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The Roomie Complex
The Roomie Complex
Author: Krystal Key

1 - LYING CHEATING SCUMBAG

Author: Krystal Key
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-18 15:47:44

“Do you know Cheryl – “ my boss, Mr. Thompson pulled me by the arm to the corner, a small glass of tequila latched to his hand like a baby holding a thumb, he had that glassy look in his eyes, the kind where I knew he was drunk and I knew what was coming next.

“Do you know the only way you can keep your job is if you get on your knees and give me a blowjob” he paused, I paused, we stared at each other for a whole minute before he burst into laughter and I echoed with my own awkward laughter – this had better be some sick joke.

“Wouldn’t that be scandalous Mr. Thompson?” I turned to leave, thinking I could easily slip away and speed walk back to my office which was just down the hall but he grabbed my arms again, tighter this time and pulling me towards him, I repulsed. Mr. Thompson was a man a beer gut, protruding out and nearly cutting out some of his buttons, he was balding and smelled like he smoked cigarettes twenty hours of the day.

“I’m serious Cher – “ he pulled harder and I yanked my arm out his hold

“Only my husband calls me that” I said fiercely, using the opportunity to remind him I was a married woman, I even flashed the ring in his face.

“Well your husband doesn’t have to know anything”

“That’s highly inappropriate sir” I said but he had his face drawn to a grimace.

“Then maybe you’re having doubts about your promotion or no about your job in this company” he kept his eyed fixed on me to let me know that he was goddamn serious and I folded my hands across his chest defiantly

“So what? You’re really going to fire me because I refused to suck your dick” I fired and he shrugged

“I don’t see the big deal, everyone’s done it”

I stared at him, wanting nothing more but to drive my fist into his puffy little face till I felt his nose crack and he could look even worse than he did now. Giving him a blowjob wasn't exactly the problem, it was the fact that I had never done it, not even for my husband. 

“You know what Mr. Thompson, you can kiss my ass with those perveted looking lips – I quit and you can go to hell for I care. I’m out of here” I lashed out angrily, kicking at the water dispenser that didn’t anything to me but yet it was also guilty in just sitting peacefully while my boss tried to force me to give him a blow job, bloody sick bastard.

I turned around swiftly and headed to my office, I cleared my table in one quick swoop. It wasn’t that good a job anyways but I always enjoyed the retreat and some of my coworkers seemed nice but it didn’t matter, I had been wanting to quit for days and now I just got a good enough reason to quit the job and now focus more on getting pregnant and starting a family.

I picked my bag and headed out to my car, the first thing I did was to call my husband and he picked on the second ring.

“I quit my job, I finally did it” I squealed immediately barely able to contain myself and my racing heart that I could now feel in my throat.

“I quit my  job Marty, can you hear me” I said and a quiet grunt came back at me

“Let me call you back Cher” he said and the line went dead. Did he just – it didn’t matter. He was probably busy at work and in a big investors meeting, he was going to call me back.

Marty and I got married straight out of college a year ago and it’s been a blissful romance since then, I moved out of my childhood town on Bradsbury and flew right out to New York to start afresh with Marty and now that I quit my job, we could start a family. We could start trying for a baby, maybe buy a house the one with a backyard and a swing set, get a mortgage and I could get a new job when the child is old enough. I squealed and giggled at the thought – it was all coming together, my life was all coming together.

The quietness of the house hit me as soon as I stepped in, a cold blast of air hit my face and I shivered slightly. A dull headache was beginning to fester at the back of my head, and I kicked off my shoes headed straight to the fridge to get a cold can of beer. I cocked it open and went straight to the bedroom, where I saw Marty’s laptop lying carelessly on the table. That was strange, Marty never left his laptop open, he was always secret about it and at a point I suspected he was cheating but he told me the work files on it were highly confidential and I believed him, honestly I didn’t just have the strength to angle it further. But right now, I had an empty house to myself, a cold can of beer in my hands and an open laptop with all my husband’s company’s confidential files – it was officially party time.

I plopped on his desk chair and turned it on, I didn’t know where but then again there was this interesting looking folder with the title “X files”, I didn’t waste any time, I clicked it open and I regretted it, because immediately I did, my beer dropped from my hands to the floor, it’s content spilling on the carpet.

They were videos, so many videos and not just any videos but sex videos of my husband with other women, my jaw dropped and my heart began to pound. With shaky hands, I clicked on the first video and it was Marty in his office, going down on a woman seated on his table. I couldn’t see his face when it was buried in the cooch of another woman, but it was him alright, I would recognize that long mane of hair anywhere.

Fucking hell!

 My throat burned, and I could no longer breathe. He was doing things with other woman, doing things we had never done together, but mostly because I was too uptight to try the raunchy stuff he always suggested, I was far too innocent to do all that.

I shut it off, clicking on the next video and it was Marty again fucking another in a hotel room – I shut the laptop off instantly in anger. I didn't think I could go over the almost 400 videos of my husband having sex with other woman – four hundred different woman – who was this man? Who the bloody hell did I get married to?

“Bastard” I yelled angrily “Lying cheating scumbag of a man”

How the hell did my day end up like this? I quit my job and then I find out my husband has a sex problem.

I have to divorce him.

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