Why does it sound like I just heard people having sex? Why does my house smell like naughty things have been going on for a while? I should have left immediately after picking up those documents from the couch. Probably that would have saved me the humiliation I got served today. Yet, there was something about the atmosphere I couldn't resist. Like a beckoning calling me deep into something I wasn't ready for—at least not this morning.
Hold on! Did I just hear a moan? A feminine voice in my apartment? How's that even possible? I decided to ignore my thoughts. It's definitely stress. The stress from the weekend shopping and wedding planning. Stress has a way of seeping into one's mind and making them presume things. Maybe my mind is foggy. I had been up all night preparing for my presentation the next day.
But then, I know exactly how my man sounds when he's between my thighs. I know how deep he moans with pleasure, especially when he is about to release all that tension. And right now, I wasn't only hearing a female voice; I could hear a similar voice burst out in pleasure. One I could relate to.
"Damn… Mira, stop this charade. It's too early to project all these insecurities. Already, you are running late for work. Get Going!"
Of course, I trusted Marcus. We've been together in a loving and thriving relationship for twelve years. I've known him since childhood. Our parents were neighbors, and they did everything together back then. I've known Marcus for twenty years. I'm getting married to this man next weekend. I can't wait to walk down the aisle with the love of my life. Marcus loves me too much to hurt or cheat on me. He is capable of no such thing.
"Go, Mira! Leave now! Today is not the perfect day for your drama. Today belongs to Wolfe Dynastic. You should have been there by now, remember?"
This thought left me breathless when I remembered what today was. Just when I was trying to think about how I was going to kill it at the presentation, hell broke loose. I turned towards the exit in a hurry as my phone kept buzzing with work calls. First, my MD called, then my assistant. Thank goodness my workplace wasn't so far from home.
I forgot to carry the documents to my biggest career project. The exact ones I had been working on all night, but I remembered to pick up my slim gummies. The gummies are to help me fit perfectly into my wedding dress next weekend. If it were possible to get strangled over a phone on a call, I'm sure my MD would have executed that plan by now.
"Awwch! I'm loving this, Babe; please don't stop. Go deeper, make me cum my womb out…."
Is that scream coming from my house? Is it the neighbors? Who would be driving a lady crazy at an early hour of the day? And no! My neighbors aren't that loud. And yes! It sounds like I have crickets making love upstairs in my apartment.
"Okay! Okay! Before you sit on this thought. Mira go up now! Go clear your doubts. He's home, right? Don't yell his name; just sneak into the room." Somewhere in my mind, I still believed Marcus was asleep. Or at least that's what I wanted to believe.
And then I saw them. Marcus was wrapped deep between the thighs of a woman, whom I thought I knew. I saw her legs, her toenails, and strands of her hair.
Now here's why I went crazy. They were on the bed I shared every night with Marcus, in the position I loved the most.
Her legs were spread wide, and Marcus was in there, digging in and digging out like he hit the jackpot. Hitting her the way he does to me too. I could imagine myself screaming his name. Begging him to do naughty things to me till I squirt, till I push out all the liquid in my walls.
For a second I thought it was a dream. I thought it was a mind game, and probably I was the one on the bed. Oh, I couldn't wait for my wedding night. Maybe that's why I had all these thoughts. Maybe it wasn't morning yet, and I'm only dreamwalking. What if I'm afraid of my big presentation? I thought that if I stood a little longer, if I rushed to wash the sleep off my eyes, I would see better. I would realize that this was nothing but a nightmare. I didn't know at what point I screamed Marcus's name.
"Marcus!" I screamed. My legs were almost shaky. I almost threw punches at him. I dropped everything I held in my hands to the floor, and then I rushed over to him. I wanted to feel him, to confirm that whatever I was seeing was actually the truth. It was real and not my imagination.
He finally turned towards me, and at that moment, all I could see was a wet projection, which had semen all over it. I couldn't believe what I saw, because I could tell that this had been going on for a while. It felt like this was not the first time, because he seemed to know his way around her body.
This shock alone threw me off balance; it was more like I was about to scream my lungs out. "What is going on here? What are you doing, Marcus? How? Why?… I…" I couldn't even say a word. I stuttered in complete shock, because I could clearly see the woman on the other end of the bed vibrating. Her legs were vibrating, and I could see it. The room smelled of sweat and hot banging sex.
It looked like pleasure was saying hello to me from across the room. I had never seen Marcus being this hostile towards me. The way he pushed me away when I came to confirm that it was actually him. I felt a bit embarrassed, and at that point, all I could do was drop down on my knees. Tears dropped down my face, and I took a deep breath. I didn't want to come out as aggressive to the man that I loved.
What if there was an explanation? What if it was a mistake? Could it be she forced herself on him? And who was this girl? I couldn't even see her face. I was trying to look through to see if I could recognize her.
"How about you stretch towards the duvet and then swing it open? How about you hit her hard in the face? Yes, her jaw. No, her stomach. Oh, where is a woman most vulnerable? Her breast." Oh my god, I can't believe this. I couldn't believe I was beginning to nourish ill thoughts because I was hurting. And why was she afraid of looking in my direction?
Who is this girl? Who on earth is this girl? What audacity? Who is she? She couldn't even wait for hours. It felt like she knew my routine, and she was waiting for me to leave home. After all, who could resist something this good?. I know what Marcus tastes like. He's so creamy. He's so hot. He's too sexy down there. He's thick enough to make a lady drool and long enough to make her scream.
"Hold on! So I actually heard right. And here I was, thinking I was losing my mind and imagining things." I screamed before I even realized it. Marcus was the last person I ever thought would do this to me.
Not Marcus. Not the man I've known for almost twenty years.
"I defended you in my head, over and over again. I argued with my own thoughts. I silenced every warning, every instinct telling me to go upstairs. Even when the sounds were too familiar. Even when my heart already knew." I couldn't hide the pain I felt.
"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt." I continued. "Turns out, that was my mistake. It's a week away from our wedding. A week. I stepped out almost ten minutes ago—ten—and you couldn't even hold yourself together. You couldn't wait. Not an hour. Not even a moment."
"Who does that? Who betrays someone like this?" I groaned.
I stared at him; my entire body was shaking. This wasn't only cheating. This was humiliation. This was Marcus shattering the biggest day of my life right before it even arrived.
"Marcus," I said, my voice breaking but firm, "you have something to say, right?" Because you owe me that much. After everything. After all the years, loyalty, and trust I gave you without hesitation.
And then my eyes shifted. To the woman who was still there, silent and static. And that was when the anger truly settled in my chest.
Because whoever she was… she wasn't afraid of me.