CHAPTER 10

SNEAK PEEK

MY LITTLE SECRET PART TWO!

SIKE! YALL MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN WHO I WAS.

I TOLD YOU LOVE WASN’T REAL, AND IT NEVER LASTS I TOLD YOU NOT TO TRUST ME. I TOLD YOU THAT LUST WAS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED.

2 Years later…

Cookie-cutter life is what I now have nothing to complain about. We fell in love, and we got married. We have a beautiful house and fancy cars, and a lot of money. We became mini-celebrities. Everybody wished…for my life

Whelp… I’m sorry to say this…

HOWEVER, YALL CAN HAVE IT! Congrats, here’s what you won!

Your husband is a very successful businessman. Faithful, romantic, funny, charming model Who loves children

You, as his trophy wife with a past, are a well-known and successful lawyer. Great sex is included and unconditional love! What is the catch, Of course, there is always a catch with something this good there has to be wrong! Well, there is a (secret)! I often thought about cheating throughout our marriage… shocking right.

Wait, there’s more…. My dirty little secret is…

I am cheating, but guess with who?

“Khalil from what you told me you are definitely guilty,” I told him, handing him his case file.

“I mean, look at you; the judge is going to bury you.” “Your boxers hanging out your pants.” “Where is your belt?” “You have the nerve to wear a tie and sneakers!”

He rubbed his waves, trying to keep calm.

“Assault and battery and murder!” I said, reading his file.

“Wow, so you are fucking worthless bitch!” He said, yelling at me.

“I am not fucking going to jail!” He said, flipping one of my chairs. “I did not say anything about jail,” Mr. Jones, I said calmly.

“I’m talking about prison.”

“I mean, I am just letting you know you’re fucked!” “You left the murder weapon, and you left fingerprints all over the scene it will take a miracle to cover this up,” I said nonchalantly. “What were you fucked up on drugs or something?”

I straighten my papers on my desk, adjusting my glasses, dismissing him. “Like I said, worthless bitch!” He said. I laughed at him. “What is fucking funny?” he snapped.

“You think you’re’ better than me, huh?” He said. “Big ass ring on your finger Fancy office nice car. Expensive shoes! You probably only mess with rich niggas!”

“I hate stuck up bitches like you!” He said, banging on my desk.

“Boy, please!” I said, pointing at him. With my freshly done nails. “Boy? Bitch!” “Did you just call me a boy?” He said, rubbing his forehead.

I adjusted my skirt and shirt. I sat on the edge of my desk. Crossed my legs. Maybe you didn’t hear me. I said, clearing my throat. “I said, little fucking boy!” “Who throws tantrums?” I said, rolling my neck and pointing at him again.

He ran over to me, choking me, slamming me on the desk. “I will kill you bitch!” He said, banging my head on my desk.

“I can get another damn lawyer after I hide your body!”

I spread my legs and wrapped them around him. “Don’t fight bitch!” He said. Squeezing my neck to the point of snapping it. I was about to die! My panties soaked as he choked the life out of me. I rolled my eyes; I felt the anger and testosterone leak off him. He was really about to kill me!

My heart was racing! The blood lust in his eyes, he saw me as a target! Wow! He was livid.

I feared for my life. My brain was telling me that I was in danger! All the signs, he was earnest.

“Fuck me!” I yelped. He stopped. “What did you say?” He looked at me as if I was crazy! “Fuck me!” “What the fuck is this a porno to you?” You crazy bitch!

“I’m not fucking you!” “What the fuck!” He said, let me go. “Damn, I knew you were a scared little boy,” I said, sitting up and rubbing my neck. My voice was hoarse, “Get the fuck out!” I said, rubbing my neck.

He held his forehead again! “I said get the fuck out fuck boy!” I yelled, he ran over to me. “I’m not a little boy bitch,” he said, knocking me down again.

“I’m about to fuck you up!” He said, pinning me down. He snatched my lace panties off, lifting my skirt and fucking me on my desk, lifting my leg squeezing my ankles.

“Yes, you crazy fuck!” “Fuck me!” “Because you’re going away for a long time!” I said, enjoying the pleasure he was so rough banging my head, choking me, breaking my insides. He was fucking up my office, and I loved it, knocking everything off my desk! He was slinging me all over my counter, Breaking my fancy glasses and figurines.

I can buy all that shit again! “I’m a rich boy!” I yelled.

He bit a hole into my lip. “You like it rough, huh?” “You little bitch” how about this he grunted, biting my neck. I screeched, which only made me wetter!

I clawed his back and squeezed his balls. I had my own firm, so nobody was there but us! “You… crazy bitch” he yelled while he fucked me. “Yes! Oh, god, yes, take your anger out in me!” I moaned.

“It hurts so damn well!” I cried. He was fucking me up! I had bruises on my ankles and thighs.

He pulled out and shoved his dick in my mouth, choking me.

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” He said, trying to kill me. I couldn’t breathe, which only made me ooze more!

“Smack me with your dick,” I told him! I was gargling my throw up! He beat me with the hard meat busting my lip. “Ooh,” I said, touching my mouth, it stung. His facial expression changed. Then he blew a load all over my face smearing it angrily knocking off my glasses. I opened my mouth wide, accepting the runoff, he stared at me, and then he left out my office slamming the door.

I laid on my desk, having an orgasm! My asshole jerked I could feel him in my ass through my pussy after I was finished I picked up my phone and called my friend Tasha.

“Hey, girl, I need a favor,” I told her, giving her the address.

“Another one,” she asked, annoyed.

“Thanks, bye!” I said, hanging up.

He will be back, and when he does come back, I have a position for him in the field. He is something that women need. He just needs to be trained a little. I run a small stable, and I need some excellent sex workers to call it community service paying a debt to society for past crimes. Women are also welcome; I laughed.

Yes, I am cheating, but not just with anybody! The worst type of people my clients the mentally sick, dirty rugged ones the drug dealer’s murderer’s thief’s liars and abusers.

My little secret part two

Community service.