Page 6 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

My stomach churns, a sickening feeling in my gut now.

“Just like that, baby, you know how I like it...” her muffled voice says while I stand there numbly in the dark room, unable to do or say anything.

Unable to even breathe.

I'm trying to make sense of what I’m hearing, but my mind refuses to process what I know is happening, because it’s not a reality that I want to face.

Even though I can hear her voice only a few feet away from me, merely separated by the stack of shelves, I can't believe or accept it.

Not until I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

Forcing my numb legs to move, I take a few steps to where the sound is coming from. The closer I get to them, the more nauseous I feel.

I should just turn around right now and walk away.

I can pretend that this didn’t really happen, and go back to the life that I know, with the woman I’ve been in love with for the last two years. I could take the easy way out, somehow even convince myself that this was only a figment of my imagination.

But I can’t.

I push past the stack of shelves separating us, until I’m standing right in front of them, watching the scene unfold before my eyes.

My fiancée, Lydia, the woman who’s having my baby, the woman I’ve been planning to spend the rest of my life with is right there, dress hiked up, pinned against the wall, getting pounded into oblivion by another man.

The older man has his hands under her ass as he holds her up against the wall, the top of her dress is pushed down, breasts on full display as they spill out of her bra.

His pants are down around his knees while her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he thrusts into her relentlessly, muttering things wildly into her ear as she moans and begs him not to stop.

The sickening feeling in my gut morphs into something that words fail to describe, the edges of my vision turning a hazy red.

I can taste the bile in my mouth. I swallow, and it takes all my willpower not to vomit on the floor right then.

I need to move. I need to get as far away as I possibly can from her right now, but my feet seem to be frozen in place. All I can dois stand there watching them so deep in the throes of their own passion that they don’t even notice me standing behind them.

I want nothing more than to let loose this animalistic rage brewing inside of me. To pull him off her and beat him to a bloody pulp. But the rational side of me realizes it wouldn’t matter.

He’s not forcing her.

She’s clearly enjoying it just as much as he is. Her screams of pleasure are an indictment of just how little she cares for me.

We were going to get married, have a baby, start a family.

Indescribable pain chokes me suddenly. The breath leaves my lungs, and suddenly, there isn’t enough air in the room.

“Yes, baby, don’t stop! Yes! Just like that! I’m so close!” she screams into his ear. He grunts loudly too, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Ears ringing and hands trembling, I start to stumble away from them.

I can’t be here. I can’t—I just can’t see this anymore.

My heart contracts painfully in my chest, breaking into a million pieces while the woman who swore she loved me more than anything else begs another man not to stop fucking her.

“Yes, baby! Yesssss!” she screams.

I turn around and stumble out, my hands holding on to the shelves for support. I can barely make out where I’m going through my blurred vision. I just know I need to get the hell out of there right now.

In my haste I knock a metal tray full of staplers and other office equipment off one of the shelves sending its contents flying all over the floor.

The sound ricochets like a gunshot in the quiet room.

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