Entangled Temptations (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 1

Have you ever been in a situation that felt so surreal? So absurd that you have to literally pinch yourself, so that you know that you're not dreaming? Well somehow that's where I found myself. I came home from a photography assignment a day early, exhausted & ready to curl up in my California King Size bed. I was lucky to get the job of my dreams as a freelance photographer for major magazines & ecommerce companies. I was well known for my work whether it be landscapes, fashion photography, or even artistic portraits.

My uber rolled in my driveway around noon time, and nothing looked out of the ordinary. My fiance, Israel's, or as I call him "Smitty" car was parked right in front of the garage, which meant he was home.That was pretty routine seeing as he was a chef at a Michelin 5 star restaurant. His hours were pretty crazy but they were at night.

"Would you like for me to help you with your bags ma'am?" The driver asked.

I gave a soft, tired smile, "No thanks, I've got it, but I'll be sure to give you a 4 star rating. Thanks so much, I appreciate it." I said as I got out of the car.

I pulled my leather weekender bag from the trunk of the compact car, and the driver rolled away. I got my keys out of my purse as I was walking up the winding walkway and pulled my suitcase inside the front door of my spacious 4 bedroom Spanish style home. I closed the door, and put the keys in the mosaic tile bowl that was sitting on a glass and gold metal table in the foyer.

"Babe? I'm home, and I am fucking exhausted!" I yelled as I climbed up the stairs. As I got closer to my bedroom, I heard faint moaning. It startled me at first because it caught me off guard. My first thought was maybe he'd left the tv on loud as he usually does, but when I got right to the closed double door, I heard, "Fuck Is! Keep it right there and PLEASE don't stop! I want to come all over you!"

I dropped my purse on the floor in front of the closed doors and straightened my spine because I just KNEW that this motherfucker wasn't cheating on me in my own fucking home. I didn't give a fuck WHO the girl was, Smitty was disrespecting me in a way that was unforgivable. I opened the doors and on MY bed was a naked, golden, caramel toned woman spread eagle with my naked fiance in the middle of her legs. There was no mistaking what they were doing, as I caught them both in mid-stroke. I was so focused on Smitty, that the woman didn't even register to me.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY HOME ISRAEL?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Ready to maim, torture and kill, I had tunnel vision, until I heard a faint, "Oh my God Liyah!".

    "No one calls me that but Charlie," I thought to myself. I snapped myself out of committing murder, and saw the one person I didn't want to, my fucking sister. Both my fiance & my sister were fucking each other in the home I bought with my own money. They tried to scramble up whatever piece of clothing or bedding they could to cover themselves up.

"Babe, I can explain this I swear. There's a logical explanation on what's going on right now!" Israel said with sheer shock in his eyes.

"Really? What? She came to borrow some clothes, then slipped and your dick just happen to break her fall?" I said sarcastically, feeling just as weary as I was tired from my long trip home. I shot a look at my just as terrified sister.

"No Liyah, I swear I'm so sorry! We just got caught up is all. We were drinking and then --" Charlie managed to get out in a shaky voice.

"Really? You were drinking in the middle of the FUCKING day?!" I yelled, "You know what? Both of you get the fuck out of my house now, before I end up committing a double homicide."