Drunken night with my ex-husband boss

Caroline pov

A rough shove against my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, bitch. Time to see the world," the officer sneered.

I glared at him but held my tongue. Normally, I would have fired back with some sharp remark, but today...I just wasn't feeling it.

Call it ungratefulness or mood swings, but for a person that was being released today after staying in the four walls jail for almost a year. I could have balled out my eyes out in tears of joy,

but noo.

The officer noticed, as he had to make sure I heard his words well, this time roughly shoving me out of the small cell that has been my home for the past one year. "Get up you lucky bitch, I hope you come here again"

I raised my middle finger at him, before taking my dress from the counter. Not after the woman officer gave me a look of disgust.

"Arrogant rich idiots, they always come back" she muttered under her breath.

"Just wait until my husband finds out how you guys treated me..."

I threatened them, having the little satisfaction of seeing how their face turned pale white in sheer terror.

Yeah, I was married, a proud 3 years marriage, and before you would go on to judge. I was accidentally framed for a criminal act in my company.

I gnashed my teeth in anger. I can't wait to go back and find out who had tampered with the company funds and had the guts to frame me for a crime I didn't commit.

It was the early morning hours, I had just come back from my boss office...well with a flushed smiling face and half unbuttoned shirt.

Before you judge again,

The said boss was my husband, Nathan ...the manager of the Johnsons groups limited. An international company with branches all over the world.

"Hello ma'am are you Mrs Caroline" a group of police officers had come into the company straight to my table.

"Yes can I help you"

"You are being charged for embezzlement of 20 million dollars of the company funds, illegal signaturing of banned goods..."

I had blanked out, my mouth opened like astupid idiot, the only thing I was seeing were the numerous zero digits I have never seen in my entire life.

I was not sure I could ever see either.

"You are under arrest Mrs Caroline, whatever you say will be used..."

The police officers would have been declaring my death for all I cared. My only focus was the signature that was like mine, exactly looking alike.

The finger had done a great job, that for a second, I was almost convinced that I had signed an unauthorized check of millions of dollars.

Everything that happened from that day was a blur of actions. It had passed like I was watching a drama unfold before my eyes and before I knew it, I was being charged to 20 years imprisonment.

Yet here I was, outside the stinking wall of the prison, only spending nine months out of 20 years of imprisonment.

Who could have done it but my dear powerful husband.

But my sweetheart, my shining knight in armor was nowhere to be found.

It's been 5 hours since I was cleared and asked to go home, and I called my husband Nathan immediately but he was not picking my calls.

That was odd.

Was he not the person who cleared my charges for me and convinced the police that I was innocent?

Then why was he not picking up my calls for the twentieth time that I had called.

I shook any bad thoughts away from my head. My mood was already sour from the police officers action, I wouldn't want it to affect our reunion.

I called my only friend Amelda. She was the only person and friend I had. I have always had my back.

But Alas, she was not picking either.

A tight knot of unease coiled in my stomach.

"What the hell is going on? Was I gone too long from the world" o exclaimed in frustration, gathering attention from passer-by.

Having no other choice, I flag down a cab. Surprisingly, the remaining penny that I had before my arrest was still there.

"At least the officers were not arm robbers"

We reached our mansion. But surprisingly, everywhere was cold and deserted, like a forgotten dumpster.

After paying the cab driver, I hesitantly traced my path through broken bottles, wastes, and nylon bags to the front door.

It was open.

What the hell was happening.

This was not how I envisioned my coming back to look like.

I had envisioned a surprise home welcoming party. That all my fellow Co workers would be in attendance. And my sweetheart Nathan at the end of the room, holding a bunch of flowers while confessing his love for me.

That was my wish. But coming to an empty house was not part of the deal.

I hesitated at the front door. It was wide open.

A glass of unfinished wine on the table. Meaning that somebody was home.

A sour taste filled my mouth.

Something felt very wrong.

I wanted to turn back,

And then I heard it.

A soft giggle.

My blood ran cold.

I turned toward our bedroom. The door was slightly open, light spilling out into the hallway.

My fingers trembled as I reached for the door handle. I wanted to turn away, to run, to pretend I hadn't heard what I just heard.

But some twisted part of me had to see it with my own eyes.

Bracing myself, I crept to the door of our room, but my hands froze at the handle.

"Oohhh baby..., yes pound me harder...aahhhhh"

Muffled moans were coming out behind the door of my own bedroom.

My heart cutted.

I could hear the pounding of blood through my veins.

What was happening? Without wasting time,

I pushed the door.

And the world froze around me.

A whore was bent over on the bed, with her ass on full display, while Nathan, my husband, was standing behind. His dick buried deep into the whore.

I gasped unconsciously, not believing what my eyes were seeing.

It caught their attention, and they stopped.

"Caroline!" Nathan called surprised.

That was not all.

The whore turned her face when Nathan stopped his movement.

My eyes widened. It was as if I could not breathe well.

The woman that my husband was cheating on with was not just a whore, nor any random stranger.

Noo.

Emelda!!.

come with me

Caroline pov

Emelda!!

My stomach dropped.

I stood there, my entire body trembling, unable to believe what I was seeing. My heart pounded against my chest so hard I thought it might shatter.

It was Amelda.

My best friend

And the man I had vowed to love.

Together.

The whore on my matrimonial bed was the only person I trusted.

She smirked, lazily covering her nakedness with the duvet before draping her arm over Nathan's shoulder.

"Oh," she purred. "You're home early."

The room smelled of sweat, perfume, and betrayal.

I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat wouldn't go away. My mind continued to scream at me to turn and run. but my legs refused to move.

Nathan had the audacity to look shocked, scrambling to cover himself. his mouth opening and closing like a fool caught in a lie.

"Caroline..." he breathed, as if saying my name would somehow make this less painful than it already was for me.

I clenched my fists. "What is going on here?" My voice wavered, but I refused to let them see me break.

I clenched my fist. "What is going on here" my voice wavered but this time I focused on Nathan who looked like he was stuck in the middle of a chess game.

Nathan ran a hand through his head. "Caroline, what are you doing here? You are not supposed... ummm, it's not what you are thinking" he started but I was not hearing it.

I let out a strained laugh. That could have sounded like a broken laugh.

"Is this why you didn't pick my calls? Because you are busy..." I stopped, trying real hard to hold back my tears that were threatening to fall.

His lips parted, searching for words, words that don't exist.

"Caroline open your eyes, don't act soo surprised." Emelda, said giggling. "You belong in the prison

I suddenly felt sick.

"How could you?" My voice cracked, but I refused to let the tears fall.

Emelda only giggled. "Oh, sweetheart," she crooned mockingly. "You are even more daft than I realised."

I flinched.

"You are my best friend," I whispered, disbelief coating every word.

"And you were a fool," she snapped, sitting up, her confidence unwavering. "You really think that i would be friends with someone like you..., i mean just look at yourself, i satisfy Nathan. I give him what you can never think of."

The room spun.

Everything was happening so fast. But through it all, it now made exact sense to me.

Nathan was not the person that cleared my charges to me. It's obvious from his shocked and confused face.

Then if it's not him...who?

I turned to him, my heart aching. "Nathan..."

Finally, he looked at me. His face hardened, his earlier shock melting into something else, something colder.

"Nathan, tell me this is a mistake." My voice was barely above a whisper. "Tell me you didn't actually betray me like this."

He sighed. Then, to my horror, he rolled his shoulders, as if shaking off the guilt, and leaned back against the headboard.

"Caroline," he said, his voice void of any remorse. "Stop acting like a victim."

My breath caught. My worst fears were coming to pass.

"I was meaning to tell you but we are no longer husband and wife anymore." He brought Emelda close to him, "starting from the day you went to prison we ceased to be husband and wife."

His words were harder to my already fragile heart.

Pain that was more painful than whatever I have ever felt continued to wish for me.

Tears welled in my eyes, and this time, I was scared it might actually fall.

Emelda laughed, enjoying the moment.

"You don't belong here, Caroline," she sneered. "You belong in prison. Go and rot there."

I froze.

"What did you just say?"

She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with something dark. "You heard me right bitch. Me and Nathan darling are finally sealing our love by getting married next week."

A chill ran down my spine.

Nathan didn't react, didn't even bat an eye at my direction, he was busy fumbling with her breast to spare me to glance.

Emelda smirked. "right sweetheart?"

I unconsciously turned my gaze to Nathan, as if waiting to hear his final say on the matter.

I clung to the faintest hope that he will remember the love we had shared. Our moments.

Could he throw it away just because of his stupid image...

Nathan let out a chuckle. "You should've never come back, Caroline...

I didn't hear more. Could bear to hear him say the word.

My body turned cold.

And so was the world that had suddenly rejected me, as I ran out of the house in tears.

*****************************

The high bass of the speaker vibrates through the bone. It was exactly what I needed.

To drown in my sorrows. To forget about everything.

Who told me to love unconditionally.

The pain was so great I had thought for a moment I would faint on the way. The pain of Nathan, my husband , throwing away our years of marriage, him and my best friend. Tangled in the sheets...

I shook my head, grabbing another shot of bourbon. The liquid burned through my throat, which I gladly welcomed.

I had run blindly to this place, a high-end club in the heart of the city, the kind of place where people like me come to escape. Somehow, I had managed to sneak in without being thrown out. And immediately, like a safe haven, I had clung to a bottle of bourbon as if it were my lifeline.

Shot after shot, I downed them, letting the world around me blur into nothingness.

"Hey, can I have your money?" a lazy bartender's voice snapped at me.

"What! which money?" I asked a little too loud.

"Twenty-five grand," he repeated, impatience already coloring his face. "You've been drinking all night. Time to settle up."

A slow, uneasy realization crept through my mind. I had no penny with me. I had just come out of prison just a few hours ago.

Shit.

I forced a smile, waving a hand dismissively. "Do I look like someone who can't pay?"

"Right now? You look like someone who won't pay." His voice turned sharper. "Either hand over the money, or I call security."

Annoyance flared inside me. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

I slammed my empty glass onto the counter, the sound cracking through the air. "How dare you judge me like i am nobody."

The bartender wasn't impressed. "Yeah? Then pay your bill."

I huffed, swaying slightly as I pointed a finger at him. "You, you're just a miserable little man behind a bar, begging for change. You probably live in a rat-infested hole, dreaming of some wicked drunk that would tip you for the night."

That was the final straw.

The bartender snapped his fingers, and within seconds, two towering bouncers appeared.

The bouncers wasted no time.

"Hey! Get your hands off me!" I yelped as they grabbed my arms, dragging me away from the bar, despite my struggles.

People turned to watch. Some smirked, others whispered.

I thrashed in their grip. "I'll have this whole place shut down! Do you hear me?"

They didn't care.

The cool night air hit me like a slap as they shoved me out onto the pavement.

I stumbled, nearly falling, but my body was too drunk to register much embarrassment. "Bastards!" I hissed, spinning around to glare at the closed club doors.

Then I froze.

A presence.

Someone was watching me. Despite my tipsy state, I could feel it.

Slowly, I turned.

A man stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He was ridiculously handsome, no, dangerously handsome. Dark hair, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes that burned right through me.

And the way he was looking at me?

Dark. Intense stare that sent shivers down my spine.

My breath caught in my throat.

I should've looked away.

I should've walked away.

But I didn't.

I held his gaze, the air between us thick with something unspoken.

And then, before I could even register what was happening, he moved.

Fast.

One moment, I was leaning against the wall. Next, I was caged between it and him.

His body heat surrounded me, his scent, something dark and expensive, invading my senses. It tickled places I didn't know I had.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice deep, rough, and dangerous.

"Neither should you," I shot back, my voice betraying the tremor in my chest.

I was telling the truth. He fits more in an office than in this place.

He smirked, but his eyes remained cold. "And yet, here we are."

His fingers brushed against my wrist, featherlight but enough to make me shiver.

"You're drunk," he stated.

"And you're in my space," I countered, though I didn't move.

A flicker of something crossed his face, amusement? Interest? I couldn't tell. But what I did know was that he wasn't just some random man.

There was something about him. Something dangerous.

Something that made me want to forget everything. It made me weak at the knees.

I suddenly felt hot all over my body. I didn't know if it was from the alcohol in my system or his dick that continued to rub itself against my belly.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You look like a woman who needs a distraction."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Can you become the man who becomes a distraction?"

His smirk widened. "Come with me."

I should've said no, despite the warning bells.

But noo.

I nodded.

Bliss

Caroline pov

Everything that happened next was a blur of actions. So fast for my drunk mind to process all at the same time.

The lingering taste of expensive alcohol on my mouth, his intoxicating manly scent that continues to drive me crazy.

My mind was clouded, but my body? My body knew exactly what it wanted.

Him.

No matter how wrong it sounded

I didn't want to think. Or try to decide whether my actions were moral or not. This fire was burning beneath my stomach.

I wanted it gone.

We barged through the hotel door. Lips locked in a fierce battle of kisses. His hands roamed all around my body, firm and possessive, as if he were trying to map out every inch of my body.

From my hazy vision, it was a room having a three digit number, but that was the least of my concern, as the door slammed shut behind us.

Nothing else mattered, except this...

Heat pooled beneath me as he trailed hot kisses from my collar bone down to the base of my neck. I ached my neck further, gripping him for bare life, as if I didn't want to let go.

The strange hot man didn't waste time with useless words.

There was no need for small talk, no questions. We were two strangers drowning in lust, lost in a reckless escape from reality.

Like a flash, my dress pooled beneath my legs. I was left with only my bra and panties, but before I could process the situation,

My back hit the mattress, the cool sheets, a stark contrast to the fire consuming me. I heard the zipping of trousers before I felt a warm body engulf me again in a fit of pleasure that sent me moaning like I have ever done before.

I felt something hard and heavy above my pussy, he grinned between the two of us. Waves of pleasure were threatening to blind me, as I dug my nails as his back, pulling him impossible closer, needing more.

I didn't think so . I didn't feel guilty.

Tonight, I wasn't a betrayed wife. I wasn't a woman fresh out of prison.

I was just a woman, burning in the arms of a stranger.

I gasped as his lips suddenly engulfed my nipples. trailed fire down my body, all the way from my stomach down to my core. his hands, leaving a scorching path wherever they touched. There was no hesitation or indecisiveness. The stranger knows his way around a woman's body.

I would give him that. His hands were everywhere, touching places I had not touched before. Areas of my body I didn't know existed until now.

He gripped my thighs in a hard grip, spreading me open beneath him as his head disappeared between my legs.

"Yessss" i burst out in an intense moan. I was seeing stars now. The hot stranger tongue was all over me. It sent bolts of electricity down my spine. I shivered uncontrollably, not used to this type of pleasure, but I didn't want it to end.

I arched my hips against him, my body instinctively seeking more, needing more.

"You're sweet," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with an insatiable hunger that made me wet even more.

"You are dripping wet". His fingers dug into my hips the more, as he pressed his face more between my legs, I felt his hot tongue in me. He was fucking me with his tongue.

I moaned like a bitch. my head falling back against the pillows as he took his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from me. The ache between my legs was unbearable, his actions only ignited a fire that only he could extinguish.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, desperate for release.

"Patience," he rasped, his breath hot against my lips. But I had none left.

I flipped us over, straddling him, feeling his hard big dick directly to my pussy. His dark eyes darkened uncontrollably, his grip tightening on my waist as I slowly rolled my hips, dragging a groan from deep within his chest.

"Fuck," he growled, his fingers digging into my skin as I moved against him, lost in the friction, the heat, the overwhelming need for more.

Then, with a swift movement, he had me on my back again, his body pressing me into the mattress. His lips crashed against mine as he finally gave in to my need.

I felt his hard head just at my throbbing entrance before he entered me in a swift powerful thrust.

A strangled cry left my lips as he filled me completely, impossibly stretching me to the max.

He was incredibly deep. All the way inside me. Filling me up like anything I had imagined.

I clung to him for dear life. my nails raking down his back as my pussy walls tried to accommodate his big dick. I instinctively clenched my pussy, bringing out a strangled growl from him, that remsebled like a wounded animal.

"You hungry bitch" he growled in my ears.

And like a spring let free, he pulled out just before slamming in. I tightened my legs, letting out a moan of pure ecstacy.

Pleasure exploded through me, sending shockwaves down my spine, my body trembling beneath him as I came apart beneath the powerful thrust of the hot stranger.

He knew exactly where to hit. I could feel him every time he slammed inside of me ,hit my pelvis wall. He was incredibly deep, and like a hungry animal, he continued to thrust in and out.

My eyes rolled behind my head as pleasure threatened to swallow me.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the burst of pleasure that followed at his wake.

After a long time of continuous pleasure, I felt my stomach tighten uncontrollably, and before I could react, I saw white for a moment, as I orgasmed.

"Ahhhh, shit!" the hot stranger growled before I felt his dick pulsate inside me. He plunged himself incredibly deep into me, with a huge final thrust, he exploded inside me, coloring my insides with his hot seed.

Our bodies trembled together as he collapsed on top of me, burying his head in my neck, as two of us rode out our high together while we struggled to catch our breath.

I looked at the side and discovered that the handsome stranger was already fast asleep. His body pinned me to the bed.

But even if I wanted to get up, the throbbing pain down my core was a core reminder of what had just happened. But I refused to think about it.

I couldn't form any tangible thoughts again. Not when my mind was still reeling from my incredible orgasm I just had a few minutes ago.

darkness came silently. covering my vision, and I gladly allowed it.

But I had a lingering thought before I succumbed to the darkness.

Who was he?