Lace, Sex, Break

Chapter 3

When I had got into my car i drove for about 10 minutes till i had got home. As i would do every night, I went into the bedroom...

"What the Fuck!! Who is she?"

Pink lace bra and a matching panties were across the floor. The girl riding my boyfriend was, well ASAIN. She had black hair and she moaned like a dirty whore! That bitch, who does she think she is. She cant just come waltzing in her and fuck my boyfriend.

"Honey, its not what it looks like!"

"Oh really, then what is it!!"

"Umm, honey just give me a minute to explain"

"Whats to explain?" I said crying and getting out my suitcase " You were fucking that disgusting whore. There is nothing to explain. Were done!"

I grabbed all the stuff i could find. And stuffed it into the case. I grabbed the money i stored in the bathroom. I looked through it. About 4 grand. "That will be enough" i said to my self. I zipped up the floral suitcase and grabbed my purse, phone and sunnies.

"Don't call me, EVER!!"

I walked out the door and into my car. I went back to the office crying and thinking to my self. What the heck have i done?! I am sure that him. Him and that slut of a prostitute will be very happy together. Apart from the fact that when they are done. He will be as broke as a shattered Glass!! I chuckled to my self.

As I arrived at the office. I walked into the elevator with my belongings. Pressed the button and waited till i got to the top.

Once I got the office. I walked in still balling my eyes out Jennifer (my best friend in the office) came to comfort me. She was talking to me asking me what happened. I couldn't get the image that i saw out of my head. That dirty fucking whor.....

I was cut of by Jennifer

"EMILY!!! Are you even listening?!"

"Sorry. I just cant get that dirty whore off of my mind. Why would he do that?"

Jennifer just said, "i know what you need"