DIALOGUE:

FALLON'S POV
My name is Fallon Carrington. I'm an artist. I'm also the forgotten bastard, the scorned wife.... the victim... My mother abandoned me, my father abused me, my ex boyfriend derailed my dignity... And then I moved to Atlanta to start a new life, clean slate. I built a career as a renowned artist, working for Liam Ridley's art agency. And Liam Ridley, he is the love of my life. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one... the one I want, the one I love, the one I'll call mine forever, and sadly, the one who will break me...

We were a happy couple... and then we weren't. My husband, Liam Ridley, cheats on me with his co-worker at his own agency, his mistress, Demyra - or more accurately - Bonnie Bennett. Bonnie is an author and Demyra is her pen name. Her taste in names and in almost everything is garbage... except in men, I guess.

One time while at work, as I was about to enter my husband's office, I noticed from the outside that someone else was already in there. The windows to his office were closed, and I wondered why. But I knew a blind spot to his office where not even his covers could hide what lies beneath so I peeked and I deeply regret it as what I saw next crushed my heart.

B: Oh-- Liam!! AH! Ugh!

SERIOUSLY?! In the middle of work??!

Bonnie Bennett, bent over the table with my husband behind her ass, pounding hard and fast into her as she moaned and screamed, having nothing but the table as support. Not long after, they both reached the climax of their betrayal, and without waiting any longer, Liam, turned her over, roughly positioned her sitting on the table, and pushed her down as he once more re-entered her womanhood and mercilessly fvcked her.

Damn, I know I said her taste in everything is garbage but I can't help but envy her... She's pretty, hot, talented, smart... came from a decent background ... I see why Liam likes her... but what does she have that I don't?? I felt a twitch in my heart and a tear fall down from my eye... Why is he doing this to me?? Why?! Am I really not enough? What else do I have to do?

...

I've known about this affair for months... but I've kept my silence like any other good wife would. I kept the pain in and tended to my husband like he didn't do anything wrong to keep our marriage intact. I have tried my entire life to maintain stability and now that I have it, I cannot afford to do anything to mess it up...

But the pain was still too much... So I had to suppress it... by taking drugs to numb me of pain... I'm not proud... but it eases the pain and it's so much better... I can also focus on my paintings. Absurd as it sounds, it gives me clarity... helps me control my temper...

And then I met this mysterious guy at an art gallery... Stefan Sylvestre, another artist... And at that moment, I knew he would twist me in ways I could never have imagined possible.

Stefan: What do you think of it?

His raspy voice greets my ear, and suddenly I felt butterflies in my stomach. There's just something sexy, mysterious and magnetic about him.

Fallon: Seemingly deep. Actually superficial. It's as if the artist struggles to show an Aphrodite's crisis... All I see is the artist projecting their sexual frustration. They probably have a bland sex life.

What? I was being honest. I'm not a hater. I'm just brutally frank. It's not my fault people can't handle it.

Stefan: Ouch. Not a fan, I see.

Fallon: Well, it's not bad... just sad... Wait, you're the artist?

Oh sh*t... How embarassing.

Stefan: Stefan Sylvestre, baby. You're not wrong though. It is sad. It's about a girl... who seemingly has everything... but love... always having a hole in her heart... desperately seeking... just to feel something.

Fallon: I can relate to that.

Well, that hit a nerve... I have good health, successful career, a husband... but I feel... empty. Like there's something else I'm missing... Like I'm not loved... Like I'm not enough... because If I were... then why does Liam cheat on me?

Stefan: You're so beautiful...

I froze... I was startled. No one ever talked to me like that... He awakened something in me... I started to feel something again. I don't know what it is... but it isn't pain... It actually sort of feels good... And I hate myself for feeling that way... I shouldn't be happy-- not with him, not because of him.

Stefan: I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

Fallon: It's alright. It's the nicest thing anyone has told me in a while.

St: Then perhaps I should paint you.

F: Perhaps not. I have a husband. 'Til then, Stefan.

I smirked as I left. I could tell he was into me. He was so flirty. Too flirty actually. That certainly was not our first and last encounter. Everywhere I went, I could feel his shadow following me. He persistently phoned me to come to his place so he could paint me. Weirdo. In a matter of a short period of time, the good feelings I was starting to pick up turned to fear and anxiety. Mysterious guy Salvatore is trouble. I always turned him down. As I should.

Until one day...

L: Well, nicely done. We sealed the deal.

F: Wait--

My husband was happy that we had yet another successful business deal. And I was happy too if he weren't in such a hurry to go. Why is he in such a hurry? Doesn't he remember how special today is?

Unknown to me, Stefan was lurking around in the corner of the business meeting place. I don't know how I don't know that he's there but somehow I feel like he's there. Must just be my imagination. Maybe I'm getting too paranoid. I had too much coffee this morning. It makes sense than the opposite.

F: Do you not remember what day it is today?

L: Hmmm... Saturday?

F: ... Hehe... Nevermind...

And just like that, he left to be with his mistress. Of course... That was why he was in a hurry. She was way more important than me. He didn't even try to hide his affair from me. He kissed her in broad daylight. IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. IN MY FACE. Why is he hurting me? Where did I go wrong? Is he doing this on purpose? How could he forget our anniversary? I guess that was my breaking point... So I called Stefan to meet me and I gave in to his offer. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being too guilty. I'm tired of feeling numb. If he can escape accountability for his affair, I shouldn't feel too bad meeting a friend. He can go fvck himself.

St: What changed your mind?

F: Nothing. I was free and I was feeling sorry for you.

St: See... Now I think you're projecting. Maybe the real reason was because your husband forgot about your special day with him? Yes, I heard.

F: Are you stalking me?

What the hell??? How does he know things? He isn't just trouble. He's dangerous.

St: I'm merely studying my subject, love.

Screw his eyes, his sexy smirk and that word 'love'. Ugh. Instant panty-dropper. I can't think clearly... I need to get out of here...

F: You know what, I change my mind. I'm not gonna let you paint me.

St: Oh come on... We both know you were never here so I can paint you... Just admit it Fallon. What do you want?

F: Nothing... You should stop. I have a husband.

St: And does he satisfy you enough?

He continues to walk closer to me, backing me into a corner. F*ck, I'm trapped. Somehow, he gets me in ways no one can... How does he do this? How does he have me wrapped around his little finger? I've only known him for a while but he's had so much effect on me... I can't breathe... I can't do this...

F: ... Stefan... Please.. don't

I push him off, but he holds me back and now he's right behind me, holding me tight, whispering poison into my ears... Like a snake, he wraps me around his body and his little finger. I can feel his hands roaming my arms, my navel, down to my thighs in between, and I began heating up. I should do something... stop him or push him away but I couldn't bring myself to move a single muscle... Damn it, what is he doing to me... This is wrong, but it just feels too good... I can't fucking breathe!

St: Shh... It's ok, Fallon. You can be honest with me. Tell me the truth... No judgement, no rules, nothing. Just you and me... Now what do you want?

F: I want.... attention... I want... affection... I want love... I want to be held and made love to...

I stuttered as I gave in to him, giving him the answer he sought from me, but not truly. He's just so hypnotic that I gave him what he asked... It was true... All my life, I wanted someone to just look at me and give a damn. Not even Liam could give me what I truly desire... I may sound crazy... Man, Stefan drives me crazy...

And you know what... he gave me as I asked. He kissed me and it was the softest gentlest kiss... I couldn't help but kiss back. Not only was he hot, he was a hell of a kisser. At that moment, I felt loved and that I was seen... that I mattered and I was worth loving.

Stefan pulled away and our eyes met. He looked at me sharp and deep into my soul, as he leaned down to whisper right to my ear, sending shivers through my spine.

St: Is that all?

No, Stefan. I want more. I want fvkc1ng more.

My heart races even faster as temptation sneaks it's way into my heated wet core. God, he does have an effect on me... and I should get out here before I do something I'll deeply regret...

F: No, I can't do this--

I chickened out and walked away. I can't do this. This is so wrong.

But before I could reach the door, he held me back into his arms, with his hand making its way beneath the covers. He began to unbutton the top of my dress and draw circles onto my navel. I could feel his hot breath roaming my neck and my ear as he applied more pressure massaging my other breast. I tried to fight it, push him away or search an escape but my legs are giving in. I don't want to sin but dammit, I can't lie and say I don't enjoy this.

He was rougher than earlier, desperate to turn me into mess of lust until I give in. And unfortunately, he is being successful at his plan. His skills are clouding my judgement, and I could feel my core getting wetter by the second. I can't hold it any longer. Fvck I need this.

St: Tell me. What. Do. You. Want?

F: .... I want.... you....

St: Good girl

He smirked before once more connecting our lips in a searing kiss, more passionate than the ones before. I'm done holding back as I opened my mouth, giving his tongue access to mine. Then our tongues began the dance for dominance, deepening the kiss even more.

We parted our lips for a split second so I could take off his shirt and he finished undoing my top. He bit his lower lip as my breasts graced his eyes, and I turned red by the way he looked at me like he was going to devour me. He turned me around while his hot lips made contact with my neck, nibbling and sucking on it, making sure to leave a trail.

He started whispering sinful words right to my ear as he slid a finger to my cunt.

F: Fvck--

St: Someone's wet for me already.

He smirked as he added another finger to my hole. I didn't think I could get any wetter but....

My legs are even weaker now so I grabbed his arm for support while catching my breath as he added another finger to my core... Fvck!

He circled my clit, writing the whole alphabet on my wet ass p*ssy as I let out a loud and long moan. I was so close to finishing and my legs couldn't take it anymore--

F: Ugh-- S-Stef-- P-Please... I-I need--

St: Shh, I got you baby... Just a little bit more.

He quickened his pace, and with a few more rough flicks, I came undone.

I began to regain my strength but not long after, he roughly picked me up, and threw me to the bed. He once more connect our lips and stripped me of the last article of clothing I had left, hungry for more. I could feel his erection as he laid on top of me so I tugged at his belt, trying to relieve him of his pain.

Damn, he's so big...

F: Oh--- !!!

I groaned out loud at the feel if him inside of me. It's been too long since I've had that time of the day and the feeling of dick and vagina connecting once more was such a relief.

He thrust deeper and faster, kissing my neck roughly, while my fingers ran through his brown locks of hair. He wasn't holding back anything. He gave me pleasure, attention and fire.

A few more hours later, the room was filled with mewls, moans and groans of pleasure both from me and him. The bed squeaks as Stefan fvcked me even harder and rougher, holding both of my hands above my head.

St: Ugh-- Ah- ah

F: Stef... S-Stefan--

I felt my walls clenched, signaling the big O. And I wasn't wrong. He spilled his hot seed as I milked his cock with my fluids. We were a mess of lust, breathing heavily, recovering from the explosive frenzy we were both in.

Coming down from the high we were both in, our current situation started to sink in...

Sh1t... What have I done?