AINSLEY

Amore’s POV

Once again, it happened.

I was shocked, hurt, embarrassed. Think of any negative emotion at the moment and that was exactly how I felt. She did it again.

Who?

My mom. Yes, my mom has done it again. I rushed home to share my excitement with her. After our last fight five months ago, we were finally getting back to our usual style. I had not totally forgiven her, but I was willing to if only she would stop.

“Mom! Mom!” I yell, turning the doorknob to the entrance and finding it open. I rush into the house with excitement, but the scene before me snuff it out.

My mom was lying naked on the couch, and my boyfriend had his dick in her and his head buried in her neck.

They both stop to look at me in shock before they realize and move away from each other, both calling after me as I ran out of the house into my car and drive off. My hands are shaking like jelly on the steering, I was just trying to do the breathing exercise. Breathe in-Breathe out as slowly as I could.

This was the second time this year she’s done that.

She told me she was different. She told me she was sorry. She told me she had changed. That was all that was running through my head as I was driving. I just need to get away from her.

I had no destination in mind, but I knew I need to get away.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I probably look like a raccoon right now from all the smudged mascara. I knew she didn’t deserve my tears, but I couldn’t stop them from falling.

My car screen lit up with a call from my boyfriend, Mike, who I’m definitely breaking up with.

Mike convinced me he was not like the rest. I had told him what my mom often does, he said he was different. After constantly being lied to I thought I have smartened up and was now wiser or at least, could react better in situations like this, turns out that was only in my head.

I hit accept instead of decline like I want to. I clear my throat quietly. That bastard doesn’t deserve to hear me in my weak moment. He doesn’t deserve to hear my voice crack.

“I can explain what you saw. It’s not what you are thinking,” I hear him yell over the speaker.

But what other explanation do I need?

“Go on, explain,” I spit bitterness lacing my voice. As much as I try putting a lid on my emotion, my voice betray me.

“I—I don’t know wh-at—” he keeps stuttering. ” I don’t know what came over me. It happened suddenly, It was not planned” He keeps trying to explain.

“Can you please stop talking? I’ve given you the chance to explain, but there’s nothing to explain. Not only did you cheat on me, you did it with my mom! We are done.” I end the call.

Today was supposed to be a great day. We welcomed a rising talent at work today, and all I wanted was to share the good news.

I need to cool down, so I park my luxury SUV by the side of the road. Once my breathing was even, I decide I need a drink. I need to let go of this reoccurring bad day and let go, have fun. Today is ending happy.

Driving to the closest club I could find, I didn’t even bother trying to adjust my clothes or re-apply my makeup. I probably look crazy, but I couldn’t care less at the moment.

I need to drink until I am numb. I don’t want to feel anything. From the entrance I can hear the loud club music playing, people sat scattered at the bar, but most are on the dance floor. It smells like a mix of alcohol, perfume, sweat and the flashing light from the disco balls were doing nothing to alleviate my mood. I sit at the bar and order shots of tequila repeatedly.

I don’t get drunk easily. I need something strong in large quantity. I down my shots, but the effect was not numbing enough. Though drunk, I still feel angry and betrayed, but I want to feel empty.

I look around at everyone dancing and having fun, with a few miserable people that mirror me. I decide to get out of my own head and watch other people have fun. Maybe I can even catch a distraction.

Then my eyes caught him.

He was dressed in a tight black top with black leather pants and a black leather crop jacket. He had four layers of silver necklaces around his neck, and his tiny stud shone once the lights reflected on it. He looked a little shorter than I am, probably slightly younger too. His midnight blue hair was packed in a man bun, and his stubble completed his look. All I describe was not what captivated me about him; it was the way he moves.

He moved freely on the dance floor, grinding on the lady behind him. They didn’t look like lovers, probably friends. Anyway, there’s only one way to know.

I feel so lost in pain, and thoughts of getting with him on a whim would give me that semblance of freedom, control and wildness. I decide to go to him. I’ll live on the wild side of life today. I laugh to myself.

I stumble over to the middle of the dance floor. I think I underestimated how drunk I am.

My drunken mind was clouded with only one thing in focus: HIM.

I got closer to him, and I’m right, I am taller. He smells so sweet, but his scent was mixed with alcohol. I start to move my body to the beat right when I am in front of him. Our eyes meet, and I use my eyes to communicate with him the best way I can. I can’t talk much anyways, doubt he’ll hear anything over this loud ass music. And was I right once again? Yes, I was. He moves closer to me and put his arms around my neck. So, I was right, he is not with his lover. His friend was smiling behind him, looking like a proud mom. I couldn’t care less, I was drunk and almost wasted, I’d probably not be able to make a full sentence in my present state.

Now that he is closer to me, I can see him clearly. Is he beautiful? Damn right he is. He has piercing hazel eyes which accentuates his face, they look like a rare gem.

I get lost staring into his eyes. I feel more intoxicated just looking into his eyes. I dance with him until I lose track of time, and his body movement doesn’t get slower, which just made me horny. Should I really be doing this? He looks so captivating with an aura of innocence. The alcohol did not let any seed of doubt land, talk less germinate. So, in my judgment, I press my lips against his. All I want is to drown everything I feel.

His lips were soft and full. I can taste the liquor on him. I feel his lips moving against mine like a perfect dance. He tries dominating, but who is he kidding? After the little dominance fight, which didn’t last long, I dominate the kiss and pull him closer to me. He places his hands on my hips, which I wasn’t feeling, so I move them to my soft and perky ass, and it gets rougher from there. The kiss becomes a heated make out, and when we finally brake apart for air, we decide to go to his house to continue. Of course, we couldn’t go to mine; it’s the place of my torment.

We get into his car; he has a driver. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other the whole ride. Once the car stops, we get down and rush into the apartment. I can’t even look around to appreciate the apartment or disapprove of it because all that was going through my mind was sex.

We almost land on the couch, but since even in my drunken state I was pissed at couches, I told him to take me to his room.

The moment we got to his room, we pull at each other’s clothes until we are both fully naked. We are just moving around each other hungrily. I can feel his hands on my body, my neck, thighs, breasts—just everywhere. The alcohol makes it all heightened. He is nibbling on my neck, and his hands are massaging my breasts.

My hands are moving up to his abs, and down to his dick in a somewhat frantic motion . I hold his dick in a tight grip, moving my hands up and down them as he nibbles on my breast and takes my sensitive nipples in his mouth, making me arch my back.

He definitely is skilled, his touches successfully distracting me for tonight, I couldn’t even remember something happened earlier this evening. His movement was drawing light moans from me, my eyes were watering slightly from pleasure and I am having such a good time. We go on and on for the night.

So this is it for the first chapter guys. I was first thinking of writing a full smut but I’m pretty bad at that, sure you guys noticed, I’ll try to see if I can include in other chapters but no promise.

Constructive critics are welcomed but no rude comments are welcomed. Let’s be civil