I walked home after a grueling day at work, my body aching from the relentless demands of my job. Unlike most days, we closed early today, I was grateful for that.

I walked into the apartment where I lived with my boyfriend Jax.

The moment I stepped into the house, I could hear faint, unmistakable sounds emanating from the bedroom.

My Curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the source, my heart pounding in anticipation.

As I neared the door, the moans grew louder, more urgent.

I hesitated, my hand hovering above the doorknob.

The voices were familiar Jax, my boyfriend, and Tom, my best friend.

My heart skipped a beat. What was going on? I turned the knob slowly, not wanting to alert them to my presence.

The scene that unfolded before me was nothing short of electrifying. Jax was on the bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat, his hands firmly gripping Tom's hips.

Tom was straddling him, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his tight ass bouncing up and down on Jax's cock.

"Fuck me harder, Jax," Tom moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that, yes, deeper, harder."

I felt a strange mix of emotions: shock, betrayal, but also a primal, undeniable arousal. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle.

Jax's cock, slick with Tom's arousal, disappeared into Tom's ass, only to reappear glistening with each thrust. Tom's dick, hard and pulsing, slapped against his stomach with each movement.

"You like that, don't you, Tom?" Jax growled, his voice barely human. "You like my big, fat cock in your tight ass."

Tom could only moan in response, his body shaking with pleasure.

The wetness between my legs, my pussy throbbing in time with their rhythm. I was torn between outrage and arousal, my body betraying my mind.

"I'm gonna cum," Tom gasped, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock."

With a final, powerful thrust, Jax sent Tom over the edge. Tom's body convulsed, his cock spurting hot, sticky cum all over Jax's chest.

The sight was too much for Jax, who groaned and thrust one last time, his cock buried deep in Tom's ass as he came.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

I stood there, my heart pounding, my mind racing. I was angry and turned on at the same time.

"Kaia," Jax gasped, his eyes meeting mine. "I...we..."

I shook my head, cutting him off. "I don't want to hear it," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "It's over between us." I said to jax.

I didn't say anything to Tom, I just turned on my heel and walked away, my body still trembling from the painful betrayal.

I was heartbroken and devastated, Jax had been screwing Tom for how long now?

I stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming behind me, echoing louder than the sob building in my throat.

Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't stop walking. The humiliation of what I'd seen, the betrayal, two people I trusted more than anyone, tangled in sheets I once thought were mine.

The night air hit me like a slap, it felt cold, but I welcomed it.

Anything to numb the ache inside my chest. My footsteps were angry and fast, almost stumbling over themselves as I walked aimlessly.

But I knew where I was headed even before I admitted it to myself, I needed a drink to forget.

The neon sign of a bar blinked ahead like a lifeline, casting a soft red glow onto the wet sidewalk.

It wasn't a place I'd been before, but I didn't care. I pushed the door open, the low thrum of music and the smell of alcohol greeting me like old friends.

The bar was dimly lit, cozy in a way that could fool you into thinking nothing bad ever happened outside its walls.

I slid onto a barstool "Shots," I muttered to the bartender, who didn't ask questions.

He poured the first one, and I knocked it back without hesitation.

My throat burned instantly like fire and it helped. Not much, but enough to dull the sharpness of the images still flashing in my mind.

I took another shot, then another and another, till I felt like I was floating and my head was spinning, I wasn't drunk though, not yet, but I was getting there.

I could feel the numbness spreading like a slow, warm blanket.

My attention was slowly drawn to a figure sitting in the VIP section of the bar, it was a man I hadn't seen ever since I graduated college.

Xander Kendricks, my late father's friend, a big shot here in the United states. A business Tycoon know to have touched many lives.

And here he sat, leaning back in a plush seat, a glass in his hand, surrounded by people he wasn't paying attention to.

He looked almost like I remembered, although more hardened, like the world had roughed him up.

His jawline was sharp, his dark eyes intense even from across the room.

And God, he was still devastatingly handsome.

My heart skipped a beat, of all the bars in this godforsaken city, it had to be this one.

A tipsy smile tugged at my lips, maybe the universe hadn't completely given up on me.

Maybe it was handing me a distraction in the form of a man I'd once daydreamed about late at night, a man who had always been off-limits... until now.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stood up, straightening my shoulders.

Screw heartbreak, tonight, I was done crying.

Tonight, I wanted to feel something else entirely.