The door was locked when I got here

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as Michael approached me. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the pleading expression on his face. But I didn't care. I was done with him.

"What do you want, Michael?" I spat out, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I want to explain what happened."

I laughed, a cold, hard sound. "Explain what happened? You think you can explain away what I saw? You think you can justify cheating on me with my best friend?"

Michael took a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. "Mabel, please listen to me. It wasn't like that. It was a mistake, a stupid mistake. I love you, not Laura."

I shook my head, feeling a wave of anger wash over me. "I'm not the one who threw away five years of our lives together and slept with my best friend."

Michael's face twisted in a mixture of guilt and desperation. "Mabel, please. Don't say that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it right."

I turned to walk away, but Michael grabbed my arm, holding me back. "Mabel, wait. Please don't go. We need to talk about this."

I jerked my arm free, my heart racing with anger and fear. "Let me go, Michael. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I'm done with you."

And with that, I turned and walked away, heading to my car, driving away, leaving Michael standing alone in the darkness.

The days that followed were a blur of emotions and activity. I informed Felix that I was quitting my job, and he was the only one I told. Michael and Laura had called and texted me several times, but I eventually blocked both of them. I was done with them.

My search for a new apartment and a job continued, both offline and online. Then I stumbled upon a notice about a girl named Hazel Harrison looking for a roommate in Dax City. I contacted her, and she agreed to meet up.

We met at her place, a cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. The apartment was fully furnished with a comfortable couch, a large TV, and a spacious room with a bed, a window with a nice view, and a closet. The bathroom had a big bathtub, and the kitchen was amazing too. I was impressed by the apartment's amenities and the low rent.

Hazel was a beautiful lady with long brown hair and black eyes, she was a friendly and welcoming person. She was 27, a year older than me, and had a chatty and humorous demeanor that made it easy for us to connect. Her cousin had bought the apartment for her, and she was looking for a responsible roommate to share the rent and living expenses. We exchanged phone numbers and she gave me a spare key for the apartment.

We talked about payments and agreed to split the bill. Hazel had a few conditions, which were no big deal for me. "No smoking indoors, no loud music at night, and no parties without informing me," she said, and I agreed immediately.

I was relieved to have found a new apartment and a roommate so quickly. I couldn't afford the entire apartment on my salary, so I was glad to have found someone to share the rent and living expenses.

After I left the apartment, I decided to check out the area around the apartment, looking for a job nearby. I walked down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood. I passed by a few shops and restaurants, and then I saw a bar that caught my eye. I walked in and asked if they were hiring, and to my surprise, they were. We talked about my start date and settled on a day that worked for both of us.

A month had passed, I finally quit my job, left the hotel I stayed at, and arrived at the apartment around 3 pm, after a long drive. Hazel wasn't around, so I settled into my room, unpacking and arranging.

As I was unpacking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had been so focused on getting away from Michael and Laura that I hadn't really thought about what I was getting myself into. I didn't know much about Hazel or her family, and I was starting to feel a little anxious about living with a stranger.

I pushed the thoughts aside and decided to take a bath to relax. I poured myself a glass of wine and settled into the tub, feeling the warm water soothe my muscles. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling my tension melt away.

As I relaxed in the bathtub, my hands began to roam over my body, tracing the curves of my skin and exploring the contours of my flesh. I thought about how long it had been since I'd been laid, it had been over a month, to be exact - and how desperately I needed to feel the touch of another person. But for now, I was alone, and I had to rely on my own fingers to satisfy my cravings.

I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them gently and feeling the weight of them in my palms. My fingers danced across my nipples, teasing them into hard, sensitive peaks. I moaned softly as I touched myself, feeling a spark of pleasure ignite within me.

I guided one hand down to my slit, feeling the warmth and wetness of my own arousal. My fingers slipped inside me, moving in slow, gentle circles as I began to rub my clit. A moan escaped my lips as I increased the pressure, feeling my body begin to respond to my touch.

I parted my legs wider, feeling the water lap against my skin as I continued to touch myself. My fingers moved in and out of me, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and urgency. I gasped as I slipped a second finger inside me, feeling my walls clench around me as I began to get more wet.

My moans and the sound of the water in the bathtub created a symphony of sound that filled the bathroom. I continued to massage my breasts and nipples with one hand, while fucking myself with the other. I was close to coming, and I could feel my body building towards a crescendo of pleasure.

I removed my other hand from my breast and brought it to my clit, circling it with my fingers as I continued to thrust my other hand in and out of me. My hands worked in harmony, moving in perfect sync as I increased the pace of both.

“Fuck… mmm….” I moaned out, my voice barely above a whisper. I came with a convulsion of my body, my legs shaking and my muscles tensing as I rode out the wave of pleasure. I didn't stop touching myself until my body came down from its high, and then I slowly slipped my fingers out of my pussy.

But even as I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I knew that I wasn't satisfied. I needed more - I needed the touch of another person, the feel of a cock inside me. I was still horny, still craving the physical connection that I had been missing for so long.

I stayed in the bathtub a bit, before I headed to the toilet to pee. After I finished my business, I walked out of the bathroom with a short towel wrapped around my body. Just as I was about to change, I heard the doorbell ring. I thought it was Hazel and wondered why she was using the bell instead of her keys.

"Who could that be? Did Hazel forget her keys?" I muttered to myself. "The door was locked when I got here."

When I got to the door, I was surprised to see a tall, handsome stranger standing there instead of Hazel. The man, dressed impeccably in a black suit, his dark hair styled neatly, accentuating his broad shoulders and athletic build, his lips full and small. He exuded an air of self-assurance and charisma that immediately caught my attention. His deep brown eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, seemed to pierce through me, making me feel seen and captivated.

He looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, and his eyes darkened. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I then remembered I was still wrapped in my towel, and it was really short. I panicked, suddenly feeling self-conscious and clutching the towel tightly to my chest.