Prologue
Hunter's POV
7 months ago
It's been a really long day, and all I want to do is take a shower and maybe order a pizza and have a quiet night in with Sara. I feel like I haven't had a second to breathe lately. Mark is pushing me really hard, and I'm the boss! Someday I'll have to remind my foreman just where he stands in the pecking order.
I'm this close to firing the guy, but he really does know his stuff.
I don't know why the hell he keeps insisting I stay later and later. His daughter, Portia, is a pain in my ass. I don't even know why she's on the work site! She shouldn't be! She's not one of my workers, and it's very unprofessional for her to dress like some slut and walk around in 6-inch heels on my sites! She's gonna fall and break an ankle, and then I'll be the one getting sued!
Sara's been complaining a lot lately, saying this project is taking too much out of me, and I'm never home. Well, she is right about that, but it's not my fault Mark is always calling me up for no reason at all, demanding I check the safety regulations, then telling his daughter to take care of it with me. What the hell is that all about?
Sara even asked me if I was spending more time at work because there was a side woman! What the hell kinda question is that? The only woman at work, besides my employees (who are happily married, by the way) is Portia. And really, I can't stand the bitch.
The short answer is, NO! I'm not cheating on my wife! If I didn't fully love her, I never would've married her! I'm not the kind of guy who does things half assed. When I married her, I promised to love only her. And I'm keeping that promise, no matter how much she nags at me.
I pull into the garage and I'm confused. Did Sara get a new car and not tell me about it? I try to think back to our conversations the last few months, and she hasn't even mentioned a new car!
It's not like I don't have the money for a Prius, but she could've at least told me! Why does it feel like I'm always the last to know things like this? I need to sit her down and set some rules, like if she's going to be spending my money, she at least has to tell me about it first!
I grunt in frustration and grab my tools, setting them on my work bench in the garage before shoving the door open, ready to ask my wife about the car.
But then I freeze. I think my brain just exploded... Or imploded. Not really sure at this point. I just know it's not fully functional at the moment. Because what I'm seeing before me can't be happening. It really can't! I'm sure this isn't happening...
My stomach twists in disgust.
And she accused me of being the one cheating!
I should've known better. When the accusations start, its normally because the other one is trying to cover up their own mistakes. She wanted to feel justified so she wouldn't feel guilty about it.
Sara, my naked wife, is on my kitchen table with her legs wrapped around her boss's head as he eats her out. She's moaning, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she grinds against Kai's face. I watch as she digs her nails into his thick black hair, not even noticing I've walked in.
Just what the hell am I supposed to say here? And what the hell am I supposed to feel? Because at this exact moment, I feel absolutely nothing.
Not anger. Not betrayal. Not resentment.
I might feel a little bit of disgust. That is my fucking table he's eating her out on, after all. I eat on that thing! Now I'll have to decontaminate it!
But other than that, I feel nothing.
"Okay, get out," I say calmly, finally getting my brain to function again and stepping fully into my kitchen. If they are going to mess around, it will not be in my own home.
Kai Owens pulls his face away from my wife's pussy, still covered in her juices and freezes in shock. I can see the panic as he looks up at me. I don't blame him. He's not a big guy, and I could pummel him if I so chose... But I won't. Not right now.
Sara screams in shock and sits up immediately, and then she has the decency to put her legs down and look embarrassed, even covering her breasts with her arms. Not that it matters, not like I haven't already seen everything she's got to offer... I suppose she feels like sharing now.
"You'd better go, Kai," she whispers, slipping off the table, searching the ground for her discarded clothes.
I shake my head. "No, I said get out. Both of you," I say stepping forward, swiping the bra from a chair and chucking it at her head.
"Baby, we were just messing around-" fumbling for the flimsy piece of lacy cloth, turning away from me while she puts on the bra.
"I don't give a shit if he was giving you CPR through your pussy. Get the hell outta my house," I state, still amazingly calm. Honestly, I should get an award for how clear-headed I'm handling this! I'm not throwing things in rage; I'm not even punching the bastard for touching my wife!
I wonder if I'm going into shock? That might explain a lot. I'm just so fucking tired right now. I want them out of my home so I can go upstairs and take a shower. Maybe I'll still order that pizza.
"Hunt, baby... I was just trying to spice things up a little," she gives me a sheepish smile. "We didn't mean anything by it.... You could join us..." she bats her brown eyes at me. "You know... spice up our romance a little more..."
I'm going to be honest. I've got no idea what the fuck is coming out of her mouth right now. It all sounds like bullshit. I didn't know how sleeping around was meant to spice up 'our' relationship.
"Yeah, well you sure did something. Now take the spice out of my fucking house before I call the cops," I state handing my wife her black panties. "I'm gonna have to fucking burn my grandmother's table now," I snarl.
Kai reaches for his clothes and tosses them on, not even bothering to button anything, without looking at me. Smart man. I wish my wife would take the hint.
Before he can reach the safety of my garage, I stop him. "Take the bitch with you." I'm not joking. I want both of them out of my home now! If he's planning on screwing her later, might as well get it over with.
"Hunt, you don't mean-" Sara gasps at me, holding a large shirt in front of her small frame like some sort of shield. Not that I'm looking. I don't want anything under there. Not anymore.
"I can't even stand to look at you. Let alone stay married to you. Be expecting to hear from my lawyer," I growl, finally having had enough.
"W-what do you mean? You can't divorce me! Wh-where will I go?" she pouts, like this is all fucking about her. Of course, that is what she would think. That I had wronged her in some way. Well, too bad for her.
I sneer down at her. "Do I fucking look like I even care? You had the nerve to accuse me of cheating on you. I never did, Sara. Not once did my eyes even stray to another woman. And yet, I find you, in my own fucking kitchen, doing exactly what you accused me of."
Sara stands frozen in a shirt that clearly isn't even hers. Did she show up to my house in his shirt? That disgust burns low in my belly. I'll deal with it later.
I'm tempted to ask how long they have been fucking around behind my back, but then I realize, I don't even care anymore.
I grab her by the upper arm and shove her at Kai. "You've got 5 seconds to get out of my house," I reiterate.
However, neither of them even move. They stand frozen in place, like they can't believe what is going on. Well, they aren't the only ones. But I'm not fucking bluffing and they're going to find out very soon.
"Hunter, what about my clothes?" she demands.
I shrug my shoulders. "Not my problem. Maybe I'll make a big bon fire and throw all your stuff into it. Seems fitting since I'm the one who paid for it all."
Sara's face pales. Then she shakes her head vigorously, "Hunt! You can't do this to me! You can't do this to us! We can work it out-"
"There is nothing to work out. Get out of my house you worthless whore. All you have done since I married you 3 years ago is use my fucking money. Well, now you can get a fucking job like everyone else and earn it!" I snarl.
Okay, so I think the shock has started to wear off and now the fury is working its way through my system. Now I need a fucking double shot. And maybe to punch my fist through Kai's fucking face.
Then I grab my phone and don't even think twice.
"9-1-1. What is your emergency?"
"Yes, I've got two intruders in my house. I'd like them escorted off my property, and I'd like them put away for trespassing," I growl looking right at the furious face of my wife.
I can't even call her that anymore. Once upon a time, that word brought me a thrill of happiness. Now she's just some slut that thought sharing her pussy with her boss would 'spice up our relationship.'
"We'll be right there," the operator stated. I don't bother waiting for anything else, I just hang up.
"You are kicking us out of my own house?" Sara is vibrating in indignation and rage. She can rage all she wants. She doesn't belong here any longer.
"This is MY house! I built it with my own two hands! I'm going to call Greg and ask him to put a restraining order on you. If you step foot on my property again, I'm putting you behind bars," I snarl, stepping closer to her.
She looks scared. Like I'd ever hurt her! Well, she'll learn now what it feels like to have nothing. Because that is exactly what she's getting from me. She can go whine to Kai about money. Maybe he'll fall for it. Not my problem.
By the time Sara has her pants and shoes on, the cops show up.
"I can't believe you are doing this to me!" She growls, struggling against the cops pulling her out of my home.
"Take them away, officers. And Sara?" I speak.
She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. Does she really think I'll suddenly have a change of heart? I guess she doesn't know me at all. Once you screw me over, you don't get second chances.
"I never want to see your face again!" Then I turn around, not paying attention as the officers escort the trespassers off my property and out of my life.
