A Break-Up

A shiver of fear danced through her nerves as her eyes lingered on the puzzling message on the man's phone, a man she knew nothing about, yet every fiber of her body screamed danger but, at the same time, excitement. The man, who she had met less than three times, had her mind and body tempted by the newfound level of lust she seemed to only have when she saw him.

A lust so impure, raw and insatiable, a dark side she wished never tried to dig its way to the surface.

With a nervous scoff, she pushed her phone in her back pocket, refusing to let her mind wonder about the meaning behind the message.

"Mo Mo!" she heard the obnoxious nickname being called. Christopher called.

She feigned ignorance and continued to ignore the man chasing her, her hastened steps were frivolous. The rough hands of Christopher wrapped around her forearm, forcing her to be jerked back.

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" he panted as he turned to her to face him.

She wasn't sure what had happened within the last few days, but the man before her was no longer attractive in her eyes, the skin she had once envied for being clear and clean was overcast by the varying acne scars and dark spots that paraded on his face, though light, she somehow noticed them. The unappealing humps at the bridge of his nose, the way his eyebrows were ungroomed and curled wildly, the most unattractive thing she noticed, was the way white specs appeared at the corner of his mouth. Empty words left his tongue.

Was he always like this? She questioned herself.

Though she had no feelings for the man standing before her, she at one point found him attractive. However, the man before her no longer attracted her gaze and she was actually okay with that.

Rolling her eyes, she ignored the man as she walked away, putting her headphones in her ears.

"What the hell Mo, I'm talking to you" he bellowed, jerking her back once more as his annoyance came to the forefront.

With a defeated sigh, she removed the headphones and turned her glare on the man she had once sorted out for physical pleasure.

"What the fuck do you want, don't you have a hole to stick your dick in or something?" she spat, a satisfied smile graced her lips as she saw Christopher falter in his steps.

She noticed his apprehension as he toyed with his thumbs against his legs, something he did subconsciously.

"Look, I'm too tired to have this conversation with you, but let's just call it quits; I know you've been sleeping around with other women and I don't blame you, but let's just stop here" she finished, adjusting her dress that blew from the unrested wind.

"We are not breaking up!" he grabbed her wrist tightly.

"I beg to differ, I don't need you anymore and you have other options, so leave it be and let go" she struggled to release his grip as he tightened his hold, irritated by the thought of a bruise being left on her sensitive skin.

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" Christopher fumed.

"And if it is?" Moralys questioned, raising her perfectly groomed brow.

"You're not breaking up with me because I've been with other women, you found another man, haven't you?" Christopher gritted.

"Leave it up to a man to not see his wrong doings. Let go of me you piece of shit!" she shouted.

"Who is he?!" Christopher shouted, anger flaring in his chest.

She smelled him before she heard his voice, the luxurious scent of cologne that had her sense of smell in a frenzy from the first time she smelt it in the washroom.

"I suggest you let go?" Achilles spoke, closing his car door.

"Mr. Thorn?" Christopher questioned, looking up at the man.

"You're smart enough to know who I am, but I suggest you let go before you leave a bruise."

"I think it's none of your business how I handle my woman!" Christopher gritted.

Before she could open her mouth to interrupt the men, her ass touched the ground due to the sudden force. When she looked up, Achilles held Christopher against his car by his throat as he thrashed around, animosity covering his face.

"Maybe things weren't made clear enough for you, stay away from her" Achilles grunted out as his hand tightened around Christopher's neck.

He released the man who fell to the floor in a heaving lump, his chest burning due to the short period he had been without oxygen, eyes rimmed red and watery.

Achilles pulled out her phone and underwear shoved it at her.

"You forgot this" he stated, looking down on the woman still seated on the floor.

A faint blush covered her face as her eyes zeroed in on her missing underwear, the vast realization that she was scattered on the concrete completely bare. With haste, she stood up, taking her belongings from the man and returning his phone.

"You said you're breaking up with me because I fucked around but here you are fucking him?" Christopher shouted as he caught his breath.

"Maybe she wouldn't have a need to be tangled in my sheets had you satisfied her the way I do." He spoke, dragging his finger down her cheek and pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

Disregarding Christopher, Achilles dragged Moralys to the car before locking the car doors.

"Do you have a fetish for kidnapping or something?" she questioned, a huff of aggravated air leaving her lips.

"You can make your exit as soon as you agree to what we discussed" he mused.

"Didn't we have sex last night?" she hissed.

"That was never really part of the agreement, plus you were drunk and I gladly took full advantage of that. Now you're fully sober."

"Rich of you to bring up consent now" she scoffed.

"I've never been known for patience or kindness" he refuted.

"How did you get those pictures?" Moralys asked.

"That's not the point. Yes, or no"

"That's not much of a choice. I can either work for you or let my friend's exploits get exposed" Moralys explained.

"Yes or No, Moralys" he pressed.

"Let me out first."

"I'm not letting you out until you say yes" he stated.

"And I won't say yes until you let me out" she grinned.

"You can either say yes the easy way or I can take you right here in this car, in front of your home for your entire neighborhood to hear-"

"And what makes you think I wouldn't enjoy that, you sick fu-"

Like lightening, his hand latched on to her neck, lightly pressing the sides of her nape, the slickness of his tongue slithered between her lips with ease. She felt his free hand glide its way between her thighs, pressing against her sensitive bud. A pleasured gasp left her as he tangled their tongues together, his thumb continued to attack her relentlessly, more so after her hand gripped his slicked strands and pulled his head back.

Pleasure consumed her entirely as she widened her legs so the man beside her would have free reign over her pulsing, wet core. Achilles felt the warmth of her vagina as he slid his finger into her core, her body rocking on his fingers greedily.

Her eyes closed as her head fell back on the headrest as his grip around her neck tightened, her breathlessness fanned his hair and her body convulsed as a pleasured moan left her lips when she climaxed on his fingers.

"I'm not stopping until you say yes" he husked against her neck as he nipped it, thumb still rubbing her swollen bud.

"What's your answer?" he whispered, his Greek accent strong.

"Yea…. Yes" came her breathless response.

When the words left her lips, he removed his hands and released her throat, a throaty grunt of satisfaction came out as he sucked on his fingers, his lust-filled eyes watching her.

"Delicious, now get out" he voiced.

She flew out of the car, turning and raising her middle fingers to the man.

"I actually enjoyed that you pervert", she shouted, slamming the door and making her way to her front door.

As he drove off, his gaze lingered on the wet spot she created on his seat. She had marked her space and he had no intentions of removing it if it was stained.

The notification on her phone rang as she exited her bathroom, excitement welled in her when she read the new message.

The boss said you begin on Monday.

11:47pm

-Unknown Number

"This is going to be fun" she sighed, falling back on her bed in hopes of getting some rest.