Fatal Attraction

Brianna's pov

I dragged my feet to the door and rang the doorbell. Today has been a hectic day and I'm so glad it ended. I can't wait to just go inside and bury my face in Tony's chest.

My father announced that my twin sister will be getting married to a man he has chosen for her. Brenda refused at first but later caved reluctantly. I am sad because I know it's a matter of time before he finds a perfect match for me too. It doesn't help if I have a boyfriend or not. I'll have to break up with him, just like Brenda broke up with her boyfriend today. She was heartbroken. I had to console her until she finally pushed me out of her room. I was completely drained so I decided to come to my boyfriend.

The knots in my stomach were replaced with butterflies and eagerness as I rang the doorbell one more time. I sighed and concluded he was not in the house. I fetched my phone from my bag and called him but all my calls went straight to voicemail. Maybe he isn't at home. I was about to leave when I remembered that he leaves a spare key under the doormat. I opened it and went inside.

The apartment didn't look empty as there were clothes and shoes scattered everywhere. I picked the clothes up before realizing that some of it didn't belong to Tony. They're a lady's clothes and they're definitely not mine. Just then, I started hearing some sounds coming from the bedroom.

“No! It can't be, it can't be,” I chanted in my head as I strode towards the bedroom. The sounds grew louder but I still refused to believe it in my head. I pushed the bedroom door open and the scene made my jaw drop.

Tony was on the bed with a woman completely. I stood there as the tears stung at the corner of my eyes but I blinked them away. I refuse to shed any tears for this cheat. They haven't noticed my presence as they were so engrossed in their ‘activity’. I couldn't watch anymore so I stomped out of the apartment. I ran to my car, tears blurring my vision. Only when I got into the car did I finally let the tears flow freely. I cried for a few minutes before finally getting a grip of myself. I sent him a text telling him we're over that he should go fuck himself. After sending the text, I released a breath of satisfaction.

I couldn't go home like this looking wretched so I decided to go to a club nearby. I ordered a bottle of beer and downed a shot. One shot turned to two then three, after the third I was so drunk that I couldn't see anything properly.

“Hey!” I called the man sitting next to me. I have been staring at him since I got here, but only got the courage to say hello after I was drunk.

“You are sooo handsome,” I slurped. He merely threw me a glance and resumed his business, downing shots of vodka as if he was drinking water. I got drunk after only three shots of beer and he has almost finished the bottle but doesn't even look slightly drunk.

“You are very handsome,” I repeated

“So I've been told,” he said with a hint of irritation in his voice. I laughed slightly.

“You know, you shouldn't cheat on your girlfriend just because you're handsome and get a lot of attention, it would hurt her a lot,” I said and teared up a bit.

He didn't appear to be the slightest interested in me.

“Men should just stick to one woman you know, trying to expand their choices isn't fair to women,” I said

“You sound heartbroken,” he said and finally looked at me.

“You seem just as miserable as I am, I'm not the only one that's obvious,” I pouted my lips. He shakes his head and resumes his drinks.

“I want to make him pay for hurting me, for not thinking about my feelings, for cheating on me,” I said through gritted teeth and clenched my fist.

“You’re a guy, what do you suggest I do?” I said and stood up from my seat to sit closer to him but ended up stumbling and sitting on his lap. He stiffened. I stumbled to stand up but ended up falling back. I was partially aware of the situation but I was too drunk to even walk. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils and I snuggled closer.

“You smell nice,” I said and tugged on his collar.

“I wonder if you taste the same,” I said and sniffed his neck.

“Stop sniffing me,” he said with the same irritation in his voice but he didn't try to push me away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pouted.

He grabbed my hair and pushed me back so that I'm now staring directly into his gray eyes.

“Do not tempt me,” he said threateningly, even though I can feel his erection in his pants.

“I'm not doing anything,” I grinned evilly. His eyes darkened with lust and he slammed his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily. He broke the kiss and I winced at the sudden disentanglement,

“Not here,” he said. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me towards a room in the VVIP section. Why sit in the VIP when he had access to the VVIP?

He opened the door and threw me inside. As soon as he made sure the door was locked, he slammed his lips on mine again, devouring me and punishing me. He bit my lips hard and a metallic taste filled my mouth. I don't want to think about the blood now as I try to match his needy pace. He hiked my dress up and ripped my pantie before thrusting two fingers in me. I gasped at the sudden movement.

He cupped my breast with his free hand and pinched my nipple. Hard. This man doesn't have a single patient bone in his body. But I liked it. The way he dominated me made me feel so good that I came faster than usual. He removed his finger and undid his belt. He sat me on a table and thrusted in me. I wrapped my legs around his torso taking in his full length. He is huge.

He fucked me for a long time that I forgot all about my problems and was moaning loudly. I am sure all the guards standing outside heard my moans because I didn't even attempt to quiet it down.

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I sneaked into the house like a thief, studying my environment Incase anyone saw me. I am not a thief and I'm actually entering inside my own house. It was past midnight so I'm trying to avoid interactions with anybody to avoid questioning.

I tiptoed around the living room and finally reached the stairs. I sprinted up the stairs making my steps as light and inaudible as possible. I was about to run into my room when someone tapped me from the back. I flinched and almost bolted into my room when the voice stopped me,

“Where are you coming from, Brianna?” My father's voice resonated in my head and I froze.

He is most definitely going to kill me.