"One more from this bartender." Theresa said to the man behind the bar counter.
He nodded, reaching for his tequila glass to pour her another shot.
"Don't you think that's enough for today?" A hoarse, baritone voice rang out near Theresa who turned to see who the deliciously sexy voice was that wanted to keep her from having a very crazy night of drinking, but what she found was a delicious, juicy chest hidden by a tight-fitting dress shirt that made it so she could count every sip from her belly, she bit her lower lip with desire.
"Oh Barman, this handsome one is trying to forbid me from celebrating my emotional freedom." She complained to the Barman pointing at the man behind her.
"Salvior, I'll take you home." Take care of things around here.
The bartender nodded in agreement.
The man pulled her by the arm, leading her out of the club. Theresa babbled in complaint, but she didn't have enough strength to fight the man. He took her to his sports car and carefully seated her in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt. He walked around the car settling into the driver's seat.
Before starting the car he picked up his phone and called Theresa's father who answered at the first ring.
"How is my daughter?"
"Well, she is sleeping in the passenger seat." I'm taking her home.
"Thank you for taking care of her, Hector.
"No need to thank you, Johan, friends are for these things.
Hector disconnected the call, started the car and headed to the apartment where Theresa lived.
***
Her dream, Theresa relived the fateful day she'd had, she paced with eagerness and determination down the promenade of the busy street her fiancé lived on. She wanted to surprise him, hence the uncontrolled excitement.
They had been together for seven years, but only about a year and a half they were engaged, throughout their courtship Ryan had always been a caring and caring guy, but in recent times Theresa has been noticing that her fiancé was increasingly distant. She had come to suspect that he had betrayed her, but she had never been able to prove such distrust.
Even with all these mishaps, I loved him and that was all that mattered. Deep in his heart, Michaels knew there was no turning back and that they were together just for convenience. As he entered the building where Ryan's apartment was located, she took a deep breath, exiting the lobby and walking to the elevators.
Entering one of the elevators alone, Theresa shook his hands trying to dispel the bad feeling that struck her at that moment. She took a deep breath through his nose and released it through his mouth in a calmer breath. It really calmed their spirits. Hearing the plim of the elevator informing her that she had reached the desired floor, she opened her eyes as she exited the elevator.
The hallway of the empty and silent floor reminded her of happy moments, which she spent next to her boyfriend at the time, now engaged. He really wasn't the person he used to be. Lost in the thoughts of a time that can no longer return, she finally realized that the door to Ryan's apartment had arrived, but to her utter incredulity the door was ajar.
Without thinking properly she pushes the door facing a scenario that for Theresa was of terror. Ryan sat on the couch with his back to the door, his hoarse moans heard loud and clear, a woman kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth.
"Ahhh, you bitch!... It sucks... Aww... So you finish me off." Ryan groaned between his words.
Theresa expects everything except what was in front of her, she wanted to stop looking but unfortunately she couldn't, or fortunately. She remained silent waiting to see how far it would go, but what she most wanted to know was who that bitch was who was sucking on her fiancé.
It was as if something held her like a statue seeing the scene before her eyes, her eyes watering with unshed tears, blurred her vision, but she remained with her eyes fixed on Ryan and the whore who sucked him.
"Unham," Theresa cleared her throat, no longer able to see the degrading scene that unfolded with the greatest naturalness in front of her.
Ryan was startled and turned his head toward the sound, jumping in fright, his expression going from almost gauzing to regretful dog in seconds.
"It's over."
That was Theresa Michaels' only words to her now ex-fiancé, she didn't wait for his lame excuse, she left his apartment with her head held high and her steps decided.
***
As soon as Hector parked his car in the underground parking lot of the building Theresa lived in, he looked at the young woman asleep in the passenger seat of his sports car.
Her quiet breathing was a balm compared to the avalanche of feelings he felt at that instant.
"Holy crap! How beautiful and hot Theresa looked." Hector thought watching Theresa's serene face.
He got out of the car and turned toward the passenger door, opened the door, took off Theresa's seat belt and took her on his lap. She nestled into Hector's chest who gave a small hoarse moan in satisfaction at having her in his arms.
He smelled strawberry and honey coming from her, which made him instantly excited, but Hector couldn't have her, Theresa Michaels was his best friend's daughter, he shook his head lightly in an attempt to dispel such thoughts in his mind.
He entered the elevator with her in his arms, his cock bothering the dark blue jeans he wore, but he tried to ignore that fact. He thought of anything in an attempt to lower his erection, but none of it stuck.
When they finally reached the floor where Theresa's apartment was located, Hector left in a hurry, following the empty corridor. He took the key from the bag she was carrying, opening the apartment door.
As soon as they entered the place, Theresa's scent invaded his nostrils, making him more and more attracted to his best friend's daughter. He took her to his room and placed her lovingly and carefully on the bed. Hector watched her for a few minutes after he had covered her with a duvet.
"How you mess with me, girl," he thought, going to the guest room, he wouldn't leave her alone that night.