An Affair

The voices and the disgusting skin slaps get louder with each ticking second. I’m yet to wrap my head around the heart-shattering reality glaring at me at the moment. 

I glance at the door, really considering going in, not because I wanna confront Damon, but because I wanna see for myself that it isn’t my best friend, Penelope in there with him. 

The voice may sound like hers but I wanna believe it’s not. It shouldn’t be. It can't be. She’s not capable of hurting me like this.

"I can't believe Anastasia used to have such a sweet dick all to herself. She’s such a greedy bore," the female voice moans out again, and it’s not helping that she’s sounding more and more like Penelope in every word she says.

Like to give me the confirmation I need, Damon grunts. "I can’t believe such a hottie like you is her best friend either. Like, how do you put up with her boring ass?"

It is Penelope. With that realization comes a painful wreck of my heart. I break down into heavy sobs, crashing against the wall.

"You don’t wanna collapse right here. That’ll be even worse," a voice says behind me. Deep, hoarse, and gravelly cold. I spin around, terrified to see Victor. What’s he doing here? Did he follow me?

I glance at the door as their moans and grunts get even louder. The dead look in his eyes is enough proof that he knows the situation. He knows it’s Damon in there, and he may also know that he’s with my best friend. 

Feeling a great wave of mortification and anger, I break into a run, leaving him there in the hallway and getting farther away from Damon’s insensitivity and Penelope’s betrayal. 

The main hall is crowded so I take a detour that leads me to a back door. I get out of the building, retrieve my car keys from the valet, and drive out of the main gate, hitting the dark, mildly busy street.

Tears blur my vision and I’m constantly wiping at them at every second. My shaky grip around the steering tightens as memories of my moments with Penelope floods my mind. 

They are a lot of memories because she’s literally been in my life right from my childhood days. 

I had a trashy childhood, with a crack-head, abusive father as the main villain. Mother died when I was 10, and I had met Penelope a year earlier, and we became friends. So when Mother left, Penelope became the only one who cared and showed me love. She became both my best friend, therapist, and the sister I never had.

I took all the hardships life tossed at me because she was by my side, comforting and encouraging me through them. She was my only person in the world I would do anything for her.

Remembering all that time she offered her shoulders for me to cry on and realizing that it was all a faux makes me wanna yell out my misery. My vision gets too blurry that I have to stop the car, just to get the tears out of the way.

It takes roughly twenty minutes before I resume driving again. I don’t even know where I’m headed. I just couldn’t stay back there and listen to them trash-talking me while they were having the best moment of their lives.

I see a nightclub at a corner and I’m suddenly feeling a need to get wasted. Driving in, I alight from my car and head into the building. 

I go over to the bar and place an order of whisky shots, not one or two, just keep them coming until I’ve had my fill. The bartender understood and seconds later, I had the shots lined up in front of me.

There’s an aching hole in my heart and I desperately try to fill it up with whisky. The last shot tastes of whisky and a mixture of tears. It makes me slow down, and wallow in my grief again.

With Penelope gone, who’s gonna comfort me when Damon beats me up again and shoves his Casanova lifestyle in my face? How do I cope now that I have no one to turn to? 

Turning to my biological family isn’t an option. Father has the best part of his brain ruined by drinks, drugs, and weed. He’s an addict, and Damon splashes cash on him to fund his lifestyle. So he doesn’t care if I’m happy or not with Damon. 

He doesn’t wanna hear of my miseries. The last time I lost my cool and threatened to end my mate bond with Damon, I got beaten up and he called my father and told him I was trying to end our bond.

Father made me come home and he scolded me thoroughly, telling me how useless my existence was and reminding me how Damon remains the only good thing I’ve ever done. My crackhead stepmom was with him, and they both said the meanest things to me.

I’ll never be able to get the comfort that I need from them. They can’t give me any emotional support and I can’t get it from Penelope either. Damon just ruined that for me. So I'm all alone now. 

Damn you, Damon! Damn you over and over!

Out of all the bitches and ladies in the world, why did it have to be Penelope? I’ve never been so scathed by his actions, but right now, I feel bitter and vengeful.

For the first time, I wanna hurt him, just the way he hurt me. I hope the moon goddess gives me a chance to hurt him a bit. To make him feel this wretched feeling that’s eating me up.

Bold footsteps getting closer make me turn, and I go instantly frozen as he approaches me, 

Victor Pierce. Damon's father. What’s he doing here? Nah, screw that. Why does he look so devilishly sexy right now? My eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. God, I wanna lick that.

What?!

Is it me or the booze? Am I finally getting the courage to wallow in my dirty thoughts of him, or is this just me officially losing my mind tonight?

He reaches to where I’m sitting, and slowly takes the glass from my hand. He chugs down the remaining whisky and drops the glass on the counter. All I do is watch him as if I’ve been spellbound.

Settling on the stool next to mine, he ravages me with his grey eyes. "You shouldn’t drink alone, Anastasia. Let me join you."

I say no words. With the heat erupting in my spine and in my inner thighs, I seek refuge in another shot, the lasting effects of his deep voice make me grab a second shot, as I struggle to keep it out of my head.

"I'm really sorry about my son. He’s an ass, there’s no excuse for the way he’s been treating you-"

"All men cheat, right? So I should be cool with it. Even though he’s doing it with my best friend. I still don’t have the right to complain. So don’t worry, I’m fine."

My sarcasm is rude and off, considering his nice approach. But that’s the problem! With the chaotic sex appeal he carries, his deep voice, and his tantalizing scent, if he adds niceness to it, if he shows me a bit of care right now, I just may lose the last thread of reasoning I have and drop right between his legs, sucking in his balls. 

I don’t want that. I don’t wanna indulge that dark desire. So that’s why I’m being unreceptive, so he’ll leave.

I gasp as he grabs a bit of my hair and sends it to the back, baring a side of my neck. He leans in, allowing me to feel every inch of his hot whiff.

"I’m not just talking about him cheating. I’m talking about the bruises you try so hard to conceal, Anastasia."