Sweet Revenge E-Book

J. Garcia

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Two exes meet each other again under the most unexpected circumstances, old wounds are open and the pot begins to boil.

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romance, mature, hurt, drama

Leseprobe

Sweet

Revenge

J. Garcia

Copyright©2018 by J. Garcia

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Seven years. Seven damn good years I devoted to being her obedient lover. What a waste. She was my girl, I thought could trust her. Instead she betrayed me I spend most of my life trying live up to her expectations. Two jobs, bleeding my savings dry, debt after debt all to please that selfish bitch. I use to worship her, well her body at least. I thought I meant something to her, even a little.

“You’re useless,” was her last insult to me before giving me the sack and never called again. I can’t wait to confront her to show her how well I turned out. It made my blood boil seeing her up there dressed like a tramp dancing seductively teasing everyone. And she still looked gorgeous. She’s still driving guys crazy. I still desired her, but not just out of lust. I wanted revenge, raw, dirty and sweet revenge.

Morning 6 hours earlier

His moans softened while I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, my hands laid flat on his chest. I took all of him in my mouth making my grip firmer pinching his chest hairs. He yelped suddenly coming up on his elbows. “Ah, easy baby,” he snatched my hands as if were a cat paws. I smiled and used my teeth to give his shaft a light nibble. He jolted this time as I got off my knees shoving him back down on the bed. “No time for easy, baby, I gotta get this ass to work later.” I slapped my butt cheek in front his face then tugged off my panties. “You’re too sexy to be stripping every day. When will you let me be the only man to have all this lusciousness?” He asked, squeezing my cheek before pulling my hips to him. He kissed my sex slow and deep, licking my clit with long strokes he knew I liked.

“Hmmm,” I let out stroking the back of head as he stroked my lips.

“When you get that that big…promotion you want and buy me that big mansion I want.” I reminded him like always. If he wanted me to himself it wasn’t going come free.

“I’m working on it,” he whispered kissing up my belly I arched unhooking the silk bra he gifted me with yesterday.

“Well, you need to work harder.” I tossed it aside and he ravaged my perky breasts like wild animal. “Else I can’t get you so hard each morning you wake up. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes-s-s,” he mumbled in between his soft sucks on my nipples. “Then do what I ask, baby,” I muttered into his ear. I glanced at the clock on his on his alarm machine and hissed. “Shit, its late just fuck me right now.”

“No, come on. I wanna play a bit more.” He protested but jumped on top of me once I threatened to leave if he didn’t make it a quickie. His cock felt good, though Mark was way more virile. Sex was awesome with him, but he was still a worthless bum. I groaned the faster he thrust. His voice cracked when he exploded inside me. “I love your pretty little cunt and the way it makes me come.” He chimed burying his lips in my neck.

“I know. This was fun but now you have to go.” I told him plainly. Tommy grunted while getting dressed. It had been a year since we hooked up and Mark’s on the road doing lord knows what, so it’s no longer cheating.

I hurried into the shower then poured myself a bowl Fruitloops while I read the new edition of Vogue. Jane and Eric were spending the weekend at my cousin’s house which I was totally glad for. I needed some space to breathe and think, think about getting a bigger apartment soon. I readied quickly to make sure catch the 10:00am bus. The door swag apart as I rushed to secure a seat before all was taken. Luckily I got one beside an old man who looked like he was sleeping or so I hope he was. A Chinese lady climbed into the bus holding a baby along with a large knapsack. She stood right next to me. Her face was filled with weariness like she had an all-nighter. The dark circles under her eyes were frightening. Boy, do I remember those days. She took a seat on the other end next to me. Her infant started to cry constantly, she tried rocking him gently to calm him down putting further stress on herself. She asked if I could hold the baby so she could get better settled with the large knapsack she was carrying. As I took the child I smelt poop coming from his diaper. Oh no! She said then ravaged her knapsack for I guess whatever things needed to change the crying infant in my hand. Seriously, couldn’t she wait until she gets off, better yet, until I get off? Suddenly a hurl of milk and oatmeal splattered all over the cashmere blouse I just bought. And the crying ended. Why me damn it!

***

“Mark you stupid piece of shit!” I yelled in unbelievable enraged.

“How could you forget you promised to bring your own kids to the fucking Amusement Park?”

I spat to the poor excuse for a father over the phone.

“I know, Laura, but you see this gig could finally be the opportunity the guys and I been waiting for. I’m serious. Rocky said an agent from PolyGram Records will be there. We could get discovered.”

“Discovered for what? You couldn’t possibly mean that crap you spend each day rehearsing instead of visiting your children.”

“Sweetie pie… ”

“Don’t you fucking sweetie pie me you worthless bum. You listen to me clearly, Mark Stevens. These kids are expecting you to show up on Saturday and you will. Or else, I’m heading over to Social Services tomorrow to complain about your late monthly child support checks. You got that Ass-wipe?” I told him dryly.

Candy entered in her mini Cheerleader custom her A-cup boobs barely visible. “You’re up. Don’t keep ‘em waiting.” As if I needed her to tell me.

“Laura, please.” He pleaded.

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