Dion

"I just know this motherfucker didn't!" I screamed as I looked at the photo I received on my phone. I didn't recognize the number but whomever it was, sent a picture and two words: Fuck Buddies. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I needed to contact Randall immediately; he had some explaining to do because I'm sure he was well aware of this situation.

"Hello," He said, sounding as if he just woke from his slumber.

"Hello. This is too early for you to be sleeping, don't you think?" I said looking at my watch, it was 4:00 PM. "Where are you? Are you sleeping at the office?

"Dion. Did you just call me to ask random questions?"

"Don't answer my questions with a question!" I snapped.

"What the fuck is your problem Dion? You just called me, yelling as if I know what the fuck is your deal right now! I've been dealing with a lot of shit lately and I've been working a case for my father while he's out of town on business so what the fuck Dion, did I do to makes you want to call me and bitch at me right now?!" He yelled back.

I got quiet. I was kinda in his face as soon as he answered and he did sound asleep. I felt bad for going off on him; from the sound of it, it seems as though he didn't know about the picture and got stuck with his father's work.

"I'm sorry," I hesitated to see if he was going to respond. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go in on you like that. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just tired. I've been having a few long nights at the office. And no, I'm not in the office at the moment."

"I apologize. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't."

"Now what is that supposed to mean?"

"Fuck Dion! Just once, just once can we get through a fucking phone conversation before you think I'm assuming something?"

"I'm sorry," I sang. I really didn't mean to be bitchy but I was going about it all the wrong way.

"I was just meaning that you wouldn't know because I haven't spoken to you in a few days. But I'm fine, just tired."

"Well get some rest."

"What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked. I didn't want to mention the picture. I figured I would find a way to present it to him later.

"Are you coming over to my house tonight?"

"I don't think so. I'm resting now because I have to go in late tonight so I can present the case on Monday."

"Ok, well don't work so hard. Call me if you change your mind and you want a break. I'll come down for an office visit." I heard him chuckle on the other end.

"I'll let you know." Randall disconnected leaving me with so many questions.

I scrolled through a couple of pictures that were sent from the random number, making me think that someone is trying to start some shit. I scrolled through about six pictures before I landed on one the last one that sealed the deal for me. I stared at the photo, getting angrier by the minute.

Why was Randall's father with my Mother?!

Suddenly my phone rang, it was another unknown number. I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" A woman spoke on the other side of the phone.

"Yes?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Dion Riviera. Is he available?"

"You are speaking with him, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Do you know a lawyer by the name of Randall Worthington?" She asked.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

"I'm Marianna Worthington." I inhaled and froze. How did this bitch find me? "I know who you are." she said calmly.

"And I know who you are." I didn't know where this was going but I'm sure I was about to find out.

"Do you know who Jeffrey Abrams is?" I was willing to put my money on the fact that she was just finding out about Randall. I wondered what he has gotten himself into?

"Yes. He's Randall's old love interest." I stated.

"And you are his current love interest, am I correct?" She said swiftly enough to slice my throat if she was standing right in front of me.

"Yes," I owned up to it. "Yes I am." I'm sure she already knew, she had my fucking phone number.

"How long have you and my husband been fucking?" My ears felt filthy the way she said it. She was pissed off, but trying to keep her calm about her. She didn't want to go off until she got the information she needed.

"A little under a year we've been together." I answered honestly. "If it makes you feel better, I was his first. He was not intimate with Jeffrey." I said sarcastically.

She scoffed on the other line. "It doesn't make me feel better to know that my husband has been cheating on me, Thank You!"

I was silent because as far I knew, she already had my address and had special ops moving in to take me down. She was quiet on the other end, perhaps trying to wrap her head around this entire scenario.

"Are you seeing him tonight?" She asked.

"No, he said he was busy working tonight." Unless he lied to both of us, I thought.

"I see."

"Look, I understand if you want me to stop seeing him," I started.

"No. Don't." She quickly said. "Don't change anything."

"Ooook." I was confused. She was up to something; she was a mad bitch and she had a motive.

"When are you seeing him again?"

"I don't know, he said he just told me he would be busy with work tonight." I answered.

She chuckled. "Interesting. He told me he was hanging out with a buddy of his tonight." she quipped.

Who the fuck is he hanging with?

"Oh really?" The tone of my voice went up an octave higher.

Who in the fuck was he with?

"So he's not home right now?"

"You're funny. Why would I call you if he was home? Apparently he has misinformed you as well."

"I guess he has." I said trying to figure out where he could be and with whom. "May I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"I have connections." Figured she did. I left that one alone.

"Who told you about me?" I was curious.

"Jeffrey Abrams." That bitch ratted me out with his jealous ass.

"Interesting." The gears were turning in my head. "One more question."

"Yes?"

"Do you know Madeline Rutherford?"

"No. Is this someone else that Randall is fucking?" She asked sarcastically.

"No. She's someone his father is fucking, apparently." I replied.

"Oh," She was taken back by the information I provided. "Well, I'm not surprised. Like Father,"

"Like Son." We finished the statement simultaneously.

§

Randall

I couldn't get enough of Fabian, I was truly addicted to how he made me feel. He was 'Vers' which made my time with him even better, I loved the switch every once in a while. We had just finished again, this time at his place. He invited me over after I completed the case for Father. I told Dion I had to work because I knew he wanted to see me. I closed the case and had the opposing party settle out of court which freed up my time.

"You like me don't you?" Fabian sat up in bed and pulled his hair up into a ponytail.

"What makes you think that?" I turned to my side.

"Because you've been with me for at least two days straight." He crossed his legs in the bed as he sat back against the headboard.

"Who's to say you don't like me?" I asked.

"So we're gonna play that game now?" He smiled showing his sexy ass smile. His milk chocolate brown skin turned me on so much, it wrapped him well along with his sultry eyes. I loved the way he looked at me, especially when we fucked.

"Be honest, you wouldn't have allowed me to come to your place if you didn't like me, right?" I asked. Fabian twisted his lips, trying not to smile because he knew I was right.

"Whatever," he said, getting out of bed. "I'm hungry, I'm going to get a snack."

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." I jumped out of bed, grabbed my boxers and followed him to the kitchen.

"So why do you think I like you?" He asked, pulling a tray of fruit from the fridge, placing it on the island in the kitchen.

"Because I'm married." Fabian's eyebrows raised and his mouth hung open. "How do you figure?"

"Well, you don't have to worry about me staying over or being clingy, you know?"

"This is true. But that's not why I'm attracted to you."

"Then why?" I grabbed a grape from the tray and stuck it in my mouth.

"I'm attracted to your personality, it's all business. You know what you want and don't want. I admire the confidence you exhume when you are in the presence of others."

"That's it?" It was nice to hear someone could see what I wanted to see in myself. I guess I was doing something right.

"And because I wanted to fuck you since I met you. And make Jeffrey jealous." He blurted out loud.

"What did you say?" I chewed quickly so I could hear him directly.

"You heard me," He slyly smiled and popped a cherry in his mouth. He spit out the pit and threw it in the garbage. "I wanted to fuck you because Jeffrey didn't."

"Are you serious?" I didn't know how to react. I didn't know if I should've been upset or not because he fucked me just to make Jeffrey jealous. "So you used me?"

"A lil' bit. But the sex," He said walking over to me, sliding his hand in my boxers and grabbing my member. "Is Immaculate." His grip tightened around my dick while he slowly stroked my manhood.

"Mmmhhmm," I softly moaned. "You do feel good." I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me. I kissed his neck cupping the back of his head in my hand.

Fabian closed his eyes and tilted his head, exposing his neck. He stroked me faster as I moved my mouth over his, my tongue danced with his. The more he stroked, the harder I got. I had completely forgotten about the fact that he was using me to get back at Jeffrey, for some reason I was getting a kick out of it to be honest.

"Fuck me," Fabian uttered softly between kisses. I opened my eyes to see him looking back at me. He kissed me softly and made his request again. "Fuck me, Randall."

From the first time I saw him, I knew he would be a problem. The look in his eyes, let me know I was going to be stuck on him. My hands quickly turned him around, facing the island. I grabbed a grape and popped it in his mouth as I grinded my hardened member against his ass. He chewed the grape, leaning his head back on my shoulder as my thumbs found the edge of his underwear, pulling them down to expose his smooth, creamy cheeks.

I pulled my boxers down, my member throbbing and standing at attention. I leaned against his ass, the heat between us growing as he leaned against the counter. I kissed across his back while caressing his chest.

"Why should I fuck you Fabian?" I whispered in his ear while I stroked his dick.

"Mmmmmm.." He moaned as my grip was nice and right, sliding up and down his meat.

"Why Fabian? Tell me." I stroked faster and his mouth fell open as I positioned myself for entry.

"Because you want to fuck me." He panted, almost begging me.

He was right. I did want to fuck him.

And I did.