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All dressed up, I pulled out the three different-coloured pills I took occasionally and stared at the little drugs that had become a part of me for a long time.

Red one is contraceptive. 

White one is a soothener.

Brown rubber one is a sex hormone depressant.

Three pills that cost a fortune—because they were pills without side effects. Pills that were quite necessary in my life. I threw them into my mouth and drank water to push them down.

Ready to go, I picked up my bag and headed out. I was still beating myself up for not getting Santos to pick a location right there in my office as I drove to his home. A big mistake on my part.

“Come to the house, Rosy,” he'd drawled. “Don't tell me you've forgotten how to get here.”

I hadn't, but I didn't tell him that. My hesitation was because I knew Santos was the only person in that house, and when Santos was alone at home, he'd be busy. The manwhore.

That house also held great memories for me—memories I buried years ago and had to try harder to make sure they stayed that way.

“You're coming, right?” he'd asked when I remained silent.

“I am,” I answered because I wanted to handle our situation like an adult. After all, I was doing it for my uncle.

By 8 pm, my heels clicked on the tiled floor as I walked into the building of Santos’s house. At the door, I hesitated. For a moment—just for a moment—I considered leaving. But then I thought against it.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and it cracked open. I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. I didn't bother to announce my arrival because I knew Santos was aware of it. Knowing the interior of his luxurious house well, I navigated through the long hallway and cut through the turn that led to the living room. Then I heard a feminine moan.

I froze. It was coming from the end of the hallway—his bedroom. Another moan rose in the air from a different feminine voice. 

“Oh, baby...” one of them moaned, while the other one's voice was more muffled.

Apparently, one was giving him a blowjob while the other was probably getting sucked by him. My spine tingled, and my legs turned to rubber. I held the wall for support as I gritted my teeth over the waves of arousal that flooded through me. God, he really was an asshole. I didn't know why I was surprised, really; Santos had done worse before. I didn’t know why I thought six years would have change him. 

The arousal starting inside me caused anxiety to rise. Twice in a day—and it hadn’t even been an hour since I took the pills. That was not normal at all.

Get a hold of yourself, Rosianna. You can do this. 

I grit my teeth, trying hard to control myself while calling Santos every rotten name I could think of in my head. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like that, knowing I'd be visiting, and yet having girls around in the house. It was usual for him, actually.

However, after six years, Santos didn't know what I'd turned into.

I took several deep, shaky breaths. Feeling a bit calmer, I pushed the door open and entered. Just as I predicted, he had his head in between a woman's leg while the other woman sucked him. 

Everything I did in the hallway didn't prepare me for the sight in the room. Waves of arousal slammed through me so intense that for a moment, I swayed on my feet. 

My face was without expression, and my body was struggling with composure, but I walked to the sofa and lowered myself on it, glaring hard at the jerk in front of me.

SANTOS

I know I'm a jerk. Really, I do, and I don’t care.

It was beyond infuriating that she would treat me the same way she treated a stranger or her colleagues. That cold formality grated on my nerves because that wasn't the Rosianna I used to know. I didn’t know what went wrong with her, but it was as if the girl I used to know didn't exist anymore.

The Rosy I knew wouldn't have entered the room. And if she did, her cheeks would be on fire and her innocent eyes would be glaring at me for what I was doing. Then she'd make sure to ruin the show and send the girls running.

The composed woman in the room without any sort of feeling in her was someone I didn't even know. And someone I wouldn’t allow to stay at all. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. I allowed my lips to stretch into a smile as I stared at her. Let's see how long she could stay so disconnected from her environment.

Without taking my eyes away from her, I flicked my tongue on the clit in front of my face and the girl moaned. The girl on my cock deep-throated me and I groaned aloud. Then I sucked the woman earnestly, licking and raving at her like a dog in front of his favorite treat. I shoved two fingers inside her and the bitch nearly came off the bed.

Rosy's eyes flared. There was hunger behind that cool expression.

I hid a smile, closing my eyes, and gave myself over to the pleasure. Fuck, the girl was a good cocksucker, I admitted. I would have preferred to get the pleasure from Rosy if she hadn't changed so much—if she hadn't hurt me the way she did.  

I pulled away from the woman and stood up, quietly dislodging my dick from the other woman's mouth. I positioned myself on the dazed woman spread out before me. My eyes pinned Rosy's as I plunged deep into the woman and she cried out. 

Heat fused Rosy's cheeks, and I could have sworn I heard her moan too.

While the two women kissed and made out on the bed, I fucked the woman lying down, driving into her with force and purpose. Feeling Rosy's eyes on me was a turn-on. I lost myself in the lush body and pounded into oblivion.

Many minutes later, I grunted harshly as I came deep into the second woman who'd switched positions a while ago. They'd both come before me, and now they played around as they dressed each other, not caring a bit about the new visitor seated on the couch.

“Later, honey.” The blonde kissed my lips before they headed out.

“See you two later, babes.”

Silence descended as they left. My gaze fell on the woman staring at me with banked-up rage in her eyes, and her chin lifted in defiance. But at least her expression was far from composed.