3 - Mysterious stranger

"Aaghgh!"

"Oh, yes!"

"Damn, you make me feel so good."

He had her pinned on the bed, with her face smothered on the pillow, while he pummeled inside of her from behind, fast and hard.

"Uhm! Ah! Uhmmm!" Her moans echoed in the room, muffled by the soft cotton covering her mouth.

She was at his mercy as her hands fisted above her head while her knees buried on the mattress and her legs spread wide, giving him full access to the core of her desire.

"Fuck it! You're driving me crazy." He uttered as his fingers dug into her sides, pulling and pushing her in time with his rhythm.

She could sense that she was about to come from the way her body writhed underneath him. She could also tell that he was almost on the brink as his movements became more demanding and out of control.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!"

Any minute now, she thought they were about to explode, seeing they were on the verge of climax.

As if on cue, "I'm coming..." He loudly roared, like a wild animal that was about to have its feast.

He rammed harder than she had ever witnessed him do. He was like another person. She could hardly recognize him as he transformed into this wild, feral beast.

"Ah, umm, ooh!" She also gave it her all, pushing herself harder to meet his every trust, ensuring she satisfied his needs.

Then, it was over as both reached cloud nine, the peak of their carnal desire.

"Damn, you are fucking incredible!" He shouted while panting as he emptied himself inside her. "You're mine, Sienna. Only mine."

Damn! What the freaking hell!

Hearing those words was the final nail in the coffin. It marked the death and destruction of what she thought was her perfect world.

But she guessed their relationship had always been a lie, the engagement, the trust, and the love. It was nothing but an illusion. She was just a stupid fool not to see the truth.

"You're mine, too, Collin." She responded with a satisfied grin as she turned to face him, lying completely satiated beneath him.

At that moment, she felt all colors drain from her face as her eyes stared at the man she had loved for two years. Then, her heart shattered into a million pieces before becoming numb as she discovered his betrayal.

Of course, she was disgusted with him. She wanted to gag, hearing his declaration. How could he propose and promise to marry her while fucking another?

"How could you do this to me, Collin?" She uttered, but her voice was stuck in her throat as no sound escaped her lips.

Oh! Yeah!

By the way, her name is Charlie. It was short for Charlene.

Oh, about that naked woman in her fiancé's bed?

No, that was not her. She was not Sienna as she gazed down at the familiar woman occupying what was supposed to be her place.

Wretchedly, she was not the famous socialite that her two-timing fiancee was just fucking seconds ago.

"That fucking sucks." She silently thought, feeling sorry for herself. How could she be so damn stupid?

But more importantly, what was she still doing there?

She was still stuck by the door, staring at the show before her. She knew she should have done something. Scream, throw things, and confront them. Or she could have quietly left without anybody noticing her presence.

However, she did none of that. Instead, she awkwardly gawked at them, transfixed by the scene that had unfolded before her eyes.

"Hey, you! Who are you?" A pitchy voice suddenly pierced her ears as the woman on the bed finally noticed her existence.

The other woman's intense gaze strangely felt like an accusation, as if she were the unwelcome intruder in this situation.

Outrageous! Right?

Uncomfortably, she felt like a third wheel at this small party, even though she knew she should be the woman lying on that bed with him, not the other way around.

"Charlene." Ultimately, he turned around and saw her. "What the fuck!"

"What are you doing here?" He acted shocked to see her as he quickly tried to cover himself, grabbing the pillow beside him.

But honestly, she could not care less where he stuck his micro-dickshit anymore. From this moment forward, she wanted nothing to do with him.

"You're not supposed to be here." He quickly pulled his underwear on.

Right! She should not be in his apartment since he was not supposed to be home. But, surprise! Surprise! By some twisted fate, they still both ended up in his apartment.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Me? What am I doing here?" For some reason, instead of crying, she found the situation hilarious.

How could he have the audacity to ask her that? For the first time, she saw him as the scambag that he was. He might have been nice to her, but she did not deserve his disloyalty.

"I think the right question is, what are you fucking doing, Collin?" She countered as her eyes shifted from him to the woman, who looked more clueless than her.

Nonetheless, instead of becoming frantic and violent, she was surprisingly calm. She assumed she was still probably in shock.

That must be why she was not kneeling on her knees, shouting hysterically, or sobbing her eyes out.

"Charlene, this is not what you think." He suddenly changed his tune as he stepped toward her.

Now, she could not help but raise her brows at him. "What else could this be?" She philosophically asked with amusement in her voice.

What other explanation was there?

"Are you going to say that she seduced you? You are drunk and don't know what you are doing?" She cynically asked. "Or better yet, she drugged you and forced herself on you?"

This time, she could not help but laugh at the scenarios that kept popping into her head. Maybe, at this point, she was going crazy.

"Stop it, Charlene. Nothing about this is funny." He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her. "I'm saying that I'm sorry. She meant nothing to me. It's just sex."

Well, she guessed he was right. Nothing was amusing about their circumstance. On the contrary, she thought his actions had been devastating.

"Sorry? Just sex?" Could it be that simple?

Oh, heck! Of course not.

It might be just sex to him, but it was more than that to her. He had just broken her trust and her heart and ruined her life.

"Yes, she meant nothing to me. You're the one I love. You're the one I want to marry." He responded pleadingly as his arms wrapped around her.

But damn, if she would ever believe him ever again. She had had enough of the lies, the broken trust, and the empty promises.

"I'm sorry, but..." She abruptly halted what she was about to say as her hands pushed him away. "No, I'm not sorry. Truthfully, I'm relieved." She corrected herself.

"I'm glad I saw your true colors before it was too late." She looked down at her hand, seeing the glittering ring on her finger.

Hastily, she pulled it off and threw it on his face. She believed she was better off finding out what a scam bag her fiancé was now rather than after she had walked down the aisle.

"The wedding is off." She finally announced, standing straight before him.

Although she could feel her heart twisting inside her chest, she promised she would never shed a tear in front of him.

She would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. No, he did not deserve that.

"I don't want to see you ever again." She hastily rushed out of that room, not wanting her ex-fiancé to catch up with her. She believed they had nothing more to talk about.

"Stop, Charlene. Get back here." Her fiancé yelled at her, but he had to halt by the door, realizing he was still practically naked.

She hurried down the hallway, knowing he would be hot on her trail. She punched the elevator buttons repeatedly, willing the doors to open.

"Come on!" She mumbled agitatedly as she stared at the numbers on the panel until she finally heard the ding as the double doors slid open.

However, in her hastiness to enter the metallic lift, the heel of her shoe caught the narrow slit on the floor, making her lose her balance and stumble forward.

"Oops!" She waited for the walls to close on her, anticipating the pain of the impact. But it never came.

"Hey, watch it." An astonished, deep voice echoed in the small confines of the mechanical lift, sounding more alarmed than anything else.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She immediately apologized when she realized she landed in firm, strong arms and a solid chest, which prevented her from hitting the floor.

But when she looked up, she seemed to forget everything else as she gazed into his enigmatic eyes in that fraction of a second.

She felt there was something familiar about him. It was as if she had seen him before but could not remember where.

"Are you ok?"

Was she?

But more importantly, who was this mysterious stranger?