Paw Paw

Chapter two

Devon Greenelu, is my handsome fine fiance. The love of my life, the man I've always dreamt of, the perfect partner, my soulmate, my best friend, my forever and always.

I love that man with such a passion, it's not even a fucking joke, he is my everything. Especially after my parents death, he's always been there.

He proposed to me on one knee nine months ago, and tomorrow is our wedding. I'm so excited, so happy to finally be one, to be his permanently and me, his.

Today, I knocked off work early. Catarina, my boss had given me permission to go home early, she said I need my rest, seeing that tomorrow was the big day.

"Thank you so much, Cata." I thanked her, hugging her before removing the cafés' apron off me. Luckily, Mirua and Trece were here to help, I wouldn't have to feel guilty for leaving early.

"Not a big ting, dear. Dis fine girl like yourself deserves it." Her thick Jamaican accent pulled a smile on my face. "Now, you go rest. Tomorrow na' be your day, abi?"

Hugging her one last time, I ran out of there with an excited step with me.

Grabbing my phone, I decided to call Devon and tell him I was going to come home early. As I stood and waited for the bus, my phone went to voicemail twice, and so eventually called quits, maybe I should surprise him.

The bus made it's stop, and I jumped in. Smiling at the driver who scanned my bus-card, smiling back as he hands it to me.

It takes about twenty minutes, and soon enough. I'm walking up to the main gates of my small home. This was passed on to me by my parents when they died, they left Yemi the penthouse and me their home that we grew up in.

And so, I've been living here for six years, and a year later I met Devon, a fine looking man who won my heart. We were friends at first, even though I was clearly crushing on him, but ten months in, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and three years later, he proposed, and that's where we are now.

I stared at the beautiful gold ring on my finger, it wasn't anything expensive, but it was important and l loved it because it came from the man I love.

Entering the gates, I walked to the brown wooden door and opened it. What my eyes caught left me a but speechless.

A Panty...

Not just any panty, but a female black lace of string right in front of my couch. My blood went cold as I paled.

I was about to call out to Devon and demand to know what it was doing in our living room, when I heard loud lewd sounds coming from the left corner of the living room. My bedroom, our shared bedroom.

My purse dropped from my hold, and I hadn't noticed I was walking until I stood in front of the door. I didn't have to think hard to know what was going on in there.

But my brain tricked me into thinking that maybe Devon was just watching porn, but as I pushed the door open. I gasped softly.

There... My so called fiance...

He was on my bed with another woman. She was on top of him, riding his dick rapidly as her head was thrown back, her eyes shut, and teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

She was fully naked, bouncing on my mans' dick, moaning out his name like a prayer. Devon was underneath her, his back on the headboard, balancing himself as he thrusted from underneath, meeting her movements with his own. His arms on her hips, and eyes wide on her bouncing chest.