Chapter 1 A Woman In His Bed

• Marilyn Jones looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of her office. She stood up and began to pack her things to return home. Office hours was over.
• She walked out of her cubicle, passing a few of her female colleagues who were leaning towards each other, gossiping and giggling.
• Marilyn knew what they were talking about - her. They shot her disdainful stares as she ignored them and went to catch the bus.
• "Did you see her? She have no shame, living off her adopted parents and making less than $200 a month," one of the girls whispered. But Marilyn could hear them as they didn't bother to soften their voices.
• "I heard she's living off her rich boyfriend instead,"
• "Who knows? Maybe she sells her vagina for some extra cash," another voice said. A snort was heard from the girl beside the first one.
• Marilyn groaned inwardly. These people were getting on her nerves with their gossips. How she wished she could punch them in the face. She ignored all these hateful words that spewed out of their mouths, knowing that she wasn't a prostitute or a woman who digs after a rich man's money.
• Today was her boyfriend Brian's birthday, so she stopped by the cake shop and bought him a cake. She also went to buy him a pair of nice leather shoes. He has been by her side for five years for now which was quite a long time, and considering that, Marilyn might even agree to marry him if he proposed.
• Brian was the son of a rich man and they met during college where they fall in love. Unfortunately due to her financial problems, she dropped out of college early to make money and earn a living. She never once borrowed nor used Brian's money because she didn't want everyone to see her as a bitch chasing after rich man for money.
• She bought him a $50 dollar cake and headed home happily, thinking about surprising Brian. She looked at the box of shoes and smiled happily. They lived together in an apartment downtown. As she stepped through the doorway, she heard a woman's moans from upstairs.
• Her heart froze, what was that sound? Was it what she thought it was? She made her way upstairs, every step filling with dread and pain. She had anticipated what it was but wanted to see it for her eyes. She won't believe it unless her eyes see it for themselves. Her heart was heavy and pounding loudly as she reached the top where the sounds became louder and louder.
• The moans increased and she heard a woman calling her boyfriend's name in between the moans. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Brian! Brian!"
• The door to Brian's room was unlocked and she pushed it open lightly.
• She stood glued to the floor as she saw Brian naked on top of a woman who was also naked with her legs spread open wide. He was drilling his cock to and fro into her squelching vagina and at the same time kneading her voluminous breasts. She wanted to say something but no words came out of her lips. She watched as anger and fury built up in her as her boyfriend fucked another woman. Tears began to welled up in her brown eyes.
• "Brian, Y-you!" She managed to say.
• Brian looked up and saw Marilyn standing in the doorway. He quickly got off the unknown woman and took a blanket and frantically wrapped around his waist, trying to hide his enlarged cock.
• The woman quickly sat up and used the pillow to cover her nakedness.
• "Uh, Hi Marilyn, what are you doing here? You're back early," Brian said nervously.
• "Brian, who's this woman?" The woman demanded. She stared at Marilyn with contempt and disdain.
• "I should be asking, who is she Brian? What are you doing with her?" Marilyn managed to recover from her shock. Right now, her mind was clouded with anger of his betrayal.
• Brian sighed. "She's my future wife,"
• "What!? Your future wife!? Brian, why?" Marilyn choked on sobs. She felt her heart squeezing on herself, sending sharp pain throughout her body.
• "Why? You tell me why?" Brian's tone changed into an accusing one. "We were together for what, two years and you don't even let me touch you! Everyday you give to excuse that you were busy and rarely have time for me! Now you are blaming me for cheating on you?"
• Marilyn was shell shocked. He cheated on her and have the guts to say it was her fault? How dare he?
• "What do you mean? I was really busy trying to make ends meet. I have never lied to you!" She cried. The woman behind scoffed as she listened to their conversation.
• "I know," he admitted shamelessly. "I cheated on you. Why? You want to know? Because you are a poor girl with no future or money. Fuck, you can't even afford to buy me a birthday gift last year," he said cruelly.
• "I was saving money to buy you a cake and shoes for your birthday. See? I got you a cake as your birthday gift. And the shoes.... I still remember that today is your birthday," Marilyn held up the cake and the box to him.
• But Brian knocked the cake to the floor, causing the cake box to open and it's creamy contents to smash the floor. With another hand, he swept away the box, causing the shoes to tumble out of the box and onto the ground. Marilyn looked at cake and shoes, and then back to Brian. Why was he treating her like this?
• "I don't care about what present you got for me. Your cheap present don't deserve someone of my status, let alone you. My future wife, miss Samson has bought me a $17,000 watch as a gift while you give me cheap garbage!" He insulted her, not caring about her feelings.
• "Why is this cheap woman still here? Chase her out, Brian and let's continue," the woman stood up and went over to hug her boyfriend from behind.
• Marilyn stood there, mouth open in disbelief at what she heard.
• "Brian, we can still be together, please," Marilyn begged, taking his hands in hers. But he shook her off roughly with a frown on his face.
• "Get lost, get out of here," he said unkindly.