Losing It All // Alex Bowman

Chapter Thirteen // Alex

Content Warning: [detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

"Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this right now." Bethany was on her knees in front of me in a dressing room at Logano's studio. She hired the facility for her commercial and as they set things up, Bethany decided she wanted to suck me off.

"Why? Are you afraid your little girlfriend might find out?" My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her ruby red lips stained my skin. It was impossible not to ignore her talented tongue, the way it licked me from the base all the way to my tip as she pulled off of me.

Those pouty lips were nothing but sin, my ultimate downfall.

"Leave Gwen out of this." I tried to say but it came out as a muffled moan.

"Why? Can't she suck you off this good?" My toes curled at her taunt but it was true, this was the best head I've ever gotten.

"Fuck."

"That's what I thought." I hated how cocky Bethany was but also, it was so sinful that I didn't even care.

I looked down at her through hooded eyes, her barely there black halter top left nothing to the imagination. She was completely bare underneath that checkered miniskirt and one brush of my fingers had her calling out my name.

"Ride me," I demanded, pulling her hair so she stood up. Bethany grinned at me, straddling my hips on the couch I was sitting on and sat on me. "You're such a slut, you know that?" Bethany dug her nails into the back of my neck as she moved her hips as fast as she could.

I could feel that familiar build-up in the pit of my stomach as I grunted, letting her do all the work. She rode me until she came loudly, my name like a sinful prayer on her lips. I held her down to me, releasing my seed as it seeped out of her body and all over my firesuit.

"Looks like we made a mess." She grinned at me, getting up and making a show of all the cum seeping out of her. "Should I ask your perfect girlfriend to clean it up?"

"Leave her out of it, she's not even here anyways."
"I'm surprised, I thought she'd be here to keep an eye out on you." I shrugged, closing my eyes at the fight we had when I came into the shop earlier this morning. "Oh, what's that look for?"

"Nothing." I got up, wiped myself off, and changed out of my firesuit and into the backup that I had.

"Trouble in paradise? She still doesn't know that you went to the concert with me or that you slept over? Where did she think you were all day yesterday? I mean, I could show her all the marks you left on my body if you want?" I ignored her as I zipped up and looked in the mirror.

The dark circles under my eyes were covered in makeup, the red lipstick stains faded away when I washed them off. I didn't recognize the man staring back at me. I was on a dark path that I didn't know how to get off. I wanted this though, I wanted the soft side of Gwen and the darkness that belonged to Bethany.

I wanted both worlds and I was going to keep it.

"What do you see in her anyway?" I looked at Bethany who had Gwen's Instagram page up, scrolling through all of her photos. "She's not even that pretty." I rolled my eyes at that comment, knowing full well she was gorgeous. "Have you ever Googled her?"

"Now why would I do that?" I fell onto the couch next to her and watched as she put in her first and last name.

"To see if she's a stalker, that's why."

"I've known Gwen for years, she's not a stalker." Bethany scrolled down the first page that had nothing but her social media accounts. There was obviously nothing there and Bethany pouted.

"I know there has got to be something." Her fingers were fast on the screen, putting in both of our names, and new stuff popped up. "Bingo!" She clicked on a link that went to a website I wasn't familiar with. "She writes fucking fanfiction about you." My heart sank as she said this.

I knew this was something Gwen did in her spare time but I didn't realize how easy it would be to find it under her name and mine. If Bethany could have found it that easy then so could everyone else. I didn't care that she wrote about me because that's how we first got together but from the outside looking in, it looks bad.

I sat in silence as Bethany began to read, she rolled her eyes and laughed at it. "Do you realize what she's writing, Alex? She's writing about fucking and falling in love with you. It's a sick fantasy of hers and look at the date, this was before you guys even got together, isn't it?" She turned the phone so I could see it and my heart sank.

I mean, I knew she wrote about me and I've even read some of it, but now I'm starting to wonder if it was as bad as Bethany was making it out to be.

"This is creepy, Alex. She wrote all of this while she worked for you. I bet that was her plan all along. Manipulate you to fall in love with her. I mean, it worked so far, hasn't it? She tricked you into dating her."

"She didn't trick me..."

"Are you so sure about that? Does this sound familiar?" I began to read the words on the screen and they were word for word about that night on the plane and how I tagged her in an Instagram post confessing how good she was to me.

I stared at the screen as the blood drained from my face. I'm sure if I looked in the mirror I'd see nothing but a white ghost staring back. That's why Gwen didn't want me to read her story because it's everything I've said to her in private!

I cannot believe this!

I growled, pissed off that she would betray my trust like that. Now every single person who has read this knows my deepest thoughts and desires. What happened between us was nothing but a made-up fairy tale only for Gwen to get what she wanted and I was the fool who fell right into her trap.

"I'll meet you out there." I didn't register Bethany's lips on my cheek even though she left a red stain in its wake. 

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A/N: Please don't kill me!!