Page 2 of Strong Side
Taking in a deep breath, I try to summon the strength to get out of my car and climb the one flight of stairs to my unit. My headache isn’t lessening, and if I don’t get some meds in me stat, I’m going to be in trouble. I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and get out.
On my way up the stairs, I hear loud music playing, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from until I reach the landing on my floor. It’s definitely from my apartment, which doesn’t make sense. I don’t think that Trey would be blasting music while hanging out in my apartment. Maybe it’s my roommate, Zoey.
As I’m putting my key in the lock, I hear Trey shout, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. When I push open the door, my body freezes, my eyes widen, and my jaw falls to the floor at what I see before me.
Trey is naked and pounding into my roommate, who is bent over the arm of the couch. They haven’t noticed me yet, and I’m too stunned to say anything.
“That’s right, Zo. Take my dick like a good little slut. I’m gonna wreck your fuckin’ pussy.” He grabs her hair and pulls it as he pistons into her, forcing her head back.
Zo?
When I move my gaze to her and look at her face, her eyes are closed, mouth open. She’s clearly enjoying the wrecking of her pussy. It’s carnal and raw. The kind of thing you’d see in a porno. Strange thing is … we have never, ever—in the two years we’ve been together, had sex like this.
I’m literally struck speechless.
“You feel so good, Trey. Fuck me harder,” she moans out.
My bag slides off my shoulder and hits the ground. The sound makes them both look over at me.
And he. Keeps. Pumping.
“Oh shit.Fuck. Noelle!” Zoey screeches, and at least she has the decency to try to pull away from Trey and cover herself up withmyblanket that’s draped over the back of the couch.
He backs up, cock still hard—no condom—not bothering to cover his erection, and lifts his arms. “What the fuck, Noelle? Why are you home early?”
I can’t seem to make my mouth move, both from the pain in my head and the scene before me. But when Zoey starts to walk over to me, I raise my arms out in front of me to stop her from getting anywhere close to me. “Do not come near me.”
“I’m so sorry, Noelle. We didn’t think you would be home so early.” Not anI’m sorry I’m fucking your boyfriend on our couch, butSorry you came home early.
I glance over to see Trey pulling up his boxers. The ones I bought him for Christmas this year that have little baseballs printed all over them. Un-fucking-believable.
“Right, well, I’m so sorry to interrupt. You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves.” I pick up my backpack and turn to reach for the handle on the door as Trey takes a step forward.
“Noelle, wait. Fuck. This isn’t what you think?—”
“Oh, and, Trey, we’re so fucking over.” I boil with rage at Trey. “You need to be gone when I come back, and I never—I mean,never—want to see or hear from you again.” I turn my attention to Zoey and point a finger at her. “And since my parents are paying for this apartment, you need to leave too.”
“What?! Where am I going to go? We still have a few weeks left of school,” she whines.
“Zo, I really don’t care. Go stay with Trey!” I start to laugh, a little maniacal.
“Come on, Noelle. You’re over—” he starts to speak, but I stop him.
“NO.” Shaking my head and closing my eyes, I can’t muster the strength to engage with him further. My head is full-on pounding now, and I need to get out of here. Fast.
When I open my eyes, I look at them both one last time. “Get the fuck out of my apartment by five p.m., or I’m calling the cops.” I walk out the door, letting it slam behind me.
I rush down the stairs and get back into my car, throwing my backpack into the back seat. I know what I just saw, but also …
What the fuck just happened?
I never had any reason to suspect that they were messing around right under my nose—and in my own home, no less.
My hands are shaking, and my breathing is unsteady. I try pulling in some deep breaths to calm down, or at least clear my head enough so I can leave the parking lot without having to watch them leave.
Looking around my car, I search for my phone and realize I put it in the side pocket of my backpack when I got out earlier. I turn and reach for it, feeling it buzzing when I get ahold of it. I look at the screen and see it’s Trey calling, and I immediately hit Decline. I can’t hear his voice right now. And literally nothing he could say to me would erase what I just walked in on.
I’m so fucking stupid for staying with him as long as I did. I heard rumors that when we broke up, he would fool around with girls, and it hurt, but I convinced myself it was okay because we weren’t together. But this I can’t ignore.
