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Natasha sauntered into her fiance's company excitedly, happiness could be seen reflecting all over her face. She was carrying a lunchbox wherein the delicious food she had made for her fiancé was.
She didn't even tell him she was coming over, she had wanted to surprise him. She walked straight to his office unchallenged. Afterall, everyone knows she's the CEO's fiancée. She twisted the knob of the office and walked in merrily.
She was horrified and dumbstruck when she saw her fiancé pinning one of his employees against the office table and fucking her ruthlessly. They were both engrossed in their intimacy that they didn't notice a third party had joined them in the office.
"Sir!" The female employee being fucked was the first to sight Natasha. Fear and shame gripped her. Natasha's fiancé, Huxley twisted his head to the direction of the door and sighted Natasha. He pulled out at once and immediately stuck his manhood inside his trouser while the female employee adjusted her skirt and sped out hurriedly.
"Why?" Natasha asked, tears blurring her vision, her heart hurting in an inexplicable manner. She felt like her world had suddenly collapsed.
"You can't really blame me, Natasha. You know how much I wanted sex but you won't let us have it, I couldn't hold it anymore and and thereby fell into the seductive charms of one of my female staffs."
"So you are saying it's my fault?" She cried in agony even more. He couldn't even accept the fact that he was wrong. He still had the gut to put the blame on her. "Our engagement is cancelled!" She turned in anguish. Her heart aching terribly even as she wobbled her feet away from the office.
As she approached her car, her heavy heart felt like a thousand pins were being punctured inside. Then her phone rang and seeing that the caller ID was the doctor attending to her sick mother, she answered it.
"Ms. Natasha, I think you should come over to the hospital."
"What's wrong? What's the matter? Tell me what happened right now. How's my mom?"
There was a long minutes of frustrating silence and then the doctor's voice came through, "she's gone."
The phone fell from her hands and she literally felt her world collapse. Her mother...is gone? Her heart hurts like she was in hell.
She bent and picked up her phone then ran in to her car, after slumping on the seat of the car, she hit the steering wheel repeatedly in frustration, anger and pain. She felt like the world was unfair to her. She felt lonely, rejected and broken.
She started the car and drove recklessly and aimlessly round the city, behaving like a woman that has lost it. She didn't even mind if a car hits her car and ended up dieing in an accident. The throbbing pain in her heart was just so unbearable.
At the end of the gruesome day, she landed at the club. She walked sorrowfully inside the club and sat on the stool before the bartender. Soon, she began drinking, although visible tears weren't streaming down her face anymore, her heart were literally bleeding.
She just wanted to waste herself to alcohol, she wanted to drown in her pain and misery if that was possible. Then she suddenly sighted a man who was seated alone. The seat before him was empty. She didn't know if he was waiting for someone or if he just wanted to be alone.
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