Chapter 3 His Best Friend Will Help

Sienna

I felt cold shivers run down my spine, I stared at the condoms in my hands, with the

liquid inside that smelt like sperm, I couldn't make words for what I had going on in my

head. Did someone spend some time in our house while my husband and I were away?

Then I turned to ask Alex.

"Babe, did you see this? How's this here." I asked, raising the dangling condoms up for

him to get a better view.

"I certainly have no idea." Alex muttered as he dried his body, walking out of the

bathroom.

"Well someone definitely used it." It was as though I was trying to solve an ancient

mystery.

I shoved it back to the bin and had my shower unsatisfied. My flight was already canceled, so

i decided to retire to bed, I had a new idea come into my head, and Alex had decided not to do

his job, then maybe his best friend could help him do it.

I turned toward Alex, tapping his shoulders to get him awake.

"Alex I feel very sick. Can Roman come check me out tonight? You know I'd be

traveling tomorrow morning." I whispered.

"Do you ever get tired of bugging me with questions? I need to get some rest." Alex

howled, ignoring the question I asked.

I sat up and leaned at the head of the bed, while Alex fell back alseep immediately,

snoring like a pregnant pig.

I went ahead and texted Roman to come get me tested. Roman was my husband's best friend

and also one of the top medical doctors in LA.

In not less than an hour, the doorbell rang.

I made my way downstairs to the entrance door, peeped through the security hole, and saw

Roman.

I opened the door and smiled, ushering him in.

"Alex is already asleep. But I need to get tested, I feel so much fatigue." I complained,

looking straight into his eyes while I flipped my brown wavy hair.

He came in with his medical kits and set them on a table, about to get to work. I kept

following the every move of his hands when he grabbed me by my waist, bringing us to a

close embrace.

"Are you sure you need medical attention? You look like you need a dick attention

instead." He said, grabbing my chin and locking his lips on mine.

I didn't flinch because I know Alex was a deep sleeper, not even the sound of a truck

would wake him up unless it's 6am.

Roman didn't let me get my lips off of his. He kept kissing me, our tongues rolling, and

our soft moans filling the living room air.

Roman took different parts of my body, caressing, squeezing, and grabbing, telling me

how sexy and how hot I was. Whispering into my ears that all he ever dreamed of was the

time he'd have me on his bed and banged me.

He made hold of the armrest of the couch, put my leg on the top, got in between me from

behind and shoved his dick inside of me. My fluids already dripping made for a slimy

entrance. He thrust in and out with so much rigor.

It's almost unreal how much pleasure he gives me.

By the time I had my second orgasm, my legs were already shaky.

Roman carried me up and took me to the guest room, laid me on the bed, and slid his

fingers inside of me, stroking me until I he felt my squirts all over his hands.

He didn't stop, and he lifted my legs to his shoulders and went deep into me with his inches

again. This time, he didn't go any slow. By the time I had my third orgasm, my pussy

already became sore. But somehow I was still so wet and Roman kept going until he

busted his cum all over my pussy and belly.

For the first time in my life, I felt real orgasm, that Alex never gave me. And before I could

process the whole experience, I dozed off into a deep sleep on the guest bed.

*********

The bright morning sun hits my face and I sprang up to my feet, hoping it was a dream of

me fucking my husband's bestfriend.

I was alone on the guest bed and realized I had been fucked there by Roman while my

husband slept peacefully upstairs.

I prayed to the heavens, hoping that Alex hadn't heard my moans from last night.

I finally stood up from the bed after spending minutes thinking about the things Roman

did to me.

I jerked on remembering I had a flight to catch that morning. I ran up the stairs to the

bedroom to pack up my luggage. I met a furious Alex pacing our room with his hands

akimbo.

Shit! He probably heard, I was so dead.

"Why haven't you signed the documents I sent to your email yesterday?"

I exhaled slowly, feeling a bit relieved he wasn't asking about last night.

"Uhmm, I'll do that right away." I said, as I headed straight to my closet.

It had completely erased from my memory that Alex had sent me a document to sign in

other to approve a huge amount of money for new desktops.

Since our marriage, Alex had always said, his empire is a family one,thereby both our

signatures will be needed for futher running of the business.

All Alex ever cared about, all that ever brought Alex and I to a close contact and

relationship was the chains of businesses he had around the country.

He always said, sex, love or kids weren't the most important thing now. His top priority

was the build solid generational wealth, so our kids wouldn't lack when they finally come.

Since then, he hardly touched me, hardly told me I was beautiful, all he ever said was

"sign this document. It's very important."

That morning, I ignored Alex rant on why I didn't sign the documents. The high pitch of

his voice made my stomach twirl. I had a fashion show to attend to and I wasn't going to

let Alex spoil the rest of my day.

"All you care about is buying expensive shoes and bags and not giving a care in the

world about how the money comes." Alex went on while I packed few of my clothes.

"You should be grateful I decided to marry a wretched, retarded orphan like you." He

spat and stomped out, leaving me to digest the weight of his words.

I already told myself Alexander's words won't get to me anymore but I just couldn't help

it. My throat tightened and I just let the tears roll down.

***

I got to the airport and boarded my first class flight to Paris... I kept myself mind busy

with the night I had with Roman, the heights he took me, the times I almost passed out.

The orgasms I never thought I'd experienced.

How I dozed off, and woke up feeling brand new. Then the email I was yet to sign.

Oh shit! I had forgotten again.

I took my phone and opened my email to check the documents.

Then I saw an email from my bestfriend Sofia Monroe, she had sent me a picture of my

husband walking into his office, holding hands with a woman.

Sofia, had been my bestfriend since childhood and we've experienced life together. I was

actually introduced to Alex by Sofia. She had told him how ambitious I was and how I'd

definitely make a good wife.

Apparently, Sofia had also gotten into the same business as my husband's. And they had

a partnership. So she was sometimes at my husband's company.

Now back to the woman in the picture with my husband, she was the description of sexy.

Her ass was big and had a figure any man would die for. Her caramel skin glowed against

the burgundy dress she had on.

Seeing her, I felt my breathing become coarser, faster.

I felt pain in my jaw from clenching my teeth for too long.

I couldn't believe that Alex would cheat on me. What does he want that I couldn't give?

What does that lady in the picture have that I didn't? Yeah well, my ass wasn't as big as

hers. But even though... I still had an ass.

I didn't want to think more about Alex. I didn't want to center my whole day on him. So I

spent the rest of my flight getting ready for the Paris Fashion Show.

**

I alighted from the plane, a Cardilac Escalade already waiting to pick me up.

The moment the car turned onto the quiet street in Paris, I knew I had arrived.

The city looked exactly like the photographs-beautiful, elegant, and almost unreal.

Cream-colored buildings lined the streets, their balconies decorated with iron railings

and flower boxes. People moved along the sidewalks in effortless outfits, as though

fashion wasn't something they wore but something they breathed.

I shifted my gaze toward the hotel ahead.

It was one of the most exclusive hotels in Paris, the kind of place where celebrities,

designers, and billionaires could disappear behind golden doors and nobody asked

questions.

The car slowed to a stop.

Before the driver could even open her door, flashes erupted outside.

Click. Click. Click.

"She's here!"

"Look this way!"

"One picture, please!"

I smiled automatically.

This was the type of life I got from being married to Alexander Brooks.

Fame.

I stepped out of the car wearing a fitted black coat over a cream dress, my sunglasses

hiding most of my expression. My red bottom heels clicked against the pavement as I

walked toward the entrance, one hand resting lightly on the strap of my handbag.

More cameras followed me