Diary of Eros

She's Breaking an Engagement IV - The ex-fiance

Breaking an Engagement

by: Fhrell Cee

DISCLAIMER! I personally rate this as an R-18 work. This work EXPLICITLY depicts SEXUAL ACTIVITY between MALE AND FEMALE which includes force seduction, violence and vulgar words.The characters and events depicted in this work are fictitious or were used fictitiously so any similarity to actual person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Part IV – The ex-fiancé

Alfred Angelus, the name of the stupid annoying arrogant guy sitting in our living room, talking to my father. Did I forgot to mention that he was also the guy I slept with not once but twice when I was rebelling about being forced to get married to someone.

What was he doing here in my house with my father? And why the hell are they acting so friendly together?

I just finished taking a bath when one of my sisters, there were four of us girls and two brothers, told me that there was a gorgeous guy that came to visit.

I was third daughter and so I thought that it was one of my sister’s boyfriends, but well, I did thought wrong. I realized that when my youngest sister and I peeped and I saw a glint of his blue eyes searching the place. He had flowers in hand, in a nicely cut collared shirt and jeans.

He smiled when he saw me but I hid behind a corridor and went back to my room. My youngest sister followed me.

“So whose boyfriend do you think it is?” My sister, Michaela asked curios.

“No idea,” I said nervously looking at myself in the mirror.  Did he saw me? Do I look okay? I just took a bath and was wearing a white blouse and short shorts, so I guess I was looking fine. Anyway, why the hell do I need to look fine just for him? 

There was a knock on the door. I fidgeted. And Michaela opened the door. Standing there was Juvia and Lydia, my two older sisters smiling, with the smile reaching their ears.

“There’s a guy visiting, did you see him?” Michaela told the two which made their smiles looked bigger.

“Did we?” The two asked each other in chorus.

“I get it, I’m going down there,” I told them passing them by the door.

“So you’re in that age now,” Juvia teased me.

“Go on, make it fast or I’ll snatch that gorgeous guy away.” Lydia added.

“What age?” Michaela asked confused, innocent.

“Hush now, Mica, it’s not for children to hear.” I heard them speak which made me turn red. Did he tell father that something happened between us? Uhhhhh! I am so going to kill him.

It was like walking towards my death, every step of the way the agony increases. And then I came to the start of the stair that leads to the first floor on to our living room. What was I supposed to say? What was I suppose to expect?

Well, I expect him to do something, to tease me; after all he had that meaningful smile when we separated after we talked in private, but to go to this extent of visiting me at home, I didn’t expect.