Three

Chapter Three

Flashback

Argh! Taylor isn't answering my calls!

I tossed my phone into my bag as I walked along the sidewalk of the city. I love Brooklyn, New York. I was born and raised in Manhattan, but after marrying my loving husband, Taylor, we decided to move to the borough so he could be closer to his firm.

I’m in a foul mood after my client canceled at the last minute without any prior notice. Now I’m left with nothing to do for the whole day. My car is at the repair shop, needing an overhaul, and now my husband isn't even picking up the phone when I need him to pick me up.

Weird, considering today is his day off.

I’m an interior designer at CX Company, while my husband owns a law firm in partnership with his colleague, Rafaela.

I took a cab and fixed my hair as I gazed at the tall buildings, wondering if I should go home or explore the city. I’ve been here for two years, but I haven’t explored all of Brooklyn. On my days off, I usually go to Manhattan to visit my dad and brother. Maybe on my next day off, I’ll take more time to discover this city.

But for now, I wanted to spend the rest of my day with my husband, since he barely has any rest days compared to my scheduled time off.

Stepping out of the cab and walking inside our house, I noticed how quiet it was. Taylor wasn’t watching his favorite football game like he usually does on his days off. There were no plates in the sink. Had he not eaten breakfast yet?

Or maybe he was still sleeping upstairs?

I hurried up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. As soon as I reached the last step, I heard something.

‘Hmmmm…’

What the hell was that?

I furrowed my brow as I continued walking toward our bedroom. The door was slightly open, though I wasn’t sure if that sound I heard was just a moan.

Oh my God! Was Taylor having a nightmare?

As I thought about that, I rushed forward and opened the door. Nightmares can be dangerous, and I couldn’t risk being widowed this early.

I was too concerned, almost scared of any possibility.

Only to see my loving husband being fucked in his behind with a dildo by no other than Rafa, his business partner.

Right. Partner.

Rafaela was holding the dildo on her hand, rummaging my husband’s ass with it rough and fast!

“What the fuck, Taylor?!” I screamed my lungs out. I can hear my heartbeat loud and raging in my ears, blurring my vision as it almost turned black.

Rafaela is the first one who noticed my entrance since my fucking husband has his eyes closed and enjoying what’s being done to him!

How could my husband… is he gay or what?!

When Rafaela jumped out of Taylor’s hole, she quickly throw the toy which landed on the pillow I bought at Home Buddies. She is naked as she hurried and grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

Taylor, on the other hand, jumped out of the bed and walked to me the moment he opened his fucking eyes. The pleasure in his face that I never saw he had with me was changed to a shocked and paled expression.

He was shocked? I’m beyond mortified!

“Oh, no, Lila. It’s not what you think.” he started to explain.

My jaw dropped from the overused lame and common excuse he blurted.

“I don’t think I need to ‘think’, Taylor! You! And her!?” I pointed on them both, my fingers are trembling and my vision seems to palpitate. And what the hell is she doing to your… to you… oh my god!”

There’s a tingling pain in my chest. It’s clenching my heart as if drying out the blood in my veins.

“No, no, babe. Listen-” Taylor took a step forward but I put my hand up to him.

“Fucking stay where you are.” I said in a warning command. He halted.

I closed my eyes shut and tilted my head on the side. I can’t fucking look at Taylor. I feel disgusted, humiliated, hurt!

So what? He is into this kind of thing? What is it called? Kink? But how can he do it with another woman?!

“Babe, listen, how about you join us? It’s been too long since…”

I didn’t understand the rest of what he was proposing, I ignore to let his words sink to me. My eyes darted to him in total disbelief.

I am looking in the eyes of the person who I made as my world. The person who I loved more than myself. The person I married, is the same person asking me to join him in bed while his asshole was being rummaged with a toy and with the aid of his business partner!

He continued to urge me to join them. “... this will be a new experience for us, for you! Love, you’ll enjoy this. Come on, let’s make up for this-”

“Who are you?” My voice has full disappointment in it. I can feel the bitterness in my mouth as my tongue rolled to the words.

Taylor stopped talking, his mouth half-open, his eyes are in tears and in the verge of crying. He is in a panic, he don’t know what to do and he look desperate right now.

But the most thing I hate with what I see right now is the guilt he has in his face.

Like, there’s nothing I needed to ask. The answers are all written in his face. And it fucking hurts.

“Babe…”

“This explains the lack I feel when we are in that bed and doing it, huh? I thought it was me… I thought I have shortcomings and having problems with pleasuring you.” I hissed, trying not to let my tear ran down my cheeks. “But its not me, right? Heck, I’m not even sure if its women you want at all.”

“Babe, please, we can talk calmly and figure this out…”

“Figure this!” I showed him my middle finger. “…up your ass.”

Taylor’s lips formed a flat line and he decided to shut up at last. I gave Rafa one disgusted, full of hatred look before I stormed out of the bedroom. Taylor kept calling out my name once I’m outside the room but I ignored him.

Like a flash-speed, I reached downstairs, grabbed his car keys, and I found myself driving back to the place I once called home, Manhattan.

*End of Flashback*

My mind was blurry. My chest was heaving, and my world was barely revolving. Lost is the right word to describe myself now.

I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol I had in the bar, or because of this guy who fucked me good, or because I found my husband had decided to cheat on me.

I don’t know if I’ll be grateful that I found him with a woman rather than with a man, or what.

Fucking hell.

Two years of happy marriage, and he cheated on me, not just with another woman, but with a woman who plays with his ass and whom he claims is just his business partner!

I should have smelled something wrong from how close he was with his proclaimed ‘business partner,’ but I failed to see the red flags.

I denied it.

I also think he might be gay, considering the kink I saw him enjoy.

I should have noticed it from the way he expertly picked the right clothes for me, the right makeup, the right shade of lipstick and foundation, from the way he drooled over some handsome guy we encountered while jogging every morning!

But I didn’t!

My mind tricked me and insisted on believing that it’s impossible that my husband is bisexual because he married and tied himself to me. I felt how loved and sweet he was, and I felt lucky to meet such a perfect man in this huge world.

But what happened today changed my perspective in life. I can’t see any positive reason to accept what I witnessed. Drowning myself in alcohol didn’t even help to forget that bitter memory, even for a moment.

Then having sex with this man lying in the bed beside me kind of helped.

I guess I am a cheater now, too.

But did I choose to be like this?

I can’t say that I did.

The only thing that pushed me to do this was because I am hurt, I am lost. Not because I wanted to taste or fuck someone else while my husband loved me fully.

Taylor is the one who cheated by choice. He cheated for his own selfish reasons, he chose to hurt me, he chose to commit that infidelity while I believed he was deeply in love with me.

I cheated to survive the pain.

The man beside me moved a little. I opened my eyes, drawing out of my thoughts, and checked if he was still sleeping.

It’s exhausting, the sex I had with this man. But my thoughts are more tiring, and I know I’m mentally exhausted.

For a moment, I watched the face of the guy. Long lashes, high cheekbones, thin upper lip, and a slightly thick lower lip. His brows are even better than mine.

The guy is perfect. Though I have a feeling that I’ve seen him somewhere, though I don’t know where or when.

But he is familiar.

I got drunk in a bar here in Manhattan; I knew most people around my hometown but not entirely. Maybe I’ve seen this man before while walking or clubbing—

“Get some sleep, Lila Sinclair.”

My eyes widened at how he said my name in full. If I told him my name, I might’ve mentioned my married name, but I’m sure not my maiden name. Two years of carrying Taylor’s surname made me used to uttering it out loud.

I’m Lila Sandford now, thanks to the marriage I had with my cheater of a husband, and still, I would not mention my surname over someone I barely know. Especially not to a stranger!

So how did he know my family name?

He opened his eyes when he noticed how my body stiffened.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he whispered in a sensual, bedroom voice.

It’s like a puzzle of wires was playing in my head, trying to focus harder on his face.

Who is this guy? I’m sure he is familiar but… who is he, really?

He sighed and moved away a little.

My heart is thumping loud and hard as I started dozing off from the influence of alcohol, and from having more taste of my own senses.

“I’m Kyler King. Does it ring a bell, baby?”

My hand went to my mouth as I gasped loudly.

Oh my God!