbed my purse, stuffed my phone inside, stumbling toward the door.

I had to get out of there.

I didn't even know what building I was in. I found a back exit and pushed the heavy metal door open.

The cold night air hit my face. It was a dark, empty alley behind the club. I took three steps before a shadow moved from the corner.

"Look who it is," a rough voice said.

I froze. It was the crazy dude from the dance floor. He had two of his friends with him this time and they'd blocked the exit.

"Your little friend isn't here to save you now," the guy smiled. He looked drunk and mean.

"Get away from me," I choked out, backing up against the brick wall. My body was still weak from the pill. Shoot! I couldn't even run.

One of his friends grabbed my arm and slammed me hard against the wall. The main guy stepped close, his breath smelling like cheap liquor. He pinned my wrists above my head. His heavy hands started ripping at my dress.

"Stop! Please, stop!" I screamed, kicking my legs. I bit his shoulder hard.

He yelled and struck me across the face. My head snapped to the side, and I felt the stinging heat on my cheek. He pressed his weight against me, pinning me down. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my neck. I couldn't fight them off. I felt completely trapped, and weak from the pills.

Suddenly, there was a heavy sound and the pressure was gone.

The weight vanished instantly. I opened my eyes and saw a tall man in a dark suit. He moved with a speed that didn't seem real, pulling the guy off me and shoving him hard against the wall. The guy hit the ground and didn't move.

The other two charged at him. The man in the suit didn't even flinch at all, acting and looking all tough like some action movie star. He intercepted them with precise movements, knocking the second one back with enough force to send him sprawling. The third one took one look at his friends and bolted into the darkness of the alley.

The man straightened his jacket and adjusted his cuffs. He looked completely calm, like he was just finishing a conversation instead of a fight. He turned around and looked down at me, his shadow falling over where I hid.