Pain & Tequila

Chapter One

Caelia

“Yes, Ethan, take me all in!"

"Do not stop."

I buried my face in my hands, trying to block off the haunting memories that continued to traumatize me.

I could remember it all, the memories were clear as day; the most disgusting and agonizing scene I had ever seen in my entire existence.

Even with my eyes closed, the disgusting scene of Ethan, naked with another man on what was supposed to be our matrimonial bed in a few days flashed before my eyes. Would it have been better if it was a girl?

I had arrived home with a gift for him for his promotion at work. I was going to surprise him, but I got the greatest surprise of my life. When I arrived at his apartment, I found pairs of shirts and trousers lying on the floor. I thought they were his, left there in a hurry, but as I followed the trail, my ears were struck by moans and pleasure-filled cries. I froze.

For minutes, I was like a statue, immovable. Could it be what I was thinking? I shook my head; it couldn’t be. The man I was going to be married to in a few weeks couldn’t be cheating on me, could he? No.

So I thought, until I pushed the door open, meeting the disgusting and most heartbreaking sight I had ever seen. He wasn’t just cheating on me, but he was doing that with a man! The same man I had known to be his best friend for years, Jaden.

I couldn’t believe it.

Ethan and Jaden didn’t seem to notice my presence; they were so engrossed in their sexual activity, moaning and groaning loudly. My heart broke into a million pieces when he exploded, his moans becoming loud and throaty.

Ethan had never moaned so loudly and satisfyingly whenever we were together. Above all, he never climaxed, no matter how many rounds we went. It was always silent and calm; no emotions, no satisfaction. I thought the problem was me, that I was the one with a high libido who couldn’t be satisfied by him. I have tried my best to deal with it through the five years of our relationship, but I was wrong all along.

Seeing him, completely engrossed, with his loud moans, groans, and throaty grunts, I was hit by the biggest and the most painful realization of my life; The man I was deeply in love with and was supposed to be married to in a few days was gay!

My head floated off my body; I felt completely lost.

I was heartbroken, but when my gaze went back to them, I couldn’t deny the heat I felt between my legs. It had been long since I experienced or even witnessed such intense and pleasure-filled lovemaking. Ethan never took his time with me; he was always quick, few thrusts into me and he was done. I wanted to be in Jaden’s shoes; I wanted Ethan to do all of what he was doing to him to me.

"Fuck!" I cursed, my eyes already laden with tears. I pushed it back, the same way I fought my tears back after Ethan noticed my presence and began to hurl those heartbreaking words at me.

Without any bit of remorse or shamelessness, Ethan told me right to my face that he just wanted to use me.

He had said, "I’m sorry you had to see this, but this is my truth. I never loved you, and after realizing that you were deeply in love with me, I tried to push you away at first, but I realized you would be the perfect person to distract my parents and end their doubts about my sexuality."

His words echoed in my ears. "Fuck you, Ethan!" I cursed.

I picked up the bottle of beer from the table, drinking directly from the bottle this time. "Fuck you! Fuck you and Jaden!" I continued to curse, tears already rolling down my eyes.

I sniffled, shook my head, and took another gulp from the bottle. I was ready to do whatever it takes to forget about the egotistic psychopathic disgusting gay I once thought loved me. Why did he have to deceive me? Why!

I looked around, at the dancing stage and corners of the bar; I could see a lot of people hanging around, their faces shining bright with smiles, echoes of their distant laughters rang in my head. They all seemed happy, but here I was, drowning my pain into this bottle of beer. Tears continued to roll down my eyes.

I shook my head and sniffled. I shouldn’t be crying; I shouldn’t waste my tears on a coward like Ethan, but that wasn’t all. I thought the marriage with him would be an escape from my mom, one which I couldn’t stop wondering if she was my real mom. She never acted like one and never treated me like her daughter; she blamed me for my dad’s death at every chance she got. I thought I could finally lead a good and peaceful life, but now I was stuck, stuck with my mom and the pain of Ethan’s betrayal.

I wasted five years of my life on a gay!

I felt so dumb; how couldn’t I have noticed?

"More bottles!" I ordered. Even in my drunken state, I wanted more.

"Give her double tequila shots and add it to my bills." The deep, a bit hoarse manly voice said. My nipples hardened just at the sound of his voice.

Aside from his voice was the strong projection of a warm and radiant lavender scent into the air. The warmth seems to draw me in instantly, and whoever that person was, I didn’t want them to leave.

I looked up to see who owns this daring and brain-blasting scent swirling around me. There, he stood tall, with leaf-brown hair and mesmerizing shade of green eyes, that seemed to radiate innate vitality, whispering nature's secret and staring down at me with so much admiration that I was lost for some minutes. His perfect face was adorned with groomed beards, dark and robust strands that enhanced the contours of his face. I could see the sparkling stud on one of his ears.

He wore a navy blue expensive-looking tailored suit which carved around his muscular and perfectly built body. When he unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing his inner white shirt which hugged his statuesque build broad shoulders, that tapered down to a narrow waist, a lump formed in my throat.

I swallowed hard at the sight of his muscular arms and well-defined broad chest; the perfect place to rest my throbbing head, to calm my racing mind. I wanted to have my head on that wide chest, to have his tall features on top of me; I wanted to have what I expected to be enormous with the bulging features around his trousers inside of me.

I couldn’t believe I was thinking about doing this with a total stranger that I just met in a couple of seconds ago. What has Ethan done to me?

Looking at his facial structures, I could tell that he was maybe 10 to 11 years older than me, but I wasn’t concerned about it, so far he wasn’t my father. Just at the moment where I was still lost in the presence of this man, the bartender brought the shot he ordered for me.

I smiled at him fairly, picked it up and gulped it down one after the other. It burned my throat fiercely, but seemed to also make my pain fade away.

"Give her one more shot!" This daring man ordered for me again.

I looked up at him; I could see him smiling, his angel white teeth flashing at me. Was he an angel sent to take my pain away? Because since he arrived here, I never thought about Ethan anymore and whatever he did to me.

The bartender brought the shot, and I gulped it down without hesitating again. I found it more and more difficult to pull my eyes away from the bulging features, I kept staring down at his trousers.

"Staring won’t pull off my pants; you have to do it with your hands." The deep voice came at me.

Or was I hearing things now? Did he know I had been staring at him down there? I shook my head and quickly looked away, even though it was too late, I had already been caught by him.

I staggered up from the chair; if I continued to stay there, I might eventually do what he said. Even though I could feel the hotness between my legs and my wet panties, I still had a bit of dignity left in me. As I staggered, supporting myself with the scattered chairs around, I realized that the bar was empty, there was no one around, other than me, the bartender, and this irresistible stranger I had just met.

Or was it just my imagination? Was I dreaming? I widened my eyes with my hands, to see if I was imagining or I was all alone here like I saw.

I was still lost when a hand caught my waist from behind, his body pressed against mine, sending currents of shock down my spine, my legs shook in response.

I knew it was him, the same soothing and warm scent of lavender.

Oh Goodness!

I could melt in his hands. Why does he have to smell so nice?

What I thought was an imagination became glaring to me, it wasn’t an imagination.

I wasn’t dreaming.

I wanted to turn and maybe yank his hand off, to pull myself together and not give in to him, but as his hands gripped mine, moving upward to settle right on my breast, I lose my control.

I couldn’t fight it. Whoever this stranger was, I wanted him.

“Will you like to dance, sunshine?”

What did he just call me? Sunshine? I wanted to scream out in excitement, to tell him to repeat that. Aside from my name, Ethan never called me a pet name in our five years of being together. I should have noticed from there that he never wanted me; I was stupidly and blindly in love with him.

As if he heard my thoughts, he asked again. “Will you like to dance, sunshine?”

Without much hesitation, I nodded.

With that, he pressed his hand further on my breasts, a soft moan escaped from my lips.

Silly, horny me!

I felt embarrassed after that, but his warm breath nibbling on my neck drew me back into the warm of his embrace. His body pressed closely against mine as we began to sway to the music, slow and steady, taking each step rhythmically to the music. Then, he stopped.

What now? A gasp escaped my lips.

“Can you twerk, sunshine?” His deep voice resounded in my ears again.

The hotness between my legs got so intense that I wanted to tear everything I was wearing off and ask him to fuck me.

“Can you?” He asked again.

Slowly, I nodded.

His cheeks brushed against mine as he whispered in my ears. “Twerk for me.” He said authoritatively, and released my hand.

I went down slowly, arching. His hands stood firmly on my waist as he pulled me closer, my toes curled when he shoved my ass against his crotch.

Then, I began.

I started to rotate my waist, exploring his groin and teasing his length with my ass; I could feel my panties getting cold against my skin.

I was dripping wet!

My legs trembled when he began to move with me, hitting me as I wobbled my butt. It went on for minutes that I began to wish we were doing that naked.

Then, he stopped and pulled me up, turning me swiftly, a hand on my waist and the other cupping my face tenderly. I felt weirdly safe in his hands.

When he smiled at me, all that was fighting back to have him in me melted, there was no hindrance anymore, because how could a man have such a beautiful smile?

Then he asked. “Do you want to get out of here, sunshine?”

I was patient to allow him to finish his sentence before settling my hands around his neck and nodding. I wanted to get out of there, to a secluded place, where it was just us, a place where we could do more than this.

He smiled and picked me up from the floor, carrying me in his hands like I belonged to him.

I had no idea of where he was taking me to, but I was all in for the ride!