The Scandalous Socialite
My palms are sweaty, and my heartbeat is thrumming like I've just finished participating in a triathlon. I had felt more anxious throughout the day than I had a few months ago when my boss, William Scott, propositioned me with the most outlandish out of this world proposal. I laugh hysterically to myself as I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Fresh out of college with my head in the clouds, I, Ebony Wright, had taken my first "Adult" job in the Big Apple. I was working for Scott's transportation and distribution conglomerate. After a year of working as the executive assistant of the CEO of Scott's transportation, I was used to William's irate shouting and the erratic beckoning of me to his office. Although William Scott was a large and intimidating man, he treated me like a daughter, making working for him enjoyable. Well, at least on most days, anyway. I scurried into his office, swallowing down a lump in my throat that felt like a shard of glass. As I entered his office, he threw a glass across the room, frightening the hell out of me.
William swore under his breath, waving me over with his hand and stating, "Come look at this shit! If he doesn't do as I say this time, he's fucking out of my will!" Slamming his big meaty fists against the desk angrily, I raced over to his computer screen to witness what had this man's panties in such a twist. I gasped in disgust as my eyes scanned the computer screen. William's beloved son and only heir was splashed across the gossip sites, naked as the day he was born! The photograph insinuated that the trashy blonde on his lap with her skirt hiked up was riding him reverse cowgirl. At the same time, his tongue is deeply embedded in another woman's ass, and one of his hands is grasping the huge knockers of a dark-haired bombshell. This racy image made a Christian girl like me clench my pearls, causing me to fan myself incredulously. William spun me around to face him and pleaded, "Ebony, you're a beautiful woman with good morale. I need you to marry Ethan to improve his public image; otherwise, I will never be able to retire and pass this company to my son!"
William's fingers dug painfully into the skin of my shoulders, rattling my brain as he shook me, as his eyes desperately pleaded with mine. This man must be out of his mind, I thought to myself as nervous, hysterical giggles burst from my mouth. I shook myself out of William's grasps and flung my head back, trembling with laughter, and doubling over at this bizarre request. Wiping the tears from my eyes, catching my breath, I exclaimed, "Mr. Scott- William, that's hilarious! One, Ethan wouldn't be interested in me! He can have any woman he wants. He's cordial with me, but I doubt he's ever even noticed me. Plus, I always wanted to marry for love, not because of blackmail. I'm flattered, but I'm not the one for Ethan!"
William snorted, "Any man with eyes notices your effortless beauty. Any bastard would be lucky to call you his wife. Ethan needs a genuine and kindhearted woman like you. Trust me! You'll have him eating out the palm of your hand in no time, Ebony!" I was stunned, and my insides warmed from such a wonderful compliment, but I was still skeptical about the situation. No one would believe Ethan fell for a simple, unimpressive, middle-class black girl from nowhere; I pondered to myself. I uncontrollably giggle to myself, thinking about how I am not meant to be a trophy wife of a multibillionaire's heir.
"I don't know. I doubt Ethan will share your same sentiments about me. I don't want to be shackled to someone filled with resentment because I wasn't their chosen bride," I confidently declared, not allowing William to stronghold me into a marriage with his unruly son as a desperate measure. William furrowed his brows at my answer and apprehensively crossed his arms across his chest. Then, he blew me away with his following remarks, "I’m a businessman! So, let’s make a deal, darling. I’ll give you fifteen percent of this company if you marry him and a seat on the board. I’ll give you ten million dollars if you stay married for ten years. You’ll be entitled to two million dollars per grandbaby you provide me. My mistake was I didn’t have two in case one was a fuck up. So, I need you to right my wrongs by having a plethora of grandchildren, dear. Lastly, he’ll have to forgo his inheritance if he disgraces my name or embarrasses you with infidelity transgressions. Deal?”
My jaw hit the ground as my eyes bugged out of my head like a cartoon character. No wonder William was held in high esteem and admiration for being an astute and ruthless businessman. I was no longer blown away by his ability to build such a successful corporation. Damn. William had offered me the agreement of any woman’s dreams. How could I turn down this Deal of a lifetime? But I knew this was unethical, so I shook my head and took slow deep breaths to mask the anxiety in my voice.
I couldn’t believe my following words, “Deal. But there’s a stipulation. The stipulation is that I have to be in the room with you when you proposition Ethan with this insane Deal. I want to witness his response to the psychotic break that you’re obviously having in your current stage of parental disappointment. In fact, call him in now. That way, I know he’s not being blackmailed by you, Mr. Scott, to take this offer.” I gave him the sternest “I mean business” stare that I could muster. However, I was quaking in fear on the inside even though my outer persona gave off a calm, cool, and collected vibe.
“A woman after my own heart. It’s a deal,” William agreed with a hearty laugh. He called Ethan and demanded not too kindly for him to get his ass to his office within the next hour. Ethan arrived in his father’s office smelling like strong booze and cheap sex. His eyes looked through me as he entered the room as if I were nothing but the help. I mean, technically, his assessment of me wasn’t false, considering I was his father’s executive assistant. I stood beside William, watching Ethan’s body language intently, as William laid out the proposal to Ethan; that he could marry me or lose his inheritance as a last effort to get his life together before he was disowned. Ethan’s gorgeous face was animated with feelings that ranged from shock to hysteria to anger and a thousand if not a million others. It was the last one that had me subconsciously holding my breath while my stomach did cartwheels. I swore for a short second I’d witnessed desire flicker in the depths of his beautiful hazel brown eyes as his heated gaze roamed my body, causing arousal to course through me as his male gaze scrutinized my physical appearance.
“Whatever you want, dad! Let’s get married,” Ethan muttered wryly as he rubbed the back of his neck in exasperation. That one statement had brought me to one of the most important nights of my life, which had me on edge, making my body jittery with nerves. The wedding had passed in a whirlwind of excitement and now tonight was our wedding night.
“You don’t have to do this tonight, you know? We can wait until you’re more comfortable with me and this ‘relationship.’ I didn’t date you properly; so I don’t want you to think that when my dad coerced you into this marriage with that wild ass proposal that he bought me your body, as well,” Ethan uncomfortably explained as his deep sexy voice; brings me back into the present. The sound of his smooth voice has my nipples standing to attention and desire, dampening the cleft between my thighs. I soak in his disheveled appearance. I take in his black leather Berluti dress shoes, then appreciate his muscular lean frame in his custom tuxedo. My eyes linger on his bow tie hanging loosely around his neck, making me swallow hard as I peep his chest hair because of the top two buttons of his undone dress shirt. My fingers are itching to touch the exposed sandy blonde chest hair sprinkled across his pectorals. His face is flush with alcohol and possibly nerves, which is a far cry from his pristine appearance when I met him at the altar only hours earlier.
His words have confused me. Was this his out because he wasn’t attracted to me? Biting my lower lip, my eyes meet his piercing gaze, and I question, “Do you not want to have sex with me?” I watch as his head whips back with shock and uncertainty crosses his beautiful hazel gaze for a split second before schooling his expression into a look of indifference. He takes a couple of strides towards me, gently stroking my cheek and playing with a loose tendril of curly hair that has fallen from my elaborate wedding updo.
“You’re a lovely and pleasant woman. I am a man. I have no issues with consummating our marriage. I just want to make sure you don’t feel coerced, and this is something you want to do because of desire and not because of pressure,” he whispers, gazing into my eyes and rubbing the pad of his thumb across my full bottom lip. This simple contact sets my body aflame, causing the nub between my thighs to throb and my nipples to become painfully erect.
I gaze up into his dreamy eyes and respond, “Desperately. I desperately want you to make love to me. The majority of women fantasize about losing their virginity to playboy heir, Ethan Scott.” A nervous giggle passes through my mouth as his tall, athletic frame goes deathly still as I witness all of the colors draining from his face.
“Well. Shit! This is a surprise. You’re a virgin,” Ethan says wearily, creating space between us as he takes in the situation. That last simple statement of fact makes me feel ashamed and abashed by sexual inexperience. Especially since my now husband had bedded every female across the country, it felt like, if not the world. He took slow deep breaths staring at me for what felt like the longest minute of my life. He cracked a sly smile sending my thoughts racing and my breathing quickening as he began a striptease for me. Once Ethan had removed all but his black Calvin Klein boxers, he came towards me, twirling me around and quickly divesting me of my Giambattista Valli wedding dress. The princess bridal gown pooled around my ankles as I felt embarrassed standing in front of my new husband in nothing but skimpy luxury bridal lingerie. My heart beats out of my chest as he picks me up in one swift swoop into his arms and lays me gently onto the king-size bed.
The next few minutes are a complete shock to me. The sex-crazed playboy heir coldly kisses me, fumbles with my lingerie, and comes as quickly as he enters into my body. This was not the sex I’d seen on television or read in those spicy romance novels. This definitely couldn’t be the hot sex women gushed about over brunch or Cosmopolitan magazine raved about on the shelves of the store checkout lines. Ethan definitely didn’t live up to his playboy reputation or charm in the bedroom. I expected my first time to be toe-curling, earth-shattering, and unbelievably magical. Yet, it was cold, uncomfortable, and over before it even started. Ethan sat naked on the bed, not making eye contact with me and his shoulders slumped. He muttered a few expletives, avoided eye contact, and got off of me as quickly as possible.
“I am so sorry. This isn’t like me. I ruined your first time. I’ve never been with a virgin, not even when I was one. So, I got overly excited and stressed. I assure you this will be the only time this happens. Sex with me, I promise, isn’t always this trash,” Ethan exclaims, yanking on his tuxedo slacks as I cover my naked body with the sheets. He shrugs on his dress shirt, swallowing hard as he makes his way towards the bedroom door. “I’ll sleep in the living room area of our hotel suite. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me in the bed. This isn’t a traditional marriage of romance and bliss. It’s a business transaction,” Ethan snorts as uncomfortable laughter ensues from his tall, well-built body. He composes himself and continues, “This’s a marriage on paper only so that we both get what we want. We can have children. Sure. It’s an expectation of my father, but the marriage will only be real to the public. While we can continue our lives as we want in private, understand?”
I feel a thousand emotions that I can’t explain, and I blink furiously to hold back tears as I give a slight nod. Ethan stares at me for a second and runs from the room as if it’s on fire. I lay in the big bed alone, feeling bitter, embarrassed, and devastated. I let out big ugly cries that make my whole body shudder with regret and anger. At this moment, I hated Ethan Scott. I hated him for crushing the fairy tale dreams of the naïve young woman, I was, at least until tonight. But I was disgusted with myself even more for agreeing to marry an asshole for financial gains instead of marrying someone who truly would love and cherish me.
**Ten Years Later**
I walk through the enormous luxurious mansion that had been a depressive prison for the last decade of my life. The click of my Valentino Garavani stilettos was the sound of a boss bitch getting ready to free herself from a loveless, boring, and frustrating marriage. I was no longer a silly twenty-three years old with stars or, in my case, dollar signs in the eyes. I was no longer the little quiet, pretty fool that lived in the fantasy world of the stupid rom-coms that I devoured to pastime once upon a time ago. I covered my eyes with my designer sunglasses to hide my nervousness as I stepped outside onto our outdoor patio beside the kitchen. My eyes glided over my sexy and kindhearted yet egotistical husband. God! Even after ten years, he was still sexy as sin! Even though he had a brick wall built around his heart and left me feeling lukewarm in our bedroom, my body still responded to his physical attractiveness.
Ethan’s sandy blonde hair had darkened over the years and is styled into a trendy coiffure, his broad chest was encased in an expensive dark gray dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, and his hazel eyes roamed over my body with sexual hunger. He cracked a slight smile at me as I slowly approached the table. Before I lost my nerves, I tossed a manila envelope on the table, making his perfectly manicured eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I witness the slight tremble of his large hands as he abandons his spoonful of grapefruit to snatch the manila envelope off the table. He tears open the envelope, biting his lip; his cold, stern gaze clashes with mine that I’ve hidden like a coward beneath my sunglasses. Ethan tosses the papers down, sneering at me while he nervously rubs his hand across the sexy scruff on his unshaven chin.
“Well, Chocolate Drop! For Fuck’s sake. Do I at least get a good morning before you serve me with the damn divorce papers,” he whines mockingly like the silver spoon privileged rich boy he’s always embodied. I roll my eyes at the term of endearment, and I cross my arms under my bosom, making his eyes linger on my full breasts. “Will you at least let me know why? Fucking, why? I thought this was working for you. Did I do something wrong? Please, tell me, Chocolate Drop,” Ethan demands in anger sweeping all the breakfast dishes onto the ground. His actions caused me to jump because, in the over ten years of knowing Ethan Scott, he had never lost his temper, at least not in my presence. A tear escapes my eye and begins to slide down my cheek, but I quickly brush it away, pushing my sunglasses on top of my head. I am speechless as I feel my confidence begin to waver. Ethan has been a great and sweet husband. He gave me a lot of freedom, let me spend a generous amount of his money, made me laugh, and made me feel valued. However, our marriage has felt like a close friendship, constantly hitting a wall when it begins to blossom into something else. I wanted and deserved more than this cold relationship with a beautiful rich man.
“This isn’t a marriage either of us wanted, and it’s served its purpose. I can’t do this anymore. I want a real marriage, to build a career, to have children with a man that loves me,” I shout bitterly. I step back as Ethan’s chair scrapes across the patio as he stands to his full height. I will not cower down to this man. I tell myself as I stand as tall as possible even though I’m more than an entire foot shorter than this gorgeous man.
“You know this is my fucking fault. I gave you too much freedom and put a working-class bitch onto a pedestal. I thought if I did everything right by you, then you wouldn’t leave me and ruin my life. Hell, Ebony, our life,” Ethan spewed at me angrily, grasping my chin to meet his cold hard stare. I shiver from fear, not realizing he had moved from behind the patio table and is now invading my personal space.
I wrench out of his grasp, yelling, “I’m freeing you too! You can be with whomever you want. As long as you haven’t been stepping out on me or have some secret love child, William has no dirt to dig up on you to remove you as CEO of the company!” Ethan shoves his hands into his designer slacks and nods his head slightly, and I go to turn, but he snatches me back by my forearm to face him.
“I’m not done with you. My dad will still blame me for this shit. I fucked up royally, and this was his punishment. So, if you leave me, he won’t stop until I’m out in the cold,” Ethan shouts in my face, his body seething with hurt and fury. I feel rage grow inside me, and I slap him hard against his face. How dare he think of marriage to me as a punishment? I gave up my happiness for this prick to keep his inheritance, and I served as the best damn trophy wife this past decade! “Well fuck you! You get a shit ton more than what you deserve. You get what I should have if you walk away from this Ebony,” Ethan screams, releasing me roughly from his grasp, causing me to stumble on my sky-high stilettos.
“Oh, fucking please, Mr. Playboy! Do you blame me? There’s only so many fake orgasms I could endure and monosyllable conversations about anything more in-depth than the cordial conversations you have with strangers,” I yell back, poking this douchebag in his muscular chest. I watch a dark cloud cross his face that I’ve never seen on any man’s face. It sends chills of terror down my spine, signaling to me that my insult was emasculating and my slick mouth had gone too far. “Fuck”, I thought to myself as Ethan grabbed me by my upper arms in a death grip that would definitely leave bruising on my honey brown flawless skin.
“So, this is about sex? I haven’t been fucking my beautiful wife the way she would prefer. Well, Chocolate Drop, you didn’t have to serve me divorce papers for that to be remedied,” Ethan loudly whispers, kissing me in a sensitive spot behind my ear, eliciting a moan from my parted lips. I try to free myself from his grasp with all of my might, but he holds me tightly to him as he runs his tongue down my neck, nibbling at my collarbone.
“Ethan, let me go and j-j-just sign the fucking papers,” I say shakily, feeling sexual heat course through my body. Ethan lays his forehead against mine as his hands grasp my cheeks between his palms. His mouth descends on my lips, and he kisses me with so much passion and enthusiasm. It is a kiss so lust-filled that it has me whimpering for more of him. In the entire ten years of our marriage, Ethan had never kissed me breathlessly, leaving me to feel as if these kisses were only meant for true lovers. I grab hold of his silky hair strands as he deepens the kiss while roaming his hands under my spaghetti strap crop top. He moans in delight as he realizes my breasts are bare underneath my top. He pinches, twirls, and fondles my nipples until they are long, hard, and painfully erect.
Ethan releases my mouth, allowing us to take in some much-needed air while he whips my crop top over my head, exposing my breasts fully to his heated gaze. Ethan growls and gently nips at one of my nipples, clouding my mind with desire, not allowing me rational thoughts. The only thing I can do at this moment is focus on Ethan’s wet hot mouth torturing my right nipple as he toys with my left. I grasp onto his shoulders as he kisses his way down my toned abdomen and to my tight midi skirt. Before I have a chance to ask what the fuck he’s doing, he yanks the skirt down and rips my black lace G-string off of my body. Ethan sits on his hunches, and I feel his breath on my pussy lips and know we can both smell my arousal. My pussy is drenched for him, and he looks at me with a slight smirk, and desire darkens his beautiful hazel eyes to such a dark black, I didn’t know was possible. He untangles my right leg from the skirt that’s lying in a heap at my ankles. This action allows me to kick it to the side, completely divesting it from my body.
I’m standing stark naked in broad daylight in nothing but designer heels, outside in front of our pool, and any of our staff could witness our most intimate moments. The crazy part of the situation is that this makes me so hot and so bothered .that I’m quivering with sexual excitement at the idea of someone witnessing us fucking. Ethan presses his nose into my hot wet center and lifts my right leg over his shoulder. He begins to send me to heaven as his tongue slides through my pussy lips, sucking my clitoris into his hot wet mouth. I let out a loud throaty moan of pleasure as my soon-to-be ex-husband eats my pussy like he’s never had before in this lifetime. I feel my juices spilling down his chin as he inserts two fingers inside of me and works me over the edge, making me climax so hard., I see stars!. Ethan catches me in his arms as I go weak in the knees from my first earth-shattering orgasm. He hoists my naked, limp body on his hips and carries me over to the patio table.
The sound of the unbuckling of a belt, a zipper unzipping, and the rustle of Ethan’s pants being tugged to his knees brings me down from my sexual paradise. I open my eyes and licking my lips as I focused on his large manhood standing tall. I always thought it was a pity that my husband was well-endowed yet didn’t know how to use that big dick of his to satisfy a woman properly. I gasp in shock and moan in delight as he enters my body hard, leaning his head down, tugging one of my sensitive hard nipples into his mouth. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life as he fucks me hard against the cool surface of our patio table. Ethan lifts me onto his hips, thrusting angrily into me as he lifts me in the air, then propels me down on his hard thick, aroused dick. I begin to scream in ecstasy as another orgasm rips through my body. Ethan then flips me around roughly. Ethan positions me facing the table and lays the front of my body onto it while holding both of my arms behind my back with one of his hands. Oh shit, I think to myself as he enters my swollen wet pussy from behind. He fucks me with anger, great stamina, and passion that I didn’t know he possessed. He wraps his hands into my curly hair as he pumps his seed into me and roars out as his orgasm hits him. Ethan catches himself above me on his forearms, so, he doesn’t crush my petite frame. He hovers above me, catching his breath as he remains deep inside of me. I lay there exhausted, speechless, and sexually satiated for the first time in my life.
Once both of our breathing slows, he gently touches his lips to my spine, planting feather-like kisses down my back as he removes himself from my body. I awkwardly turn around, grasping onto the table, feeling shy as I try to stand in the nude on legs that feel like jelly. Ethan quickly refastens his pants, picks up my discarded clothing, and hands them to me with a smug look on his face. I snatch them out of his hands, feeling anger replace my feeling of sexual enjoyment. I turn my back on him and redress quickly, feeling even more rage the longer I stand in his presence. This jackass has outstanding bedroom skills and does live up to his fucking reputation. But all this time, he’s been fucking me into boredom. “Why!?” I think angrily to myself.
I turn around and come face to face with Ethan wearing a shit-eating grin across his beautiful face. He arrogantly crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “Well?” My nostrils flare in rage, and to keep myself from losing my temper and acting like a lunatic that belongs in the looney bin, I smooth out my midi skirt and give him a flirty smile.
“Wow, a round of applause, Ethan. Thanks for fucking me into tears of boredom all these years. This angry fuck, hate screw, or whatever it was just makes walking away from this shitshow marriage even easier. God, you must not be sexually attracted to me if you’ve held back all of that over this last fucking decade,” I scream, my vision blurred with angry tears. I witness rage, shock, and guilt cross his face as he balls his fists up at his sides.
“God, Ebony! You’re a sexy little package. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? I’m always fucking hard around you,” he retorts, throwing his hands in the air exasperated.
“Funny way of showing it. Sign the fucking papers, Ethan. I hope you have a great fucking life,” I say, making a quick escape to the sliding door of the kitchen.
“If you’re fucking pregnant, I will drag you through court and take our kid from a cold gold-digging bitch like you,” Ethan shouts, causing me to freeze in agony at the entrance to the kitchen.
I plaster a huge smile on my face and turn to face him. I channel all my anger, hurt, and humiliation into the bone-chilling stare I give him. I throw back my head back, bellowing a fake laugh while stating, “Jokes on you, Ethan! I’ve been on fucking birth control for years. As if I’d bring a child in a trashy loveless marriage like this shenanigan. So long, lover boy!”
I hear furniture being tossed around the patio, objects splashing into the pool, and loud shrieks from my husband as I make my exit from this house that I’ll never ever step foot in again.
It has been over a month since I served Ethan with divorce papers, and he still won’t fucking sign them. I no longer reside in our luxurious mansion in Avalon, New Jersey, and have chosen to live in our Lower Manhattan Penthouse to get away from my husband. If Ethan Scott wanted to play dirty, I could do the same. Only, what my husband will soon find out is that I am a much dirtier player and more conniving than he or his father believed I’d ever be in this world. Since Ethan isn’t trying to be amicable and give me the divorce I wanted, let the mudslinging begin. Except, I had nothing to lose in this battle, and Ethan had everything to lose. William had fixed the prenup many years ago to make it where Ethan would only be the party that would suffer if something went awry in our marriage. I am consumed with guilt because Ethan isn’t an evil man. Even so, I’ve enjoyed Ethan’s presence and companionship throughout these ten years of marriage; however, he is leaving me with no choice but to implode his life once again. I stood in my boss’s office ten years ago, a bundle of nerves and naivety willing to save Ethan from being ruined, and now I will be the one to destroy him at the end of it all.
I try to relax back on the worn faux leather booth in the seedy bar in Brooklyn as I await the private investigator that I’ve hired to dig up dirt on my estranged husband. As my eyes wander around the bar, I uncomfortably shift in my seat as I notice a sexy milk chocolate brother giving me a flirtatious stare. The man is tall with a brawny build and is tattooed from head to toe. He’s definitely a gangster; I think to myself, intrigued. My attention is averted from this mysterious, sexy man when my private investigator slides into the booth across from where I am seated. The private investigator barely murmurs a hello as he looks around the seedy bar paranoid. The older gentleman pushes a manilla envelope towards me with a smile on his face. I swallow hard and reach into the pocket of my cropped hoodie and pull out a thick folded envelope. I quickly pass the cash over to the man, who quickly grabs it, smiles at me, and rushes out of the bar. I sit back in my seat, taking slow deep breaths, as I glare down at the fat envelope of Ethan’s dirty little secrets in front of me.
Boss the fuck up; I say to myself as I slowly open the top of the envelope. I became submerged in the contents that the Private Investigator provided me. There are images of him with woman after woman over this past month. Some young and some old, but there’s a pretty blonde that he’s constantly with that’s in all of these pictures. I feel myself simmering with hatred as my stomach churns with the need for vengeance. Ethan is trying to avoid this fucking divorce and relinquishing me of the shackles of this marriage because he’s been fucking mistress after mistress behind my back. Oh, I was so pissed I would make him wish he had never crossed my path. Ethan will find out that what’s done in the dark comes to light, and he will have nothing left once I’m done with him. I shove the images, and the private investigator’s report back into the manila envelope, getting up from the booth and walking over to the bar.
I am in desperate need of a fucking martini because those images of my playboy fucking husband with all those women have me feeling like I need to empty the contents of my stomach in the nearest toilet. I slam myself onto a barstool, order my alcoholic beverage of choice, and ask the bartender to keep them coming because I wanted to wake up, not remembering this hellish night. As I sip on my martini, I fill with more and more rage as I stare at the fat damning manilla envelope. My hate for Ethan is growing daily. I am still a foolish idiot willing to trust this man, even though the evidence of his character was never hidden from view. Ethan just became more discreet when he did his dirt because nothing meant more to him than the Scott family’s wealth. I shiver as I feel a hot breath whisper in my ear while a large hand strokes my loose curls down my back. I gaze into the sexy milk chocolate stranger’s dark coal almond-shaped eyes from earlier.
“You’re too beautiful to be drinking on your own, little mama,” the man whispers in my ear, invading my personal space. I stare into his eyes while I feel my body become uneasy, and my core becomes hot and wet as I get a whiff of this man’s musky scent. I give him a flirtatious smile and stroke my fingers over his soft coarse, thick beard. He leans into me and drops a soft kiss onto my lips. His lips are so sexy, so soft, and so tantalizing. As he tries to pull away, I pull him back into the kiss with a bite of his lower lip. This time our tongues tangle as he deepens the kiss. I am the first one to pull away, giving him a small smile and draining my martini glass. This man was sexy as sin, and I was just in the mood for a good time tonight. Ethan had been running all around town fucking anything with a hole; so, why shouldn’t I have a little fun? After all, our marriage was just a business deal, I think to myself furiously.
I lean in and whisper to the beautiful stranger, “If you want me, then follow me. I’m looking for a good night.” I run my hand down the front of his tight muscle tank to his belt buckle, allowing my hand to lightly stroke his package. I slide off of the barstool and intentionally sway my hips as I walk towards the bathroom of this seedy bar. Before opening the bathroom door, I peek over my shoulder, watching the sexy man lick his lips as he follows behind me.
I enter the bathroom, and the man comes in after me, locking the bathroom door. I tremble with fear, anticipation, and sexual hunger. I fight with my rational side, unzipping my crop hoodie, revealing my lacy black bra that barely contains my full breasts. As I shimmy out of it, I decided this would be a great time to make introductions. As I start removing my skin-tight biker shorts, I inquire shakily,” Ebony. Your name?” I see shock flutter across his eyes as they roam over my body that stands in front of him in just small scraps of lacy black lingerie.
Remembering himself, he answers, “Zion. Damn girl. You’re a baddie.” Zion whistles to himself in a satisfactory appraisal of my curves and toned physique as he whips his muscle tank over his head. My mouth dries while I watch the strong muscles of his body ripple as he becomes undressed. Zion grabs me, kissing me hard against my mouth, not allowing me to think or make a choice to change my mind. I banish all thoughts of Ethan’s infidelity from my mind as I channel my pain into Zion’s mouth. Zion pulls away from me for a second to help me remove my bra and thong. Once we both stand naked in front of each other, Zion effortlessly picks me up, placing me down on the bathroom’s countertop. Desire pools between my thighs, making my pussy drip with sexual anticipation from the excitement of having sex in a public place. Zion grabs my breasts roughly, pushing them together, rubbing his beard across the sensitive peaks. He begins to suck on my taut nipples until they’re painfully erect. He bites and tugs on each elongated nipple causing me to moan in pleasure as he slides one digit into my hot wet center and then another. Zion begins pumping his two fingers into me, massaging my insides, making my legs shake in excitement and sexual pleasure.
Zion suckles on my neck as he swirls his fingers through the wet folds of my pussy to stroke and rubs my clitoris until I’m crying out for more. He gives a gentle laugh as he removes his fingers from inside of me, leaving me on the verge of climax as he places them in my mouth for me to taste my arousal. I suck his two fingers in my mouth, tasting the saltiness of myself. I whimper as he moves away from me, leaving me so aroused and so frustrated while he finds a condom and sheaths himself. Zion pushes me back, so my head is pressed against the mirror while he kneels between my thighs. Before any thoughts enter my mind, he spreads my legs wide and begins licking and sucking on every inch of my soaking wet pussy. He massages my breast teasing the sensitive buds of my nipples as he buries his face between my thighs, lapping up my juices. I begin to thrash my head from side to side and feel my orgasm building. As I moan his name, he pulls away just before I can come, which infuriates me. I try to push his head back down between my thighs, but he lets out a throaty laugh pulling me towards him by my thighs and entering into me hard, filling me to the hilt. I shatter after one deep stroke. I Climax so hard as I dig my nails into his back to keep me from falling off the counter.
But Zion doesn’t stop. He slams into my hot wet pussy and slowly pulls out until he works me over into orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t know it was possible to come multiple times until my last orgasm hits and he comes with me. Zion pulls out of me, leaving me spent and exhausted on the countertop. Damn, I’ve really been missing out on great sex over this past decade. I look into Zion's eyes and still see hunger as he gazes back at me.
“Tonight doesn’t have to end just yet, sexy. Come back to my place,” I suggest wanting more of the pleasure and sexual delights I’ve been missing out on over the years. Even if it was just for one night, I deserved to be fucked into oblivion with all the shit I was currently dealing with to free myself from Ethan.
I sit at the marble countertop of my penthouse, sipping a glass of wine and looking at the fat manilla envelope that’s been taunting me over the past three months. It’s been almost four months since I asked Ethan for a divorce, and surprise, surprise, I was still shackled to him. I had begun having a hasty sexual fling with Zion, and he had fucked me on every surface of this penthouse, as well as surfaces, walls, and floors around Manhattan. Yet, I couldn’t get the mind-blowing sex I had with Ethan out of my mind. It was like the more sex I had with Zion, the more I missed and craved Ethan’s body, touch, and kisses. I had refused Ethan’s texts, calls, emails, and turned him away from the penthouse anytime he tried to contact me. I thought if I froze him out long enough, he would throw in the towel and give me a fucking divorce; however, it was like he became more determined. I pick at my manicure, feeling a deep pain in my chest and burning in the pit of my stomach as fat tears begin to roll down my face. I have fallen in love with my husband and probably have been infatuated with him since I first laid eyes on him at Scott’s Transportation and Distribution. I am just so heartbroken, depressed, and humiliated that this isn’t the marriage that I’d dreamt would eventually develop between us.
I hear a ping and swoosh of the elevator doors opening, and I quickly brush my tears away. I look up, expecting to see Zion, but I suck in a breath as Ethan rushes towards me angrily. “I banned you from the list. How did you get up here,” I shout at him, narrowing my gaze towards him.
“One- I can’t believe you fucking barred me from my own home, and two- money makes the world go round, that’s how,” he exclaims, slamming his fist onto the marble countertop. I jump out of my seat and stare at him, taking in the anger and hurt in his eyes. Ethan runs his hands through his disarrayed hair as he questions infuriated, “ Why are you doing this to me? Damn it, Ebony! Was it that terrible being married to me? Why do you want to destroy us? Why don’t you want to have my babies? Anything you say, I’ll do!” My heart breaks as he pleads with me, staring daggers into the depths of my eyes, piercing my broken soul. I stood there in the kitchen with my estranged husband at a loss for words.
“Too little, too late,” I hear come out of my mouth as a soft cry as I hold onto the countertop for support.
“How, Ebony? You’re all I can think about. I’ve gotten acclimated to you in my arms and my bed at night. I’ve been with many women, but none of them hold a candle to you, Chocolate Drop. I’m sorry if I did a shit job showing you, but, Ebony baby, these ten years made me a better man. I love you, Ebony. Don’t walk away. I’ll not only lose everything, but I’ll lose you, too. My support system over these years,” Ethan begs, pulling me into his body. Wait. Did Ethan just tell me he loved me? Ethan peers down into my eyes, and the only emotions I can see are love, passion, and regret. I don’t know who moved first, but we are in each other’s arms, kissing and undressing one another.
We made love to each other all through the night until our bodies were sore all over. That night, for the first time since I married Ethan, I lay snuggled in his warm embrace feeling content about our marriage. I didn’t want to think about the manila envelope downstairs anymore. I only wanted to focus on what we could have in the future. I gazed up into Ethan’s eyes as he pressed a gentle, loving kiss to my forehead. I basked in the love I saw filling his eyes as he quietly professed, “ Whether or not my dad had forced my hand. I’d always choose to spend my life married to you. Whether that day he told me it was, ‘marry you or lose it all,’ or today or the next day, I want you to be mine forever. I didn’t know what to do when you asked me for a divorce. I’ve been falling for you this whole time but didn’t want to toe the line because I never knew if you truly wanted me or if I was just a bargaining chip for any woman’s dream life. I’m all in Ebony, my Chocolate Drop, my Chocolate Temptress. My heart belongs to you today, tomorrow, hell until the end of time. A million women could want me, but you’re the only one who has the key to my heart. So, please, handle it with care. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but you’re the first I’ve made love to, and you’ll be the last. Never doubt that, beautiful.”
I absolutely melted inside as I drifted off to sleep in the love of my life’s arms dreaming blissfully of our future life together.
I awoke with a start by the sudden movement at the foot of the bed. As I rub the sleep from my eyes, I let out a loud shriek waking Ethan from his slumber.
“So, you wanted to fuck your wife once last time before I blew her brains out, huh,” Zion laughs with a deranged look in his eyes. I am taken aback by the statement as my eyes slide from Ethan’s deadpan expression to Zion’s look of revulsion. Feeling uneasy and terrified, I attempt to pull the sheet from around my waist to cover my exposed breasts. “No need to cover up, little mama. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. This is why I can’t stand the rich,” Zion grinds out disgusted.
“I’m just really confused. You’re scaring me, Zion,” I question, feeling vulnerable in the nude. Zion waves his Glock in the air as he paces fretfully up and down in front of the bed.
“Should I tell her, or do you want to do the honors, Mr. Ethan Scott,” Zion questions, lighting a cigarette letting it hang loosely from between his lips.
“Oh, stop the bull shit, Zion. I called you last night and told you the job is off because I have enough dirt against my father that he’ll think twice before dethroning me from Scott’s conglomerate,” Ethan spews hatefully towards Zion. The room begins to spin because I’m utterly confused about how Ethan is so well acquainted with my casual fuck-buddy. What job and business does he have with Zion? What dirt has he dug up on William? My eyes dart between my husband and lover as they begin to argue. Zion is growing more deranged and anxious as the dispute gets more heated.
I feel more on edge as Zion points his gun around the room. I become so frustrated that I scream, “Both of you shut the fuck up and tell me what the fuck is this all about?” Both men freeze and turn my way as I slip on my silk night robe that lay on the floor. Ethan rubs his hand through his hair as Zion gives me a broad smile making me even more confused.
“I had to do something. I couldn’t lose everything, so I dug up dirt on my dad. I have two half-sisters, and my dad has a few women he paid off to keep some sexual misconduct lawsuits at bay over the years,” Ethan begins swallowing nervously, putting me at ease about the fat manila envelope on the kitchen counter. Maybe he hadn’t been cheating on me? Those women could possibly just have been a part of his investigation of William. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. William is just a pot calling the kettle black when it comes to his beloved son, Ethan.
“Okay, but how does Zion fit into all of this? Were you having me followed or set up to cheat on you,” I question, still trying to connect all the dots. As I wait for a response from Ethan, I watch him fluster, close his eyes, and swallow hard.
“Well, that’s a little bit more complicated,” Ethan answers so quietly I have to strain to hear him. I wait for an explanation and let out a huff of frustration when he doesn’t offer any further information.
Zion snorts as he rocks back and forth on his heels. Then he picks up where Ethan left off, “Well, little mama. Your husband here loves money more than you. So, he came to me shitting bricks offering to pay me to off you. That way, he can be a grieving widower and still keep all of his money. Erase his little problem from his life.” I watch all the color drain from Ethan’s face as a muscle ticks in his jaw. His body language betrays him, informing me that Zion is telling the truth. I’m frozen to the spot out of shock.
“You were willing to kill me! So last night was a lie,” I angrily whisper, feeling sick to my stomach. Ethan shakes his head and tries to pull me towards him.
“Good thing, we met by chance the night before I was supposed to carry out the hit, gorgeous. That ass of yours saved your life,” Zion jokes. “Now, I’m here to claim what’s mine. I enjoyed our time together, Ebony, and I’m not ready for it to end. Plus, with you as a widow, think of the luxurious life we can have together,” Zion states, pointing the gun at Ethan and shooting him. I scream at the top of my lungs as Zion grabs me before I can comfort Ethan, and I feel the butt of the gun hit the back of my head, dragging me into a dark void, and the last sounds I hear are only the distant screams of my husband wailing like a wounded animal.
I drift back to consciousness with my hands zipped tied and my mouth duct-taped. I try to scream, but I know it’ll be a worthless attempt. I feel the bumpiness of the road, but I’m submerged in darkness. Looking around at my surroundings. I realize I am locked in the trunk of a car.
As I begin to remember today’s events, I whimper out of frustration.
Once again, I was fucking played like a pretty little fool. Neither men loved nor wanted me. I’m an ends to a means for both, and they were in cahoots together.
I need to devise a plan because I am done playing the trophy wife, the innocent, the perfect socialite. Zion will have another thing coming when that trunk opens because I will become whoever I need to be to survive.
I just need to figure out how best to boss up and end all these assholes.
I, Ebony Wright, am a woman scorned. I will have the last laugh at the end of things.
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