𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

EIGHT

ALEX

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scream into her face. Sabrina becomes red. "I love you!"

"Bullshit." I spat out, rubbing my temples in a circular motion. In just a few hours, my life had gone to shit. I had hurt the love of my life, and I can't live knowing that.

I knew Sabrina had something to do with this, so I immediately drove home and confronted her. Of course, she became the victim.

"I really do love you! I'd do anything for you."
"Take a fucking hint, Sabrina. I don't love you and I never will!"

"It's because of Ana, huh, that whore! You get into bed with that little rat one time and—"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! KEEP HER NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH." I roar. She stays quiet. She looks back up at me, and I see the tears.

"God," I say, exasperated. "Why don't you love me! What does she have that I don't!" She screams hysterically. In seconds, her eyes had become bloodshot, wrinkles covering her face.

I don't answer and instead grab the nearest table, turning it over; a million things hit the floor with a loud, echoing sound.

"I hate you," I say. I hear Sabrina squeak. She's fucking pathetic.

"How dare you say that when you're the one who cheated on me! How dare you?"

"Look around, this marriage isn't real." I sneer at her.

"It's real to me!"

"You live in a fake ass world then," I say, leaning against the wall. She walked up to me, her hazel eyes roaming around my face.

"Let's make this marriage real,"

She takes my hand in hers and puts it on her pussy. I feel her wetness. She was soaked.

"You feel that? I long for you, Alex, I crave for you. Just give us a chance. Our fathers didn't give us one. Please, Alex, don't be like them."

My breath trembles, and without knowing it, I find myself kneeling in front of Sabrina, my lips on her thighs. She whimpers, lifting her silk skirt. I grab her hips and pull her to me, hungrily searching for something. I kiss her legs, her hips, her stomach.

A painful memory of Ana stabs me in the heart, and I stop abruptly. Sabrina tenses. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks breathlessly.

I stand up. "Nothing. I need some time to think." I tell Sabrina, giving her a peck on the forehead. I leave for my room and shut the door. What was wrong with me?

I look down at my arousal. I lie in bed and slip my hand into my pants, pleasuring myself, trying to imagine Sabrina, but instead I imagine Ana here with me. The way she touched me, her eyes, her lips on my skin—the feeling of her tongue on my dick. The light nibbling. A few minutes later, I release, cum all over my hand. I feel so empty without her.

My heart breaks.

I grab my phone and dial her number, but then stop and turn it off.