Page 35 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Show me what you meant about us having snacks well into the morning.” I wag my eyebrows at him.

“Oh, you dirty, little girl.” He chuckles, right before he begins to show me.

That night and well into the morning, we fucked in every inch of that room, and so many different ways I didn’t think was possible.

It was the most incredible night of my life, and I wish I could go back and find him. I fell in love with him that day, but there was no way I could react to it. I was engaged to be married and not one time did my fiancé cross my mind while I was getting fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Now, here I am, three years later, and that day still haunts my dreams and consumes me when Bash and I make love.

“No one will be able to give you what I can.”I hear his voice echo inside my head from so long ago.“I have imprinted myself on you, and it will be my dick you crave, dirty girl.”

“No,” I told him.

“It was only one night,” I say to myself. But in reality, he was the one I wanted, and the only one that could sate this starving desire to be the dirty, little girl he said I was. Everytime I think about him, my pussy aches.

“Stop!” I scream. Three years later and this is the life I live now. I have a good thing going with my fiancé, and he just asked me to move in with him. I can’t keep living in the past like this if I plan on having the perfect future with my soon-to-be husband and step-son.

‘How can you be this excited when you cheated on him?’

‘He doesn’t consider it cheating. He said it was okay to sleep with someone else now, as long as we didn’t do it while we were married.’ I answer.

‘That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’ My conscience acts like a real person at times, and I often have to remind myself that she is the voice of reason… Nothing more.

‘I agree, but whatever. That was three years ago when we were just figuring things out, and it’s never happened again.’

‘If you say so.’

My thoughts are interrupted when my cell phone starts blaring. I pick it up and flip it over to see G’s name flash across the screen. “Hello?”

“Bitch, I know you weren’t just looking at your phone as if you weren’t going to answer it?” She accuses, but she isn’t wrong. She knows me better than I know myself.

“No.” I lie.

“You can’t lie for shit!” She yells into the receiver. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready for the dinner Bash has planned with his son.”

“Oh, that’s tonight?”“Yeah, why? What’s up?”

“Well, you are always either teaching or stuck under Bash that I don’t really get to spend time with you anymore.” She huffs. We’ve been over this time and time again.

“G, you know I start teaching at a new school soon, and Bash has asked me to move in with him. In the mix of all that, I haven’t had time to do much else.” I confess.

“Clearly.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You've changed since he asked you to marry him.” She starts. “You’re turning into a grumpy, old woman that acts like her life stopped because she is engaged to an older man that is more boring than life itself!”

“Look, if all you called for is to tell me how shitty of a person I am and that Bash is too old for me, you can save it.” I’m about to hang up the phone when I hear her say something that has haunted me for three long years.

“The Devils are throwing their annual party tonight.” I swear I hear the devious smile in her voice.

“So? That has nothing to do with me, G.”

“Oh, but it does.” We told each other about the amazing night we had, and how we would do it again if the occasion ever arose. “He’s going to be there.” She whispers, as if there are people around here, listening in on our conversation.

“Gaia! We haven’t talked about this since the first time. While it was everything I could have imagined, I can’t do it again. I’m engaged to be married.”

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