Chapter 2 #2
Shoving my panties back on, I slip my skirt down my legs and step out of it, putting it in my purse along with my sweater before I stare at myself in the mirror.
I’d shopped at Victoria’s Secret for this red lace set, assured by the clerk that it would have my fiancé melting like butter in my hands.
I work out and groom myself, I eat right and try hard to look good, so if he doesn’t throw me over the counter, the table, or the couch, I’m going to cry.
There’s only so much masturbating a person can do.
Even worse when it’s my boss I think about while doing it and not Josh.
I’d planned on surprising Josh tonight after work, but this is even better. It’s his day off, so he’ll be home all day. Pulling my phone out, I shoot him a text.
ME: Hey, how’s your day going?
Eric, his cousin from back home who has been staying with us, is out job hunting all day, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.
JOSH: Just at home, catching up on chores.
Not for long.
Slipping my coat on, I tighten the belt then preen my hair, applying red lipstick to match the underwear.
Walking through the office feels naughty, knowing my jacket is the only thing keeping my secret beneath it. I make my way to the parking garage then slip into my car, my heart already racing with anticipation.
Butterflies dance in my stomach as I head to our apartment door. I’ve decided I’m not going to shy away from what I want from Josh and just ask for it. Taking a deep breath, I open the front door, placing down my purse and opening my coat so my underwear is on full display.
Music is playing loudly, so I stupidly look around the hallway to ensure I entered the right apartment. Josh doesn’t like loud music, and he’s fussy about who he listens to. But I’m pretty sure Taylor Swift is playing through the apartment, and something is thumping in rhythm to it.
I did ask him to hang some pictures…
Moving through the apartment, my footsteps muted by the music, I round the corner into the kitchen and come to an abrupt halt. My jaw goes slack, and a sinking feeling spreads through my stomach like seawater flooding a ship.
No.
What?
My palm splays across my chest to prevent it from splitting in two. The thumping continues as Eric’s hips plow into the kitchen counter. Thud … thud … thud … thud … thud…
Josh, buck-ass naked, is fucking Eric’s ass like he’ll win a medal if he does it fast and hard enough. This can’t be happening. Maybe I endured more damage from my fall than I initially thought.
I feel like one of the baubles from the tree, scattering into a million pieces, the tiny shards too minuscule to ever fit back together.
How can this be real? I swipe my eyes to make sure I’m not hallucinating.
“Argh!” Eric screeches when he sees me. Josh doesn’t even notice me until I throw my keys onto the table, his attention flicking from the clatter to me, his eyes going wide.
Color drains from his face, and Eric pulls away from him, racing to use one of my Christmas-themed throw pillows from the couch to cover his thin, long pencil dick. I’ll never again be able to see Rudolph’s red nose without picturing this moment.
Gross.
Grabbing his phone with his free hand, Eric presses at the screen until the music cuts off. They were fucking to Taylor Swift. Josh bought me tickets to her concert for my birthday.
Bastard.
Traitorous fucking bastard.
And making Tay Tay an accomplice… Unforgivable. “You’re cousins?” I blurt, confusion muddling my brain.
“Through marriage,” Eric quickly defends, sweat coating his pasty skin. “Cousins through marriage.”
Oh, that’s all right, then!
“What are you doing home?” Josh has the audacity to ask, like I haven’t just caught him balls deep in his cousin.
No wonder he wasn’t fucking me.
Humiliation has bile creeping up my throat, causing tears to burn the backs of my eyes. “I wanted to surprise you.” I laugh, waving a hand down my undressed form. “I guess you had a surprise for me too, huh?” This red set cost me a fortune. Money wasted that I can never get back.
He steps around the counter, his dick still at half-mast and shining from what I can only assume is lube. And he had the cheek to embarrass me about the lube my body produces naturally? “Poppy.” He says my name like he’s placating a pet.
“Don’t.” I hold up a hand to prevent him from coming any closer.
All this time, I thought I was the problem, but in reality, he would rather be fucking his cousin. His male cousin. “You’re gay,” I announce. A light bulb turns on in my brain, all the pieces connecting and I chuckle like a crazy person. He’s fucking gay.
“I’m not,” he retorts defensively, like I’ve insulted him. “It’s just something we do. I’m going to marry you.” He says this matter-of-factly, like I’ve come home and caught him baking cookies, not fucking his cousin.
My fists clench, recognizing all of the time I’ve wasted, thinking there was something wrong with me and sticking it out all the while. “You’re a cheater!” I snap.
Sighing, he shakes his head, his blonde hair falling over his forehead. I always loved when his hair did that, but now I want to take scissors to it. How blind have I been? “It’s not cheating, not really.”
He’s lost his fucking mind.
“I love you,” he gives me lost puppy dog eyes, his plea raspy. “We’re getting married, Pop.”
Eric’s shoulders fall, swapping the cushion for a blanket. “The hell we are,” I scoff. Belting my coat, I grab my keys and leave back the way I came.
“Pop.”
“Pop.”
“Poppy…”