Paths Crossed

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Scarlett's POV:

I didn't want to turn around, not now, not ever.

I was stuck, her lips plastered on my neck and to be completely honest... I was enjoying this thoroughly. Pretty soon it became to much for me to suppress, I couldn't hold it in and I let a small moan escape my throat. I mentally slapped myself. I had to stop this, I have a husband for crying out loud! I was so drunk I didn't even register it until now.

I turned on my heels her lips departing from me in the process to face her. I pushed on her chest and gave her a look of seriousness.

"Don't do that again!" I said through gritted teeth.

She just stood there and smirked, that dumb, annoying, sexy smirk.
She cleared her throat ready to speak but nothing came through. She begun walking slowly towards me, I didn't move away. I couldn't. I was frozen in place and she was inches away from me.

After reaching me, she made it so her lips were level with my ear, I felt a hand rest on my opposite hip as she whispered softly into my ear.

"You look wonderful tonight darling... I'm surprised that husband of yours let you out looking like this"

What!?

Shocked, that's all I was. How did she know Colin?! What did she know?! I tried to speak but nothing would come out. My face grew red and I felt a wave of heat rush through me.

She pulled herself away from my body, turned and disappeared into the crowd.
I was frustrated, so damn frustrated! Every single encounter with her I needed a fucking change of underwear. It became uncomfortable after a while and I grew impatient with her antics. Colin and I hadn't had sex in what FELT like months, BUT come to think of it... I don't think we had.

I pondered, thought on it for a minute. Although every time we did end up having sex I didn't exactly enjoy it. Colin would be super rough, not that I didn't like that but sometimes I wish he would slow down a bit. He would last on average 4 minutes, finish and wouldn't let me finish. Then I'd lay there all exposed STILL frustrated, having to finish myself off in the bathroom or when he sleeps. It wasn't the ideal way of putting my relationship out there in terms of my sex life but there it is.

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The next thing I know I'm sitting at the bar again, downing drink after shot after drink. I was done and I couldn't even feel my body anymore. I stumbled off my stool and tried to find Lizzie through the crowd of people.
I noticed her in the corner still with the same dude from before, I made my way slowly over to her, bumping a few people along the way. Almost to her I stumbled over a bag assuming it belonged to the taller woman with blonde hair, caked in makeup. The same woman that was all up on y/n earlier, that's when I had noticed the bag. I bumped into her hard making her spill her drink on herself.
She turned to me and poked me,

"Watch where you're going bitch!"

I looked at her and scoffed,

"Excuse you! Cakeface bitch, lay off you left a whole ass bag on the ground of a FUCKING club what did you expect to happen!!!!"

A look of rage filled her face as she raised her hand and laid one on my cheek. A hard slapping sound and ringing through my ears.
Shocked! I held my face and looked at her in disbelief.

I lunged at her, pushing her making her fall to the ground as I straddled her in attempt to punch her repeatedly. I could feel her trying to fight back as she pulled my hair and tried scratching my face in the process.

She began to bleed and I felt content with what I had done. All of a sudden I feel arms around me, pulling me off this woman. I laughed as I was being pulled away. I turned to find lizzie holding me, looking at me, her face filled with worry. I told her not to worry and that I think it be best we made our way out now.