Caught in a Riff

Katarina's POV

I went to the bags to see the damage was more than I had thought. What would make them throw my things outside like that?

I entered the house to see a maid cleaning out some frames and pictures which had been broken. They were clearly my picture.

Who would do such a thing?

"I see you're still here," said a familiar voice behind me.

I turned to see George and Riley looking at me like I was the one who needed help.

"You did all of this?" I asked, pointing to the pictures shattered around the room.

"I did more than that. You'll need to be specific over what I did and what I didn't do," said my sister as I frowned in anger.

"You two lied about me and you two are going to pay for everything you've done."

George stepped forward with his hands turned into fists like he was about to pummel me into the ground.

"What are you going to do? Beat me like a slave?" I asked him. If it came down to it I could take a beating as well as dish it out. I wasn't as weak as people thought me to be.

"You're not worth hitting," he chuckled. "In fact, you're not worth my time at all. I don't care what you do and where you go. Get the fuck out of my house and stay the fuck out."

"You changed my name. The name of your legally married wife. You changed her name from being in those shares to that of my own sister!" I yelled. "After everything I did to bring the company to this level. After all I've done, this is how I'm being treated. 

"I gave you everything. I didn't even steal from you or treat you badly. Why are you doing all of this to me? Just tell me why? Even after I have done everything I can for you."

He laughed out loud making me feel stupid.

"I'm not only going to change your name from the shares, I'm going to take away my last name from yours and hand it to your sister," he said.

"What? No you cannot. You can't do that!"

"Watch me," he walked to my sister, spanking her butt before grabbing her waist as they walked up the stairs. "Close the door on your way out."

Having to watch my so-called husband get close to my sister hurt me so much that I could not think of anything else.

I hated him for everything. I should have put my efforts into something else instead of pleasing him.

I watched them climb the stairs, turn to me and gloat over their plans to bring me down.

In anger, I got out of the house, grabbed my things which I dumped into my car and started for a club.

Driving through the traffic while I cried hit me hard. It was a Saturday and I was to be home in bed with him doing absolutely nothing, yet here I was, driving to a bar to drink out my sorrows.

When I entered the club, I found it to be bubbling with life little by little.

A clock on the wall told me it was six in the evening. Spending the entire day having to deal with the lawyer, then my parents and traffic. It was a lot to deal with on a Saturday.

I headed for the counter, ordered a drink which was brought for me as I downed them all.

I sat beside a couple of men talking about how their wives were too clingy to them and was shocked at how men could be so terrible.

Why would they refuse to see they were the problem? All their wives wanted to do was spend time with them.

"Excuse me," someone said to me as I looked up to see a man with a gorgeous smile. He wasn't that bad and I admired the way he looked.

"Hey," I said back at him. 

"What's a girl this beautiful doing in a place like this?"

His pick up line was lame and I had heard it a thousand times but I was willing to hear what he had to say.

"And I'm guessing I should be with you?" I took a sip from my drink before waving for more to be brought to me.

"I'm pretty sure I can make you very happy."

I laughed heartily, the effects of alcohol beginning to take over. 

"That was a very nice line. I'm impressed."

I asked for more information about him which I got before leaning back in my seat. When he was done, I knew what I wanted to do next.

George had been terrible to me and hooked up with my sister. I needed to forget him.

Here before me was the perfect opportunity to do so. 

There was alcohol and a stranger to have that hot steaming sex with.

"I know what you're here for," I said with a straightforward look. "Let's get a room then you can show me what you've got."

The man smiled as I grabbed his shirt, paid for my drink and started for a room. 

Before we reached the door, we kissed like our lives depended on it.

I was mad at George for everything and I made out with the man tearing through his clothes as he did the same to me until my bra was in view.

Just as he was about to remove my skirt, I held his hands. 

"Let's just kiss," I said.

We made out for a few more minutes before I saw the bathroom door open with Riley and George coming out.

I was shocked to see them. 

Pushing the stranger off me, I stood to my feet still shocked that they would be here with me.

In their hands were their phones which they had on me, recording the conversation we were currently having.

"What are you two doing here?!" I yelled as I scrambled to sit up.