Finished 09/28/20
Warning: 18+ Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Sexual Scenes, Violence
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Edited on 3/4/21
Finding Love Book One
Samantha Hudson still isn't over her cheating ex but her best friend, Vee, is pushing h...
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Samantha Hudson snuck into her house as quiet as she could. She wanted to surprise her boyfriend with being off of work early. Stopping by the lingerie store, she'd picked out something sexy. Then she'd stopped at a gas station to put it on and covered it with her long coat. Slipping the coat off she put it over the back of the couch. She slowly walked down the hallway on her toes so that her heels didn't make noise. Sam knew he was in his office, working.
That's where he always was. The door was cracked and she looked in as she got to it. Her heart stopped in her throat. Her boyfriend, Ryan Charles, had a woman bent over the desk and was pounding into her from behind. Sam pushed the door open with her foot which made it creak and they both looked up. The woman shot up and started grabbing her clothes. Sam stepped to the side as she rushed out, never taking her eyes off of her boyfriend of four years.
His eyes traveled her body, taking in the red leather corset and stockings. All the way down to her new stilettos. She popped a hip out and put her hand on it. "You're not getting this now and never again." She said as she turned and went out the door. The sound of his feet following her had her swinging her hips. Her bare ass swaying with her walk.
She couldn't believe he was doing this to them but, oh, was she enjoying letting him know what he was going to miss.
"Sam! Wait! I'm sorry she means nothing to me. It was just a fuck." She spun around on him, making him slide to a stop. At least his pants were back up.
"Just a fuck?" She yelled but she had a smile on her face. Maybe she was losing it. Was this what women felt like before they killed their husband in a jealous rage? "How many just fucks have you had the past four years, Ry-an?" Sam bobbed her head, smearing his name, her attitude that she reserved for stupid was coming out. She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up. His eyes tracked the movement. "You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care." She turned on her heel and started for the door. "I want you out of my house by morning. We're done. Don't make me call daddy to make you leave." Sam grabbed her jacket and purse and walked out the door.
Actually, calling daddy sounded like a good idea. She'd love to watch Ryan piss himself when he showed up with his shotgun. Jumping in her car, she drove to her best friend's house. By the time she got there, whatever high she'd had, had faded and she was shaking. Hurt and betrayal taking its place. Ryan was the last person she expected to hurt her. She put her jacket on and ran to the door. Before she got there, Veronica had already opened it. Sam ran into her arms and started crying, hard.
"How could he do this to me?" She sobbed as Vee stroked her back.
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