Revenge gone... good?
The sounds were very telling: moaning and grunting. To be honest, I knew right away what it was. But I was... masochist enough to confirm my suspicions. So I pushed the door open and saw them with my own eyes.
My girlfriend, Stacy, was in bed with some guy. She flinched and looked at me, dislodging from his hard dick - she was just riding. Yep.
"Lane! What are you doing here?!" she screamed, her face expressing a pure state of shock.
"What am I doing in my own apartment?! The question is : what are YOU doing, whore?"
Of course I didn't let her answer because it was obviously a rhetorical question.
Clenching my jaws, I made a 180-degree turn and went out of my apartment. I felt hurt and disappointment, but mostly anger. What a fucking slut!
To be honest... I have suspected it for some time, but what man on Earth wants to be a cuck? So, I kinda... pretended there was nothing to worry about. I trusted her. I believed she deserved it. I repeated that to myself until I couldn't. That's why I went home earlier. I had enough of being lied to.
Not knowing what to do, I went to the grocery store and bought alcohol. Then I still didn't know what to do, so I strolled toward the local college where I was working as an assistant lecturer.
I had keys to the room where I worked with another assistant lecturer, Ryder Tane. I was pretty surprised, the door wasn't locked. I pushed them and went in, finding Ryder there, sitting on his chair with a bottle of alcohol in his hands.
I froze.
He didn't even leap to his feet when he saw me. His face was pretty impassive, his eyes just staring at me.
"Hi, Ryder."
"Hi, Lane."
I gave a sour grin, and pulled out my own bottle, putting it on the desk. "Started without me?"
Ryder shrugged. "It just happened. So, what's going on with the bottle?"
"Girlfriend problem. You?"
"Same."
I moved my chair closer to his desk and opened my bottle. We both put our legs on his desk and leaned back on our chairs.
"So, what's happened?" I asked him, sighing.
Ryder winced. "She left today. Moved out two hours ago. Found a new guy."
I couldn't believe it, so I burst into stupid laughter.
"Seriously? What a fucking coincidence! I just caught Stacy with some jerk in our bed. Half an hour ago."
His eyes went round. "Wow. That... sucks," he murmured and took a sip from his bottle, which had already been emptied by ⅓. "These fucking sluts... And their stupid reasons." He philosophically glanced at the ceiling.
"What reasons did Donna give you? What did she say?"
"Some really unpleasant things about me."
"What kind of things?" I asked, even if I didn't really want to know.
"That I'm boring. And passive. And that I have a small dick."
I froze and glanced at him. Yep, he had to be pretty tipsy already to say this. No man likes to make that kind of confession.
"So how much are you packin?" I asked, not expecting to get the honest answer.
Ryder rolled his eyes. "4'' at best."
