Homewrecker>Lucaya

1.

Maya grabbed her drink from the front, thanking the waiter and going back to her seat.

"What did you call me over here for? I had things to do so this must be important." Maya said sassily as she took a sip of her coffee. The guy, Noah, that she'd been having an affair with had called her over to a small café.

He looked extremely nervous and excited all at once.  "So my wife found out about us." Maya chuckled, then pressed her lips in a line to keep herself from laughing. "What's funny?"

"Nothing, continue." Maya responding, not daring to release the laugh that was threatening to escape her
lips.

"As I was saying, me and her are getting a divorce. She's going to court tomorrow to get the divorce papers. She got a lawyer and I got a lawyer. Now our relationship can officially start and not just be these trysts."

"Our relationship? We don't have a relationship it was just a quick affair and now I'm ending that too. Looks like you lost two girls in one night, Noah." She smirked, grabbed her drink and stood up. Noah stood up along with her and grabbed her wrist and turned he around before she could leave.

"Wait. I thought you liked me. I divorced my wife for you because I thought there was something intimate between us. You just wrecked my marriage."

"Really? Oh, that's why all my friends call me a homewrecker." She said very sarcastically.

He let go of her wrist and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You bitch."

"Duh. I only made it so obvious. I always left my panties under your bed hoping for your wife to catch them and I sprayed my perfume in your room before I left. You wife is something else for catching it this late. And I can't believe that you thought I'd actually be with you, you're a cheater. Once a cheater always a cheater. Now are you going to keep pulling onto my wrist or can I go now?"

"Are you really that fucking lonely that you have to ruin other people's relationships?"

"I go for married men. I actually enjoy ruining marriages and showing people that love doesn't exist because if the guy sees someone sexier than you then they'll always go for them. It's your fault for actually getting with me and your wife's fault for actually marrying you. So thank you very much, asshole. I'm outta here." She turned back around and headed straight for the door.

"You'll get what you deserve you slut." Noah snarled as he curled his upper lip in disgust.

She stopped on her tracks in front of the door and looked over her shoulder at him. "And what I deserve is to go find someone else to fuck me good because that's something you never did."

Now everyone in the café was staring at them in shock. Maya didn't really give a fuck but she could tell Noah did when he looked around and began scratching the back of his neck. She scoffed and opened the door and walked away. She didn't want to deal with bullshit at the moment she had a pretty bad headache and she just wanted to lay down.

She arrived at her apartment, throwing her keys onto the counter, taking off her shoes and her jacket, and throwing them on the floor. She went over to her house phone and dialed the first number she always did every time her mission would be successful. She jumped on her couch and held the phone to her ear, and waited for her to answer.

"Wassup, Maya." She finally heard.

"Hey, Missy what took you so long to answer?"

"I was in the shower, you always call me at the most random times."

"True. Remember that last time I called you and you were having sex and you meant to press decline but you actually pressed answer. That was so hilarious."

"How could I forget?"

"I still have the nightmares especially when he told you to-"

"Anyways, why did you call me?"

"Oh yeah I was getting to that-"

"Were you really?"

"-me and Noah are over now, thank God. He is one of the worst guys I've ever experienced in bed and he's married! Well correction, he was married."

"Wow. You finally did it, Maya. You have destroyed over 30 marriages."

"Thank you, thank you. I couldn't do it without the love of friends and family."

"You should celebrate, there's this new bar in town and it's like hella famous. You could get wasted and you can find another married man for your next mission."

"I'm into it. You're coming with me right?"

"Nope. Mark is taking me on a surprise trip I'm getting ready as we speak."

"Ugh, you're still with that Mark douche?"

"He is nowhere near a douche first of all and second why wouldn't I still be with him?"

"He just doesn't seem like your type."

"He's handsome, sweet, and charming. He is most certainly my type."

"But he seems very fuckboiish don't you think?"

"Fuckboiish?"

"Yeah."

"No..."

"You sound very uncertain."

"Well now that you make me think about it. You're kind of right."

"See? I know things when it comes to this shit. I've got with over 30 married men. I know a fuckboi when I see a fuckboi."

"I'll go unless you come and pick me up."

"Deal."

Not much I know I'm sorry but it'll get better I promise.