Widowed By Betrayal

Lisa Knox

My hands trembled as I looked at the file in my hand. A divorce? How could he? I quickly held on to the nearest furniture to steady myself. My head was swimming, my vision blurring as I tried to make out the words. 

I had just had a miscarriage, the blood still dripping down my legs when my husband and love of my life slammed down the envelope and strode out of the house. 

"This is unfair," I cried, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Maybe it's because I can't give him a proper child." 

Angelina, my only sister, who had been sitting at the corner of the bed, arms folded came closer. She pulled me into an embrace as she spoke.

"It's never your fault. Don't ever blame yourself. Besides, you already have a son for him. Why are you beating yourself up?"

I held my trembling lower lip between my teeth as I spoke out. 

"Sean doesn't like him."

"Because he has a disability?" I nodded. "It's not your fault he has cerebral palsy, sister. Don't let that douchebag make you feel bad." 

After a beat of silence, she laid a gentle hand on my back and led me out of the room. "Let's go get you cleaned up at the hospital." 

As we rode towards the hospital, the roads blurring through the window, I took a memory trip down to the past and what led me into this disaster of a marriage in the first place. 

I had been twenty one, brimming with excitement and energy. I was the pretty brunette with a curvy body and a passion for my job. Probably because it wasn't my source of income. My father gave me all I needed. I was just tired of sitting around and thought working as a part time waitress was fun. 

The night was filled up with customers from various parts of town and beyond. There were regulars and new customers alike. These were the weekends I loved. I would always get tips from older men who found me adorable, pretty or sexy. 

At least, I got a couple bucks and that was about it. Until I got a whisper from my colleague, Rina. 

"There's a man upstairs at the VIP section and he wants to see you." Now, I knew the men she was talking about.

Two of them, tall and finely clothed in Italian suit jackets. Only one of them caught my eye. He was tall, looking athletic in every way with his broad chest and sexy lean. His hair fell across the sides of his face and his blue eyes shot at my soul as he stared from across the room. 

My heart was beating fast and I could hear my pussy beckoning to him. That was so vulgar my prudish sister would wince if she heard it. 

However, it was as if he could read my mind when he called for me. 

"How much for a night, pretty?" He asked, his words slurred. Why did he even look hotter when drunk? Maybe it was the carefree way in which he sat, legs spread wide, back leaned against the couch and his hair ruffled. Then the desire pooling in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Two thousand?" 

My eyes widened. That was so much money but not enough to make me open my legs for a stranger; an attractive stranger. I wanted him so much but taking his money would make me regret a lot by morning. So I folded my arms and replied. 

"I don't want the money. If you want a fun night, a fun night you shall get." 

He seemed shocked as he looked me up and down. I moved closer, strapping my legs around him as I sat on his hips. I leaned downwards so that my lips were close to his ear before speaking.

"I'm not a slut. But I'm going to ride you like one." His face reddened instantly and I felt his arousal, clear as day underneath my ass. I smirked as I ran my fingers over his chest. "What do you say, stranger?" 

He finally lifted his hands, caressing my ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"I say let me rock your little world, beautiful."

There was no particular room but we made do with his car. It was parked away from the light and people, underneath a tree in the dark. For a second, I was worried he could be a killer and I had foolishly walked into a trap because I couldn't control my sexual urges. 

But before I could turn, he had opened the back door and pushed me on the seat. He took off his suit and shirt and I couldn't resist splaying my fingers on his muscled chest as they moved. He was strong and warm and his skin felt so smooth. His abs looked so godlike it made my core clench. 

In a minute he was kissing my neck, my chest and unbuttoning my shirt with the speed of light. In no time, I was shirtless and my skirt had been lifted to my waist. 

I arched my back and moaned softly as I felt his soft lips caress my skin, his tongue assaulting my nipples and causing tingles to travel up my spine. 

He lifted my legs and buried his face in between. I heard him groan something, a pleasurable sound leaving his lips. 

"You taste so good." His muffled voice vibrated through my pussy, causing me to moan.

"Fuck." 

When he was done with his tongue, he rose and I knew to brace for impact. He unzipped his pants and I almost jumped at the sheer size of his length. 

"Relax." He pinned my waist on the seat, leaning close to kiss my neck. "It won't hurt."

"Condom?" I managed to mutter. He tensed and heaved a frustrated sigh. 

"Fuck. I don't have one."

I didn't want this to end. I couldn't let this opportunity go just because I was afraid of the sex leading up to anything more. So I pulled his face and looked into his eyes as I said, "Don't stop. We can't stop this now." 

I mean, what is the worst that could happen? As he slid his length into me, I fell back on the seat, mouth wide open as I moaned. He was not too huge for me. He fit me perfectly as if we were made for each other. His length reached every core, every crevice and every nook of my insides and in no time, we were both coming at the same time.

"What is the worst that could happen?" I had said. 

But when after a month, I found out I was pregnant, my world turned upside down. The worst did happen, didn't it?