REVENGE AFFAIR

Chapter one.

Phoebe's POV.

"I'll have a gold Rolex wristwatch." I said to the sales girl, wearing a smile on my lips.

It was Jason's birthday and I needed to get him something very nice. I had to save up for months, to be able to afford the gold wristwatch.

"Here you go ma'am." The sales girl handed the packaged wristwatch to me alongside the receipt.

As I walked out of the store, I tried to imagine how Jason would react on receiving the gift. It was something he had always wanted to have.

"Wellington road?" I asked, as I flagged down a taxi.

"Yes. 20 dollars only." The taxi driver replied, picking his teeth with a toothpick. He looked as though he was in his fifties.

"But I went there yesterday with just 10 dollars sir."

The old man got furious and switched the tone of his voice.

"If you do not have 20 dollars, let me go. I don't transport poor people."

Lol. Did he just say that?

If he was rich as claimed, then what was he doing at his age as a taxi driver?

I wasn't ready to banter words with him that evening, so I decided to take the taxi.

I had exactly 20 dollars left in my purse, if I let him go, I might encounter someone with a higher charge.

"I'll pay 20 dollars sir."

"Good. Get in."

I got into the taxi and kept my face by the window, enjoying the cool breeze.

I wanted to put a call across to Jason that I was close to his apartment, but on second thought I decided not to. It's better to be a surprise, I thought.

"We are here now, young lady. My money." The old man asked rudely, staring with outstretched palms.

His voice jerked me out of the train of my thoughts. I hurriedly reached out for the money in my purse and handed it over to him.

"Get out fast!"

I wanted to yell back at him but I stopped from doing so because he was way older than I was. He probably had a bad day, I thought.

I stepped out of the taxi and approached Jason's apartment. I tried opening it but it was locked from inside, so I decided to use my spare key.

"Honey!" I called out as I entered the apartment. He was probably taking a nap in his room, poor him.

As I flung the door of my fiance's room open, I was met with the biggest shock of my life.

It had to be a dream. I pinched myself to be sure I was dreaming, but it wasn't a dream. Everything right in front of me was real.

"Oh my god! Why didn't you call to tell me you were coming over?" Jason asked, looking furious.

Huh? Was that all he was going to say, after I caught him in bed with my best friend? He wasn't even sorry at all. What a jerk!

"B... but today is your birthday. I... I came to surprise you." I stammered, trying to fight back the tears forming in my eyes.

"You should have still called me. Do you like what you see?" He asked, with a smirk forming on his lips.

At that point, I felt my strength leave me. I was too weak to fight back the tears, as I watched my best friend, Natasha, plant a kiss on Jason's lips.

"Natasha... how... How could you? You're my best friend." I blurted out amidst tears.

Natasha let out a mock laughter. She was actually not ashamed of herself.

"I know I'm your best friend phoebe but have you ever asked me if you were my best friend?"

What?! How could she say that to me? Was I the one forcing the friendship all these years? If she didn't want it, why didn't she tell me about it before now?

"I never liked you, Phoebe. You're a poor lady, struggling to make ends meet for yourself. You don't deserve Jason. I can take care of him." Natasha added.

Oh it was clear now. Jason decided to be with Natasha because of her rich background?

"Is that it Jason? You decided to cheat on me with my best friend because of her wealth? How about all we shared? The times you told me you loved me, were they all lies?" I asked, searching his eyes for answers.

He looked me straight in the eyes and smiled mischievously.

"All my life, I have only loved just one woman. And that's Natasha."

My whole world came crashing down that moment. His words were like a heavy blow on my face.

"You're evil Jason! You said you loved me." I fired at him.

Jason wrapped his arms around Natasha and drew her close as he inhaled her smell.

"Mmmhhh... Can you smell that Phoebe? She smells of money."

I knew I should be out of there already, but I needed answers to the thousands of questions in my head.

"If you didn't love me then why did you ask me out?" I asked, sniffing my nose.

Jason rolled his eyes and snapped his finger in the air.

"It's simple, girl, you had what I wanted. Right now, you're no longer of use to me."

It was all clear now. He asked me to be in a relationship with him because my family was wealthy in the past.

My family used to own a large oil company but it went bankrupt and was closed down. Shortly after, all my family were murdered in cold blood while I was away at my grandmother's place.

I fell from grace to grass with no family, left with Jason and Natasha. But right now, it dawned on me that I was alone. They had left me a long time ago.

"So... so... you're not sorry?" I stammered, with so much pain in my heart.

The duo nodded their heads in affirmation. I didn't wait to hear the rest of their harsh words, as I ran out of the apartment without looking back.

I ran till there was no strength left in me. I stopped running and staggered into a bustling bar by the road side.

I needed to drink. The pain inside of me was consuming me badly.

"Can I sit?" I asked, wearing a gloomy face. My eyes were swollen and red from crying for too long.

"Only if you can drink five shots without blacking out." The young man in front of me replied, with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

Huh? Five shots of strong liquor? Even though I once worked as a bartender in the club for some time, I had never drank liquor. But at this moment, I needed more than five shots to get me out of the misery I was feeling.

"Sure I can." I said firmly, while I drew out a chair to sit on.

I grabbed the whiskey bottle and refilled my glass to the brim, before I tipped it over my lips, slowly sipping it as my gaze roamed around the bar.

"You're a stripper, aren't you?"

Was he dumb? Was I dressed like one?

I wanted to yell at him but I changed my mind on a second thought.

"No, I'm not." I said, feigning a smile on my face.

"I want to handle you tonight." He blurted out.

We were both partially drunk.

Huh? What did he mean by handling me?

I wanted to run away but after remembering the reason for being at the bar was to escape reality, I had no choice but to stay. Since Mason cheated on me with my best friend, it wouldn't be bad to sleep with this stranger.

We stood up and staggered to a room which was numbered 306, on the door. The dimly lit room was filled with a steamy manly scent, emanating steam of yearning.

He moved his hands to my back and unzipped my dress, while I took off his shirt and jeans.

"Let's get started... hick." I whispered softly, kissing the soft chest that tasted like an exotic fruit, pouring with nectar.

I was drunk but the liquor seemed to boost my confidence.

With the speed of light, he ripped off my panties, removed the bra from my shoulder and placed a kiss on my lips.

It was a hot and sensual moment for both of us.

I grabbed the back of his head, while my other hand grasped the duvet covering his waist and tossed it to the floor.

My eyes snapped open. And my jaw dropped as the biggest cock I had ever seen sprang free from his boxers.

"Touch it." He said, with a blank expression on his face.

"What?" My lips quivered.

Was he planning to fuck me here?

"I said, touch it."

Of course, he wanted to fuck.

I moved from the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, and the moment I did, his masculine scent just came in full force and it spread delicious tingles in between my thighs.

I could feel his muscles clench as his breathing hitched the moment I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and began jerking him off slowly at first until I was able to find my rhythm. I was pleasuring him, but I couldn't stop getting aroused with every thrust of my hand.

His manly scent was overwhelming me, making me lick my lips before I parted them. I knew he told me to just touch it, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting it inside my mouth.

Oh, help me, Goddess!

I leaned forward and let my nose inhale his scent.

Shit! His cock scent was so addicting.

My lips parted again as I slid my tongue out, wiping the pre-cum that dripped at his tip before swirling my tongue around him.

"Fuck!" His hand flew to my hair, grabbing it so tightly that it hurt, but it only fueled my desire to suck him more.

And so I did. My mouth took him halfway in and began sucking and slurping on him.

"I said just fucking touch it... " He was grunting, but his voice was full of pleasure.

I rolled my tongue against his cock, before I pushed my mouth a little forward, sucking him loudly as my hand continued to pleasure the part I wasn't able to take in yet.

"Fuck!" His fingers around my hair tightened before he pushed my head closer to his groin.

"Take it all in..."

No. Not yet.

My hands went to his ass, feeling them discreetly and using them as leverage to withdraw from his cock and get up from my knees, which he obviously wasn't anticipating.

"What the..." He yelled, his eyes dilating as he glared at me.

I smiled shyly at him like the meek

female that I was pretending to be before I turned his body around to the other side.

I immediately parted his legs and positioned myself on my knees in between his thighs.

His tongue swiped over his lips, and with his eyes still dilating, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging it down, making my head tilt up to meet his eyes.

"You're running out of time, young lady. Make me cum."

"Of course, sir..." My voice came out sultry before I grabbed my breasts and leaned forward, capturing his throbbing cock in between them sliding them up and down, making my body move in the same rhythm without taking my eyes off him.

"Mr Delicious."

What sort of name was that? It sounded weird but I waved it off.

"Yes, Mr Delicious." I corrected myself.

His erected cock was so hard and pointing upward, that for every jerk of my body to let his shaft fuck the valley of my breasts, he was hitting my chin.

It excited me more. I wanted him back in my mouth.

A low growl reverberated from his chest as his grip on my hair tightened.

The animalistic pleasure showing on his face was driving my pussy wild, and I was sure the bed sheet was already soiled with my juices.

When I was satisfied with the pleasure my breasts were giving him, I let his cock free before holding on to his thighs, capturing his cock inside my mouth, pushing my head forward until his shaft hit the wall of my throat.

His hand on my hair began moving, guiding me at the pace he wanted, while he bucked his hips and I just let him.

He was fucking my mouth hard and deep. Drools dripped at the corner of my lips as my eyes watered. He was too big. I had never had anyone as big and hard as him that I was painfully gagging and choking on, but I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock at the pace he wanted, even when he stopped guiding me with his hand.

His grunts and moans were filling the room, sending multiple pleasures down my core. My juice was leaking down my thighs, and I could smell my own arousal.

His jaw tightened as his hands flew to my shoulders, gripping them tightly as his muscles clenched, but he kept bucking his hips and my mouth was meeting his every thrust.

Soon, a guttural growl escaped his throat while his body stiffened as shots of load spurted out of him directly into my throat.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he was filling me with so much that it was dripping out of the corner of my mouth.

It was too much as if he hadn't had any release for days. But I swallowed all that I could gracefully.

When I was sure he was already done,

I pulled my mouth off his cock with a loud pop before I began cleaning and sucking his cock gently.

His hands on my shoulders dropped to the sides as his panting began to slow down. I tilted my head up to look at him while I continued to lick his cock clean. He had his eyes closed, his head leaning back on the soft bed, and he was so handsome, like no other male I had seen before.

His thick eyebrows complemented his deep-set eyes. He also had a perfect jawline and a well-sculpted nose, and his lips, oh Goddess, those plump lips that I wanted to have a taste of.

I was still enjoying imagining his features when he suddenly snapped his eyes open, surprising me and making me fall back on my ass.

"What are you looking at?" His voice sounded cold like we were not on good terms.

Did I just not give him an orgasm? Did he not like it? Was he a jerk just like Jason?

"I just want to know if you want me to do more."

I didn't know where I got my voice because my throat felt so dry, which was the exact opposite of my pussy which was leaking wet already.

I scrambled forward and straddled hìm, only to realize my breasts were still exposed and bouncing around as I moved. I began to fumble to place them back inside my bra when his hands stopped me.

"Don't..." His voice came out hoarsely, and the next thing I knew, his mouth was already around one breast, sucking it loudly and sloppily while his other hand was kneading my other breast.

"Mmmmn..!" A sultry moan escaped my throat at the skillful way he was exploring and playing with my breasts while his cock became harder again, poking at the front of the g string panties I was wearing.

The room erupted in gasps and screams. I screamed as I felt pain shoot through my legs to my core.

"It hurts." I gasped.

"Fuck! You're tight. Is it your first time?" The man's rasped voice fell on my lips.

I nodded ignoring the pang between my legs that was consumed by the pleasure when he settled himself inside of me.

He withdrew his fingers and dug his claws into my sides as he pulled my hips back, thrusting himself into me at the same time.

I lost my mind due to the sensation.

When he was finished, I immediately got up and pushed him to the bed. I slowly inserted his cock into my hungry pussy.

I slowly rode him until his hands went up to my hips to guide me.

I switched to riding him fast, when I heard him moan. I felt energized by his moan.

I felt my orgasm was about to come and I slowly got up, but he pushed me and we exchanged positions as he continued thrusting.

"Turn around." He said to me as he inserted his cock into me.

I moaned loudly as he pushed the big cock into me and gripped the bedsheet, as he further thrusted me.

"You want this." He said and pushed his cock in my pussy wildly.

"Yes... fuck me with that big beast." I screamed.

"I'll fuck you till you cum again. I'm not a two minute man as you can see." He said with a sexy smirk on his lips.

Infact, I wasn't aware of all I was doing. All I knew for sure was that this night was the best night of my life.

NEXT DAY.

Looking around, I realized I was the only one in the club inn. Groaning, I reached for my phone on the bedside pedestal to check the time.

It was ten minutes past nine. The stranger's scent lingered in the room and all over the bed and even on my body. I heaved a sigh before tossing the duvet off me and trudging into the bathroom. Unfortunately, not even a long shower scrubbing my skin with rose scented gel, could take that stranger's scent off me.

Finally having enough of the shower, I exited, dried off and slipped into the sleeveless gown I wore the night before. After running a brush through my wet hair, I let it dry as I checked my phone for missed calls or texts.

And that was when I saw it.

A bundle of money and a little red note stuck beneath the money.

The note read:

'Good morning beautiful, sorry for leaving so early. I'm sorry if I was a jerk last night. I'd like a do-over.

Until then,

P.S Will you marry me?'

My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere.

P.S Will you marry me?

No! That was impossible. Three years ago, I saw Jason and thought we would have a happy ending, but the reverse was the case. All I needed now was power to take revenge on all those who hurt me, and not a marriage to a one night stand.

This stranger, no matter how handsome he looked or how good he smelt, was not and will never be my man.