Such Disaster

Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" I yelled, not believing what I was seeing in front of me.tHis is not the way I want to end my birthday.

My boyfriend -ex boyfriend- of two years is fucking my boss, Krystal kenner, in our fucking bed. Her overly tanned ass in the air and my EX boyfriend kneeling behind Krystal, balls slapping against he loose pussy. Ever since I worked for Krystal as her assistant she has always looked like an insulin junkyard mother fucking porno star from Malibu or some shit. A porno that isn't even that good for that matter.

When I walked in and yelled Kendrick didn't bother to look up. I knew he heard me though because I could see that smug smirk on his face. I want to slap that shit right off his face. Krystal on the other hand, she just looked at me with a smile. Her fake D size tits bouncing in her face.

"Hello Rachel." Krystal obnoxiously giggled breathlessly. Then she gasped when Kendrick hit a sensitive spot. She closed her eyes forgetting that I was in the same room.

All I could do is stare at them. Not uttering a word. I don't even know why I've been with Kendrick for this long. I have always suspected that he was cheatin. I just never have it any thought because I really didn't care anymore. Since I don't care I shouldn't be feeling the way I am. I feel resentment, anger, grief, and sadness. Knowing that I wasn't enough, to have him cheat, leaves me with distrust with men. How am I to trust a man's word when I ask them if they are fucking around behind my back?

Having enough of watching the scene play out, I walk around the bed to get to the walk-in closet. Once inside, I grab a suitcase that will hold a few pairs of clothing and important shit.

When I take it down the damn thing hits my head. "Damn, that hurt like a bitch." I say softly to myself, rubbing my head where it was hit.

Getting back to the task at hand when the ache subsides, I grab random shirts, pants, underwear and socks. I don't normally wear bras. They tend to annoy the hell out of me. People usually can see when I'm cold or horny as all hell. I also like it when my boobs jiggle. It feels funny and makes me laugh. Oh god, I'm weird. I zip up my suitcase and lift the handle so I can roll it out.

As I walk out, I can tell that both Krystal and Kendrick are at the peak of an orgasm. Krystal is withering around, eyes rolled bsck, and grabbing into anything in reaching distance. It looks like she is going through an exorcism. Kendrick is still pounding away with all his might, roaring like a God damn bear. Gah, it looks like he is getting ready to eat Krystals head off. Not wanting to watch this strange moment anymore than I already have, I walk cautiously to the door. I'm afraid if I make any sudden movements they will jump on me like parasites looking for blood. I don't even know what I saw in that man.

Finally out of the room I walk down the short hallway to the bathroom. I grab all of my shit that I always use and stuff them in with my clothes. I look up into the mirror and study the chick in front of me. She has dark wavy natural hair, a mix between dark brown and auburn. The strands go over her shoulders and covers most of her loose short sleeved black crop top that covers her C cup tits. They end at the top of her high waisted jeans. The women's eyes are a green hazel that are surrounded by thick black lashes. Her button nose in between two high, rosy cheek bones. Plump lips that rest above a dainty chin. Most guys that she meets tell her that her lips are "total dsl". I just ignore that comment or ignore the person that said that. It depends if the guy is a douche or not. I raise my hand and flick my reflection off.

I walk out of the bathroom leaving my suitcase in the hallway. Heading back towards the now silent bedroom. The door was left open when I went to get my shit from the bathroom. So I can see what is going on before I reach the door way, pronouncing my presence. Krystal is lounging on the bed that I bought with a sheet wrapped around her body. Kendrick is standing at the end of the bed pulling his jeans up and over his boxers. Both of them have hair going wild and lip stick smeared along the bottom half of their faces. They look like some kind of concoction between jungle tribe people and clowns. The visual makes me laugh out loud causing both of them to look at me. One set is filled with  boredom, the other has humour and satisfaction.

"It's about time you caught me, Rachel. I've been meaning to tell you for sometime now." Kendrick says to me.

"Oh a while now, huh? How long has been a while? No, you know what. I don't even care. I'm pretty sure I have a good idea how long this has been going on. I'm leaving, but I will be back tomorrow. Ill text you when I'm on my way and I want you gone. I don't want to see your fucking face. Got it?"

"Yeah, whatever." I turn to leave the room but I heard him say to Krystal, clear as day, "Fucking bitch. She is probably going to whore herself around and then came back to beg me to forgive her. Wouldn't that be funny, hot stuff?"

No one gets to talk shit like that about me behind my back. If your going to say something, at least have the decency to say it to my face. I spin around on my heels and stalk right up to Kendrick. He doesn't even see it coming. I swing my fist and punch him in the jaw. He stumbles back from the force of it. When he steadied himself, he cradled his jaw, starring at me in disbelief. My hand hurts like hell from his bone but I ignore the pain and kick him right in the balls. He drops to the ground into a fetal position.

Kendrick screams, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!," with tears dripping down his face.

I turn towards Krystal who is sitting up against the head board with eyes the size of saucers. I smirk, enjoying the look of shock and fear etched in her face. Just to mess with her, I lung at her pretending that I'm going after her. She screeches and jumps up against the wall, trying to get as far away from me as possible. I look up at her silently for a moment. Then I laugh my ass off.

When I get to the front door I am still chuckling to myself. I grabbed my suitcase on my way to the front door. I grabbed my wallet and put it in my back pocket. Next thing I grab are my keys. I double check to make sure I have everything. Once I'm sure I do, I open the door and walk out.