Chapter 5: The Irony

His chuckle became a growl, and soon enough he started to press harder into me, almost angrily. I shuddered, unable to understand what had upset him. My mind was confused but my body did not know how to react, even as pleasure expanded all through me.

Was he upset because he realized I was using him as much as he was using me? He didn’t know what had happened to me today, but he could tell I was in some kind of plan against my boyfriend.

“It seems you are not satisfied enough, babygirl…” he said with a low voice. “Maybe I have to work harder on you,” he whispered in my ear.

The next thing I knew, he pushed the top of my dress down, and took a breast with his free hand, massaging it and then tugging at my nipples. I yelped, and just at the same time, he thrusted deeper, rubbing my clit.

I screamed; a long and loud moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t contain the wave that took over me and I felt my legs quiver, warm liquid expelled from my intimacy and I was in shock of what I was capable of.

Charles kept his fingers inside me for a bit longer, allowing me to calm down for a few seconds, then he pulled them out and let me go.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and started to dry his fingers and hand, all of it covered with the liquid I had spelled. I blushed deeply at the sight.

He moved his handkerchief to attempt to dry me, but I was embarrassed and I refused it, getting my own underwear from the floor and drying my legs and intimate parts, still very sensitive.

I looked at the piece of fabric in my hand and sighed, it was a nice piece I liked, and I had bought it for tonight. I threw it into the trash can and sighed. “They are useless now, too dirty,”

My eyes drifted to Charles, and I remembered he focused his attention on me but did not cum himself, so I attempted to stroke him. “Now I can focus on you,” I said softly.

But he refused, shaking his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

He tugged back his member inside his pants and zipped it, his face was cold and distant. Why was he suddenly so indifferent? He had enjoyed teasing me while I was on the call with Max, so why the change now?

My face changed, and my mind too. I was not going to let another man crush my night. If I was going to come out from this room with something, it would be with my pride and dignity, so I adjusted my dress, pulling down to cover my intimate and sensitive parts, and up to cover my breasts, then realized it would not be enough.

“I need either your shirt or jacket, please. It’s chilly outside,” I said, not even looking at him.

He kept quiet for a few seconds, then he handed me his jacket and I put it on, making sure it covered me well. Then I walked to the door, and opened it, half expecting him to stop me. But as I walked out, he did not stop me nor came after me, he simply let me go. It was for the best; we were two strangers and the chances for us to ever meet again were practically none.

……

Three days later，I was standing in front of my place, nervously tapping on the floor, waiting for Max to show up and pick me up. It was his father’s birthday, Jason, who had always been extremely nice to me since I met him.

When I saw Max’s car turn around the corner, I took a deep breath for what was to come. I had already decided I wasn’t going to tell him I knew or saw anything that happened back during Valentine’s day. I would plan my revenge carefully, and discover every other secret he hid from me.

He stopped right in front of me, and gave me his winning smile. “Hey babe, hop up!”

I forced a smile and walked around his car, opening the door and climbing back in. He leaned and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I smiled at him. He started the car once more and we headed to his parent’s residence.

“You look tired, are you ok? Have you slept well?” he asked me suddenly.

Images of what happened with Charles came to me and I laughed awkwardly. “It’s just work, sometimes I have to stay up longer to make sure everything is in order,” I made up the excuse quickly.

He sighed. “You should try to find an easier job, babe, you can’t let that job squeeze everything out of you.”

“I couldn’t, you know I love what I do, that job is my dream, so even though sometimes I sleep less, it still makes me happy,” I genuinely responded.

“Ugh, I know,” he said while shrugging. “You are a workaholic, either I like it or not.”

The car pulled into Jason's driveway right around seven o'clock. Jason, always the eager host, was already standing at the door, a wide smile on his face. He greeted me with a warm, welcoming hug, his enthusiasm always refreshing. Inside, Katherine, Max's mother, enveloped me in a hug of her own.

“I missed you so much Abi! You have been working so much and not finding time to come visit!” The delicious aroma of my favorite dishes filled the air, a testament to Katherine's culinary skills and her thoughtful gesture.

It was clear they were both genuinely happy to have me there, and despite the turmoil in my personal life, their warmth and hospitality offered a comforting relief.

After entering the house, we settled into the cozy living room, the warmth of the fireplace chasing away the chill of the evening. Max sat beside me and gently rubbed my hands, noticing my slight shiver. "Cold, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Just a bit," I replied, offering him a grateful smile. His touch was comforting, if only I didn’t know the truth about him.

Katherine, beaming with approval at Max's gesture, turned her attention to me. "So, Abigail, dear," she began, her voice filled with warmth and a hint of playful curiosity. "When are you two lovebirds finally going to tie the knot?"

Max was visibly uncomfortable and shifted in his seat. "Mom, we've talked about this. We're both focused on our careers right now."

Katherine waved her hand dismissively. "Careers, schmareers! You're not getting any younger, you know. And Abigail is such a wonderful girl. You'd be a fool to let her slip away." She turned to Max, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Son, you need to cherish this girl. Marry her, and make her happy. Don't wait too long."

I sat quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. The irony of the situation was not lost on me. Katherine was urging Max to marry me, completely unaware of the truth that was hiding in his son, she only saw the surface of our relationship. Little did she know that the man she was praising was the same man who had betrayed my trust, the same man I was now plotting against.

And at that moment, as if on cue, Blake emerged from the kitchen, a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand. "Something smells amazing in here," he remarked, his eyes twinkling as he took in the scene. He greeted everyone warmly, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

Katherine seized the opportunity. "Blake, dear, you're just in time. We were just discussing Max and Abigail's wedding plans."

Blake's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Really? That's wonderful news." He turned to me, his voice laced with a hint of forced cheerfulness. "Congratulations, Abigail."

I offered him a polite smile, my mind racing. Blake, of all people, was now congratulating me on the possibility of a marriage to Max.

Max, sensing the tension in the air, quickly changed the subject. "So, Blake, how's your father doing? I heard he wasn't feeling well."

Blake's expression softened. "He's doing better, thanks. It was just a minor setback. He'll be back on his feet in no time."

As we continued to chat, I couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness. Here was Blake, the man with whom Max had betrayed me, acting as if nothing had happened. And Max, oblivious to me knowing the truth, was treating him like a brother.

“By the way, Abigail, Max was with me the whole night the other day at the hospital, it was very rough,” Blake added, which reminded me of his supposed injured leg.

I looked at him and saw he had a bandage, no cast, and walking almost normally. “I thought he said you broke your leg.”

He almost choked on his cookie and coughed. “Oh no, it hurt like it did though, but the doctors injected some medication and the pain got under control, then the swelling lowered.”

I nodded. “I am happy to hear that, Blake. That could be so painful, but you had a good nurse with you. He is such a good friend, isn’t he?” I said and smiled at Max.

“Oh yes, he is the best, and I just wanted to vouch for him, so you knew he was not fooling around with another woman,” he said amused.

Oh the irony of him of all people saying that, I chuckled and nodded. “I know, Blake, I know he would not fool around with another woman.”

Max leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I won’t cheat on you with another girl, you know that, right?"

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. He was such a good actor. "Of course, Max," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "I know."

But even as I said the words, I knew they were a lie. A burning desire for revenge had replaced the love I had once felt for Max. Uncovering his true face would be the first part, but now I knew he was hiding many more secrets from me, and I would want to uncover them all.

He was a great chameleon, changing colors to adjust and blend with the people he wanted to, but where did I fit in all of this? Why didn’t he just open up about his tastes in men? Why lie to me and pretend in front of his parents? There was something behind all of this, and I was going to uncover it..

Turning to Blake with a playful smirk, I couldn't resist adding, "But how would I know if he's lying?"