Cheat

Demi

I don't move as this Demitri guy walks out looking far too happy that I fucked up. I'm happy I did, in some senses, but not in other ways. I mean, I know now I have to face Dean. He's going to be pissed I slept with a random guy. In my defence, it would have been him if he hadn't lied about where he was.

"I can't believe you fucked Demitri. The guy who kills without mercy and has a name for himself," Yas mutters. Her eyes stayed on me like she is still trying to work things out in her mind. It's not that hard.

I was meant to kidnap my boyfriend and fuck him, and instead, I somehow kidnapped and fucked the Don of the mafia. I'm lucky to be alive right now.

"He's the Don, of course, he fucking kills people. What is he meant to tickle people as torture?" Ryan mutters and looks at Dean. "Are you gonna calm the hell down before you get your head blown off? That wasn't just some random guy," Ryan says.

"Fuck that. How could you act like this when you lied to me, Dean? If you hadn't lied, I wouldn't have had Ryan kidnap the wrong guy, and I fuck him," I shout.

"How didn't you notice it was me!" Dean shouts.

"Because he had a hood over his head, I didn't strip him, Dean. I literally touched his cock, and fucked him. I didn't see his body, just his height, which matches yours." I shout.

"We will go," Ryan mutters and runs out, with everyone following him.

"That's some bullshit, no signs that it wasn't me?" Dean laughs.

"Oh, and let me guess. You just thought I was now stripping in a club and rubbing myself up on random guys, right?" I ask and laugh. "Fucking hypocrite. I wouldn't have touched him if I knew it wasn't you. But you...No, you let them women dance all over you, right, despite knowing it wasn't me."

"That's enough, you're acting like a bitch," he shouts, and I laugh.

"No, it's not enough, Dean. He's right. The speed I fucking came with him was powerful, makes me want to do it again."

"Yeah, well, have at it, 'cause I've been fucking the women in the club for months," he laughs, and I stare. Moving, I punch him, and he groans.

"Get out, pack your shit and leave," I shout, and he laughs.

"With pleasure, enjoy the freedom, Demi. We all know men run from you. You're not fucking sane or normal." He laughs and begins packing his things.

"Just get out, Dean," I shout and watch as he moves slowly.

"You know you won't find anyone better than me. You're going to be the scraping the bottom of the barrel in the hopes of finding someone who will put up with your shit," he says while laughing.

"Rather be scraping the bottom of the barrel than fucking a human sex toy," I snap, and he laughs.

"One that so many enjoyed behind your back." He steps closer and grips my chin. "I would say let's fuck once more to say goodbye, but it's not worth the crazy you might infect me with." He laughs, and I swing my knee up.

I watch as he falls backwards to the floor.

"Oh, sorry. I guess my crazy just spilt out a little." I laugh and watch as he grabs his bags and runs out. Asshole.

There goes another year wasted on a guy who can't understand what commitment means. Stripping, I step into the shower. My head falls back, and I remember earlier.

I hadn't noticed it wasn't Dean. I was too high from adrenaline from kidnapping to consider it. Still, the way that guy looked at me once I removed the bag, it felt like he was burning me from the insides.

He barely took his eyes off me the entire time until he had walked out of the apartment. Then there's his promise to kidnap me. Was that shit real, or just him playing along?

I don't know. Groaning, I shut the water off and mentally screamed abuse at myself for being such a fool. Then again, if I didn't, would I even know Dean was cheating? I feel like I wouldn't. He was meant to be in a meeting, but clearly, he wasn't.

Climbing into bed, I consider Dean's words. I know I'm crazy. I know that I am a handful. I actually accepted that and warned him of it. It was him who said I wasn't crazy or a handful. Just those men who tried to understand me were boys.

Well, Dean, I think you just put yourself in the bracket of being a boy. Reaching for the phone, I hit the number and wait.

"Demi, looking forward to the pleasant dreams of Mr Mafia Boss?" Yas asks while laughing.

"Dean is gone. I threw him out," I reply, and she laughs.

"About time, he was a jerk. Now, let's talk about the one you kidnapped. He's returning for you, right?" she asks.

"I don't know. He said he was going to kidnap me back. Like, was he being serious? Or just playing along with the damn game Yas? I really don't want to be kidnapped by the Don." I can't be. I am too wild and crazy.

"Based on how he was looking at you, Demi. I wouldn't be shocked if he has already got all the information on you. He watched you like he was a predator. So yes, I think he might actually return the favour and kidnap you back," she laughs.

"Yeah, then I'm dead. As we all know, my wild and crazy side will piss him off, and he will shoot me to get some peace and quiet," I reply, and she laughs.

"No, I think he will draw it out of you more. Actually, I think he's the type of guy to play with it. The type of guy who will get pleasure from playing with that wild and crazy side that most men can't handle."

I wish, but I have a feeling I will annoy him so much that he shoots me. I wouldn't blame him either. To be fair, I don't even blame Dean. I'm a handful.

"Get some sleep, and I'll see you at work tomorrow, right?" she asks, and I nod.

"Sure, night, Yas," I say.

"Night, Demi, dream of getting kidnapped by the hot Mafia guy," she laughs before hanging up. No, I won't be dreaming of him. My eyes roll. I will, even I know I will.