“Yes, Daddy,” she groaned. “My wet cunt loves your huge cock. Give it to me harder.”
I don’t know why I just stood there. I’d lost the ability to speak, and I guess I thought if I stared long enough, the scene would change and I’d realize it was some sort of elaborate prank. That they weren’t really fucking. That they’d cooked the whole thing up as a joke, and they’d both look over and shout “Gotcha!” at any moment.
I knew it was ridiculous. They were most definitely fucking, and as I watched, the bastard spit on his fingertip and pushed it into her ass. Victoria screamed his name, and he wrapped his free hand around her hair and used it to angle her face toward him.
“You like that, you dirty little slut? Me, filling you up with my cock while my finger fucks your tight ass?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she amended.
“Good girl. Do you want my big cock in this tight ass, baby? Want me to fill it up with my cum while you finger yourself? Just like last time?”
“Yes, please Da––”
A roar erupted out of me, cutting her off. The gambler froze, his cock and finger still inside my woman, and looked my way. Victoria turned her head to stare at me, a look of disappointment on her face.
Not fear. Not regret or remorse.
Disappointment.
Like my untimely appearance was nothing more than an inconvenience.
“Get the fuck out,” I roared, and the man seemed to realize where he was and with whom.
He stumbled backward before bending over to gather his clothes. I was bigger, stronger, and at least twenty years younger than him, so he played it safe by skirting around me as I stepped fully into the room. I watched him go, listening as his footsteps pounded away before turning back to Victoria.
She stood at the end of the bed, still looking annoyed.
“What are you doing home so early?” she asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shouted, throwing my hands into the air. “What the fuck was that?”
She. Fucking. Shrugged.
“You said we should always keep the whales happy.”
I stumbled back a step and pressed the heel of my hand against my chest, right over my splintering heart.
“Do not try to tell me you’ve been fucking him for me.”
“Fine. I won’t,” she said, shrugging again.
“Get out,” I said, my voice dark and deadly. “And never come back.”
“Oh, come on, Jared. Don’t be such a child. It was just sex.”
I walked over to my dresser on dead legs and pulled open the top drawer. Moving my underwear aside, I grabbed the small velvet box and held it in the air.
“I was going to propose to you tonight,” I said flatly.
Her eyes lit up. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Jared.”
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, my emotions overwhelming me. “I’m not fucking proposing now. It’s over. I want you gone.”
She argued the difference between love and sex for several minutes, but I was a brick wall. I eventually got her to leave, and the next day, I packed up all her shit and piled the boxes on the curb outside the security fence. I texted her to come get it, otherwise the trash truck would pick it up the next day.