“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him.

I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman.

My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that?

A pathetic loser.

The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaches behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips are red and a bit puffy and I know why that is.

“Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me.

“I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so she would know who I am, “and who are you.”

“I’m his lover.” For someone standing in the unwanted territory, she seems kind of confident if you ask me.

I raise a brow, feeling half surprised and half disgusted, then I snap, “His whore, you mean?” I spit out before I can stop myself, my anger rising.

“Maybe if you were woman enough, he wouldn’t have had to come and get some of these.” She fires back, pointing to her exquisite body.

Another nasty word from her do-nothing-but-stick-it-where-it-doesn’t-belong-mouth. I’m sure I’m going to hit her. “Time is up whore, you can leave now!”

I don’t want to be fighting with another woman over a man, that has never been who I am, but I just seem to have lost every other thing. It started with my job, then my singlehood, and then my boyfriend, then my freedom and then my heart, and now I am about to lose my last shred of self-respect all for this man!

She scoffs and crosses her arms around her chest dramatically, “Keenan, are you just gonna stand there and have her talk to me that way?”

Keenan, whose eyes don’t sway from mine, spoke. “You heard her, Samantha. I advise you to go in pack your things and go?” He strictly orders and just like his words do to me, the lady walks away from us and back to the bedroom without another word.

I so hate this man!

A part of me is happy he’s siding with me on this, but that still doesn’t stop my heartache. He tosses me out so he could bring his whore home.

The lady comes out after a few minutes of being inside, wearing a black mini gown and a black three-inch heel. She picks up her jacket from the couch along with her purse and walks over to Keenan’s side and slips a card into his hand.

“Call me.” she mouths to him before walking away.

I stay quiet, staring at Keenan, who’s staring anywhere but at me now, and I shake my head, feeling disappointed and brokenhearted.

“I guess she did great last night, huh? She was woman enough to handle you then?”

It’s not his fault he doesn’t feel the way you do. My mind tries to warn me, but I’m way past the saving point.

“You chased me out and it's barely twelve hours and you are with her? Samantha?” My frustration grows as he returns all my questions with silence, “Are you even going to say something?!”

“My goodness, woman, what do you want me to say?” He asks, tossing the card Samantha gave him away, running his hand through his hair and huffing out a quick breath.

I shrug, “How about I’m sorry?” I reply as my voice cracks, “for bringing in your whore and making love to her in the place you told me was our home?!” I exclaim aloud.

His head snaps up to look at me. “First off, we didn’t make love, we fucked, there is a big difference and second, why are you making such a big fuss about me and Samantha when we are not even an actual couple, to begin with? You spent the night with your boyfriend and I’m pretty sure you are no longer with your v-card anymore so you don’t get to come in here and ask questions like I owe you answers!”

No, we are not a real couple and no you don’t owe me any answer because you don’t feel the guilt I felt when I tried getting intimate with Levi last night and you are right, I shouldn’t have asked questions, I should have done this.

I slap him hard across the face before I can stop myself and his hand goes to his cheeks and slowly palms it to ease the pain before speaking. “Damn, I hate to say this, but you hit like a woman.” His eyes display a hint of disappointment.

I slap him again harder than the first, but his eyes don’t hold pain. Instead, it holds a high level of amusement.

“Is that your best shot?” He asks in a teasing tone.

He’s put me through enough misery, and he does not get to have the last laugh. He deserves to feel pain as much as I feel every time he has hurt me this past week, and even more.

I grit my teeth hard and slap him hard on the face and move back; I see blood dripping from his mouth. Horror registers in my face at what I have done to the man before me. I would never have considered myself a violent person for any reason until today. Knowing I can hurt someone, scare the life out of me, but before I can apologise, he runs his hand over his bruised lips and takes the blood into his mouth and sucks it in before smirking.

“I still must say, I’m not impressed.”

I inhale slowly and deeply inhale and my eyes close and my hand balls into a fist and I storm towards him in fury, but to mine and his surprise instead of hitting him like I intended to, I lean in and kiss him hard and deep on his surprised lips.

His surprise doesn’t last long as he kisses me back hungrily, on my mouth and I can taste the blood on his lips. His hands run down to my breast and softly fondle me where I seem to ache for his touch and my fully clothed body.

My hands roam his chest down to his Calvin Klein shorts and I pull at them, but he holds my hand and moves it away, making me frown confusedly at him.

“Love, let us not be carried away and do something we might both regret, okay?” He says, and I can see him fighting to keep the small control he has over himself.

I don’t want him in control. There is only one way of remedying the emotions raging through me, and it’s if he makes me his.

“I want you so much and it’s crazy, but I want my first time to be with you,” I ramble out, my frustration and need obvious.

He stares at me with a curious and questioning look, “You di–didn’t –with Levi?” For the first time, he gets Levi’s name correctly, but I shake my head and look at him. “Why?”

I bite my lips hard. “I don’t think now is the perfect time to bring the reasons up, don’t you think?” my brow rises as my hand moves to grab his firm butt and a squeaky laugh escapes his mouth.

I greedily push myself against him and at the touch and he chuckles, “Patience, baby. You will have your desires and needs met. (Prometto di farti stare bene e te lo meriti per la prima volta) I promise to make you feel good and you deserve that for your first time.” He breathes these words into my ears and even though I do not know what it means, it turns me on incredibly. He makes it even worse by grazing his lips over my ears before whispering, “good thing we are all alone, hun. I would love to feel you, and taste every inch of you.” He teases, kissing my ear.

I moan and weakening shivers run down my spine. “I want you too!” I gasped when his finger circled my nipple through the clothes and they harden at his touch, and I move more against him.

He kissed me hard and fanned his fingers over my hardened tip. My back arched at the sensation, pressing myself harder into him. Never breaking our kiss, he moves his hand up to slide down the hands of my gown and shoves my clothes down in haste and need.

“Someone’s being impatient.” My attempt to tease fails miserably as he buries his lips on my neck and grinds his hard member against my stomach.

“Well, you and me both love.” He murmurs, still trailing small kisses on my neck and dancing his tongue there. “Besides, it’s only even when you are in your underwear as I am, don’t you think?”

I bite my lips and nod in agreement because I can’t seem to form words anymore and he lowers to help shove the gown down my legs and I step out of it only to have him lift me into his hands and my legs wrap around him.

“Your room or mine?” He asks, looking into my eyes.

“Mine.” I force myself to reply before he seizes my lips into his.

We stumble through the stairs as we make our way up, with Keenan still kissing me and I still touching him

I turn the doorknob as we get to the door, and Keenan steps in, still carrying me. He makes his way to the bed and lowers me onto the sheets before coming above me. His eyes filled with lust and desire like I’ve imagined in the past week. He takes my lips into his and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. His hand roams my body covered in just my black panties and black bra and he gently moves to my back to unhook my bra before peeling it off my skin. Coldness hit my skin, but before a whimper of cold can escape my mouth, his large palm covers my breast and softly fondles them with so much tenderness. His head dips and he takes my nipple between his teeth.

“Oh, my!” I moan out and my body arches up in response to his action. My hand tug harder on his hair and I bite hard on my lips. He moves to the other and applies the same torture and my brain freezes and a moan escapes me and I want more. I lift my hips against him, trying to get fiction of some sort to control the want and needs gathering between my legs.

Keenan, who seems to take notice of my manipulation, pushes me down on the bed and inserts his left knee between my legs while kissing my neck and, without having to tell me anything, I rub off on him greedily.

He trails kisses down my chest and stomach and then down beyond. His hand goes down to my panties and he pulls them down and I’m left exposed to his greedy gaze.

“È molto meglio dell’immaginazione (This is so much better than imagination.) So succulent,” he whispers. “I need to taste you. Please open your legs, Vary.”

My legs spread as he tugs a little on them, and I watch him settle between them. “Keenan,” I call out as I felt on edge and nervous while I stare at him.

“Relax, you deserve a memorable first time.” He says and his head lowers down on me, tasting me, kissing me, worshipping me and a cry escapes my mouth and my body levitates from the bed, but his right hand holds me down as he continues without slowing down. My body moves on its own accord and my hand pulls so hard on his hair I fear I might pull it off his head.

I can’t control myself because his mouth and tongue feel so good and I am reaching my peak and I can only take so much.

Tears are streaming down my face as I speak, “Kee–nan, Kee– I’m, I think you should stop. I’m about to– cum, I can’t —” I whimper and stutter and I can’t speak fluently anymore.

“That’s the whole idea, isn’t it?” I can see him grin at me before he continues and no longer than then, I reach my climax, screaming out his name as my eyes shut and my juice pours out.

When I open them up, I see Keenan towering over me and smiling down at me. And my cheeks heat and I cover them up with my hands, feeling embarrassed, but he pulls them away to stare into my eyes.

“That was amazing, Keenan. Thank you,” I say, and he kisses my forehead before getting up. “At least let me help you with that,” I say, staring at his hard member.

“What?” He looks down at his already grown member. “Ah! No, I’ve got it,” he assures casually.

“Why?” I ask, feeling a sting of sadness. “I may not have done this before, but you can guide me on how to do it well,” I suggest and hope to heavens that he agrees.

Keenan’s POV

“I should have known, should have seen and reasoned it out, that something was wrong with her. I would have said drugs if I didn’t know that Vary wasn’t that type of person. But something was wrong, and I missed it all the while, why she kissed me and wanted me and didn’t care that I had been with Samantha the previous night or cared that she might get hurt as she found out.”

“She was so eager to please and meet my every need and desire and as I showed her how to please me, she did an excellent job with both her mouth, tongue and hands. But greedy me wanted more than just her mouth and hand. I wanted the real thing. I wanted her to feel her around me and as I ask her; she was ready to let me have her, and I took every inch of her. I dominated, subdued, consumed, and claimed her body, mind, and soul. And after we both reached our peak, I snuggled close to her.”

“Sound perfect to me,” Rory says the obvious and I turn from the window to him, who is sitting on the bed.

“No, it wasn’t,” I roll my eyes, “the sex was great, amazing! She was incredible, but it was what she said after that wasn’t.”

Rory’s brow rises, “What did she say?”

“She said ‘I love you’,” I reply.