Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I’ll never forget the look on her face or the way I came harder than ever before that day. It didn’t matter then that he dumped me right after; I didn’t want him anyway. I just wanted to prove to her that I could take him and to myself, too, I guess.
I used that as my stepping stone, so to speak, and by the third time I moved in on someone else’s man, I was almost an expert. I’d learned how to look for the signs and read them well. Some men laughed in my face and went home to their wives, but most got caught up on my tits, and reeling them in was easy after that.
Justin wasn’t easy, but that just made the chase all the more interesting. I had to try something new with him; I took on the role of friend, an ear to listen when he wanted to gripe or complain about anything.
It started with work related issues when we were working on projects together, which I worked very hard to make happen, but soon I was asking about his life at home, and he didn’t see a problem sharing. A man in his thirties, tired from raising kids, was easy to get to open up.
I learned everything I could about him and their relationship, but I missed a step here, so let’s go back to the beginning. I found him extremely attractive the first time we met, which was months after I first started working there. But it wasn’t until my first party at his home that I met his wife and saw their beautiful home.
All evening, while everyone else was networking, I was weaving dreams in my head about the life they must live in that big, beautiful mansion in the ritzy part of town. The oversized portrait of their family that hung over the mantle in their living room had everyone talking, and when I asked, the women who knew her had nothing but good things to say. Everyone talked about how amazing their family was, and for some reason, that irked me.
The seed was planted, and it was then that I did everything in my power to get close to him on the job. That chance came a few months later, and I knew, as hot as I was to get him into my bed, I had to take it slow. Like I said, it was obvious that he still loved her. I’d seen it the few times I was in their presence together, the way he still looked at her. I wanted that. Wanted his eyes to look at me that way.
I talked about myself a lot but made it seem offhanded as if I was just shooting the breeze or passing time. I made myself seem as exciting and free-spirited as possible. To a man whose wife was a SAHM and had made her life all about her kids and family life, I knew he would find my weekend adventures intoxicating.
When I invited him to go hiking that first time it was just as friends, or so he thought. But I was sure to be as engaging as possible without being too obvious. The tank top I wore wasn’t too revealing, but it hugged my tits just right to be in his face at every opportunity.
When I bent over to redo my lace that had come undone, I made sure to show my ass in its best light. After that, it was just a matter of time before I was touching him here and there, innocently of course, while we worked on something together.
Our weekends together grew more frequent, and it wasn’t long before I felt the shift. I knew it when I called him late one night crying about some made-up shit that I don’t even remember, and he came running; he’d left his marriage bed to come to me, and I knew then that I had him.
My excitement was hard to contain because by then, I had made up my mind that if I hooked this big fish, the biggest so far, that I was going to go all the way. I wasn’t interested in a few expensive dinners or weekend getaways. I wanted it all. That house, that life. The fact that he’s the best lover I’ve ever had only made it more appealing to shoot for the stars.
THE BITCH
I’m such an idiot. Why didn’t I think of this before? I left her neighborhood and headed to the airport. I knew where they were arriving from due to all the posts she’d made on social media, so it should be easy to blend in with other people there to pick up their friends and family.
In some part of my mind, I knew I was acting weird; something felt off. But something has felt off since the first moment I realized I was losing him to her, and I haven’t been able to stop it or change it. It feels like I’m out of control like someone else is leading me around by the nose, and I can’t stick to the plans I had in mind because nothing was going the way I expected or foresaw.