Yours, Forever

    VIVIANNE

"Faster..."

"Fuck! Whose pussy is this?" A man's voice that I recognised all too well came from inside the room.

"I'm cumming..."

"Oh, Michael..."

The female did not reply, however, that's if he was even fucking a woman. My heart broke with each moan that my boyfriend, now ex, let out. He didn't moan whenever we had sex, but here he was, moaning like his entire life depended on it. Cheating on me in the house I paid for, the bed I bought with my hard-earned money, on our 1st Anniversary. 

I just wasted 365 days of my life with an asshole. I looked down at the paper bags of gifts I got for him to celebrate, and even the cake was sitting on the table. I turned around to leave, planning to block his ass, but a thought made me pause. Who was the woman who was so beautiful that he couldn't keep his dick in his pants?

I turned around and pushed the door open as they both hit climax and I watched my boyfriend, mistake, ex, throw his head back as he came onto the bed. Fool. He didn't even use a fucking condom. 

Dropping the bags in my hand, I raised my hand and jammed my palms together clapping. They didn't even hear me come in. 

"Wow! Great performance from our Star host, Michael, and who's beneath you?"

Michael stared at me, his eyes as wide as saucers. He wasn't expecting me in London because I told him I was going to New York for work. Just then, the woman's face finally looked back at me in the eyes. Gabriella, my sister. Nevertheless, I continued like I wasn't fazed by what they were doing. Or by the fact that he chose to cheat on me with my sister. My sworn enemy, a fact he was fully aware of.

"Hello, sister." She greeted wrapping the sheets around herself with pride. She seemed proud of herself.

"And Gabriella. Of all women in this world, you went for her?" I asked smiling.

"Vee... What are you doing here?" Michael spoke to me for the first time since I entered the room.

"That's the first thing you're saying to me?" I chuckled in disbelief. The audacity.

"I came to celebrate our 1st anniversary with you. To surprise you, but indeed, I was surprised."

"Vee, I promise it's not what it looks like." He said jumping off the bed. His dick dangled in front of him and I turned around in disgust.

"Ew, get that community thing out of my face." 

"Vee, please, let me explain what happened. I was forced into this. I was raped! You have to believe me, I didn't even want to have sex with her. She raped me!"

"She raped you? Explain to me the concept of raping when you were the one on top. Pounding and moaning like your worthless, useless life depends on it! Explain to me, you asshole!"

I was enraged. He had the guts to lie to me?

He looked to the woman on the bed and then to his hanging dick. He hung his head low like his tiny penis and I shook my head. I wanted to say something to Gabriella, anything, but my words failed me.

I picked up the bags on the floor and turned around walking out of the room. He dashed after me, butt naked, and I paused my steps. He paused as well and I turned to look at the cake on the table. The asshole.

Walking towards the cake, I carried it and slammed it in his face. He fell to the ground from the impact and I sighed in satisfaction. His face was filled with cake and buttercream and it looked absolutely satisfying! 

"You have 24, no, 12 hours, to get your shit and get the fuck out of my house."

He opened his mouth to protest and I dropped the remaining cake on his face once again. He pushed it away and jumped to his knees.

"Vee, you can't do that. You know I have nowhere to go."

"And do I look like I give a fuck about that? You should have thought about that before you went around dicking everything in a fucking skirt because I'm sure as hell, that bitch in there isn't the first bitch you've cheated on me with." 

"Vee, I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want."

I smiled and crouched to his level.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Anything." He affirmed.

"Then Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House." I strained every syllable of each word while still managing a smile.

"Please. I had no idea she was your sister. Vee-"

I screamed cutting him off.

"Stop lying! Stop fucking lying! You knew who she was, you went ahead to do it cause you're a fucking dog. A dog that sleeps around with anyone and anything. And the only regret I have is ever making you taint my body! God, I detest your entirety."

"You bought the house?" A whisper came from behind him before he could say anything. Not in fear, but in shock. I looked up at Gabriella, still wrapped in the duvet.

"Oh, I'm guessing he lied to you again. Like the chronic liar that he is. I bought everything. This house, his clothes, his shoes, his jewelry, his perfumes, down to his fucking underwear."

I looked down at the man still kneeling.

"And you're to leave every single thing in this house that you did not buy with your money. Leave just the way you came into this house. Penniless, worthless, useless, and homeless. You rat. Good for nothing bastard." 

"Good luck and congratulations. I'm so happy for you both."

Without saying another word, I turned around and exited the house.  Michael ran after me with no clothes covering his behind. I dumped the bags in the passenger seat, got into my car, and drove off. Looking at him in the side mirror, I shook my head. That asshole has a lot of things coming for him, I thought, dialing my Lawyer.

After talking to him, he told me he'd send a letter over to the house informing Michael about evacuating the house and paying an emotional damage f*e of 100 thousand pounds, leaving everything I bought in the house, and never to contact me again.

I dialed Shania's number.

"Hey, girl. How's the surprise going?"

"Bitch, I was surprised. That asshole was cheating on me."

"What?"

"With Gabriella."

"No! How dare he? That asshole. I'll kill him."

"Nah, I already did that. He's to pay 100 thousand pounds for emotional damage, leave everything in the house, and never contact me."

"Oh, that's not enough! You should have punched him in the face! Or the guts! Oh, he's so fucking lucky I wasn't there."

"I might have slammed the cake in his face," I replied with a smile.

"Bitch, I love you!" She screamed through the phone. Now, Shania was a black thick bitch. She loved fighting, especially for me. She loved putting people in their place. It's one of the reasons why I made her my personal secretary and she was now my best friend.

"But how are you feeling?"

"Bad. I can't lie I was heartbroken."

"I hope you didn't let that bitch see."

"Trust me. Hiding my emotions is my greatest strength." 

"Bitch, we need to celebrate!" 

"Tonight?"

"Yes! I'll text you the address. There's a club I've been wanting to go to since forever. You need to drink away your sorrows and forget about that man."

"Fine! Call me when you're ready!"

"I'll pick you up at 7."

"Alright."