Not That Complicated/Cheater

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Here I have the first part of two stories I want to work on. Now that Christmas break is near and I’ll have a ton of free time, I want to get back into writing. Please vote on which story you would rather read in the comment section. Don’t be shy to include what you think should happen as well. I would love to incorporate some of your ideas! If you like both, say so and maybe I’ll do the other at some point next year. Don’t forget to rate! 🙂

Not That Complicated

Shit! Eric thought as he jumped out of bed. It was seven twenty one which meant he overslept and wouldn’t be able to get his early morning workout. He jumped in the shower thinking at least he wouldn’t be late for work. As a freelance financial consultant, he has more freedom with his work hours, only needing to be on time for meetings, presentations and deadlines. He had a meeting in exactly forty minutes so he didn’t have time to make his morning smoothie either. He would have to settle on one from Fanatic, his favorite smoothie shop, after his meeting instead.

He stared at his reflection in the foggy mirror and admired his golden brown eyes. Many women have complimented him on how pretty they thought they were over the years and he had grown to like them too. They were a contrast to his deep mahogany skin tone but it was a good contrast that made him look exotic. He realized that he was already close to being late so he hurried and brushed his teeth and threw on the suit he laid out the night before making it out his condo on schedule. He would simply have to go to the gym at the end of the work day.


Alana was having a bad day. The dance school she taught at closed for the day due to flooding a broken pipe line caused. She loved teaching other children to dance as much as she loved taking care of her fourteen month old daughter, Anna. The kadıköy escort sitter still had her until five so she took the opportunity to go to the gym that she’d been wanting to buy a membership at. It was packed considering it was only a little after three but she managed to find a few free non-intimidating machines to start on.

By the time she was done, she was sweaty and tired but she still had to pick up Anna so her babysitter could get to another job. She made her way over to the small coffee shop located inside the mega gym and ordered a medium espresso with soy. She looked at her iPhone and found that she didn’t have as much time as she originally thought. It was a good fifteen minute drive to get to her apartment but she still had to stop by an ATM to get money for the sitter. With little less than twenty-five minutes to spare, Alana rushed to the lockers and retrieved her bag.

She stormed out of the locker room and ran right into a brick wall. A finely built brick wall that was impeccably dressed in what looked like an Armani suit and with her coffee spilt on it. She immediately started to panic both at the burning she felt from the coffee she spilt on herself and at the thought of having to pay the guy for the suit. She would never be able to afford to replace it even on her decent salary.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I was in a rush; I didn’t expect anyone to be in front of the door! I’m soooo sorry!” she exclaimed as she attempted to wipe the cooling brown liquid from his chest.

The man, obviously frustrated and highly upset, didn’t want to hear it. “God dammit! I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and you just ruined my suit!” he shouted. She finally looked up at what was the most handsome man she had ever come in contact with. It was just her luck to piss off someone so üsküdar escort good looking.

“Maybe I can clean it off? I don’t know. Oh, God, I’m sorry. Did I ruin it?” she asked as her heartbeat picked up speed. She whispered a silent prayer that the suit looked more expensive than it was.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have time to answer stupid questions like that. Consider yourself lucky I also don’t have time to bill you for this!” The man looked down at Alana and she was hoping he couldn’t smell the fear on her. He was fiercely handsome and it intimidated the hell out of her. His golden brown eyes shot daggers at her as he seemed to be committing her face to memory. Without another word, he stormed off leaving a frightened and coffee-less Alana standing there.


Eric cursed again as he stormed into his temporary office. He peeled the still wet suit off of himself and thanked God he had enough sense to keep a spare in his office. He was going to be a few minutes late to his meeting but that’s what he got for going to the gym in the afternoon when it was full of carless people. Armani was expensive and he was sure the suit would be ruined before he got a chance to get it cleaned properly. He wished he would have at least got the female’s name. Even if she couldn’t afford it, she at least could have paid for his pain and suffering after pouring hot coffee on him.

At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to be too harsh on her. Her expressive eyes spoke volumes at both the fear and attraction she felt for him. He was used to girls swooning over him but he could tell the girl was nervous. She looked to be about twenty, ten years his junior, and probably still in college but she was very pretty. He couldn’t get a good read on her body through his anger but he could see tuzla escort her small waist and ample breast through the clingy fabric of her shirt.

Eric’s phone started vibrating and it snapped him of his thoughts of the girl and back into reality. He grabbed his phone and keys and high tailed it out to make it to his meeting. Hopefully the rest of the day didn’t go as crappy as the first part did.



My husband was cheating on me. It wasn’t just a suspicion or me overreacting; I knew. He’s the most charming man I’d met and swept me off my feet so fast I barely had time to blink. The moment my eyes laid sight on him for the first time, I literally couldn’t breathe. He looked like a chocolate colored God. Tall, dark eyes, dark skin, amazing smile and a voice that could melt the panties off of any woman. He had a six figure salary and was always so chivalrous.

Never in my life had I ever slept with a man on the first date, but when he picked me up in his black Rolls-Royce and flashed his pearly whites at me, I was naked before we even had dinner. When he proposed to me just three months after we met, I felt like the luckiest woman alive to have such an amazing man fall in love with me. He was gorgeous, rich, and the most amazing lover in the history of the world. I’m exaggerating now (obviously) but that’s what it seemed like to me.

Now, three years later, he barely looks at me anymore and when he does it’s to express how I messed yet another thing up; but I notice the glances he shoots other women. And I notice the glances they shoot back at him. Despite all the affairs I’m sure he’s had and are still having, we still have sex. He feels obligated to do so probably so I won’t get suspicious. But it’s not the same anymore.

It’s all good though. I don’t plan on spending the rest of my life with someone who can barely look me in the eyes anymore. My only problem is our child. I couldn’t bare to look at my sweet little angle and tell him I’m the one who broke up his happy home. My solution was to make my husband divorce me instead and I had just the plan to make that happen.


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