The Alpha Is My Gym instructor

Chapter one.

♥Camille's POV♥

A broken newly bought iPhone 13 is not a pretty sight.

A naked woman on top of your fiance is not a well-settling view.

Your boyfriend wearing a chef's apron and a cap while getting spanked is not an eye-pleasing scene.

But do you want to know what is worse? Try getting body-shamed and bullied by your rather unapologetic boyfriend with callous eyes and nonchalant moves towards your plight.

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I was still shocked by the horrible, stomach upsetting, and the gruesome scene before me that I didn't realize when the new phone I picked from the apple store for the sole purpose of writing went crashing on the floor and stole everyone present in the room's attention yet they were both unaware of my appearance, the both of them lost in the act while I remained inconspicuous. I had saved for months and requested an advance payment in order to get what I have desired for months now. But my trembling hands were far too jelly to hold anything in place, especially since the relationship I thought I had handled was slipping right in front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My head was clouded, my mind ran hay-wire, and my heart was beating thunderously that I feared it might rip out of my rib cage and I would slum and die without Bonnie and Clyde even noticing, and just like they could read my thoughts, the moans intensified. I could barely contain it anymore.

My blood ran cold. This shouldn't be happening right now and right here. It couldn't be. Jack was meant to be at work. He was supposed to be meeting with an important client, closing this major deal he has been fronting about for months, talking about how rich we would become with millions of dollars entering our joint account while we secured our future.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement, I was fucking furious that the crusty ass motherfucker would dare hurt me this way. Seeing his face sandwiched in between two fat bum cheeks with slimy contents dripping directly into his mouth burned into my brain. A scene that will be needing me to bang my head against the wall repeatedly to get a concussion because frankly speaking, that would save my fragile heart than me being mentally tormented for how long precisely? Twenty-four hours? Weeks? Months? Or even years, seeing that my three-year relationship just went down the drain.

The blonde continuous cries of pleasure jerked me out of my reverie. She was facing the door, straddling him with her head thrown back and her back arched like a bow. Her mouth was wide open, letting out a hard pitch and as if that wasn't enough, she moaned out loudly.

"Yes, Jack the panty ripper, fuck me harder than you did during last year's end of the year party."

Jack growled with utmost zeal and flipped her over like a pancake and then he muttered. "I'm about to cum my skinny little princess."

Okay, there was something obviously wrong with this pair. First and foremost, who screams in bed like that? Only delusional sick bastards moan that way and then what the hell was she wearing? Leather straps as lingerie? Is that the latest fashion trend because I would like to remain in the dark and return to my soft silky Lacy lingeries. From the constant humping and moaning like donkeys, I knew the woman sounded and looked familiar. She was the same Secretary that always attended to me whenever I stopped over at Jack's office and to make matters worse, Jack was blindfolded with the red tie I bought him last Christmas for thanksgiving. This is sickening to the bone marrow, I'm over this shit, so I did the only thing I could do. Place my hands on my ears and scream as hard as I could.

"Oh my God! Camille?" Jack tried to cover himself with the duvet and in the process of yanking it from the blonde, they both fell on the floor clumsily.