Double Daddies Temptation

Chapter One 

Abby Hale

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"Ugh, you're so good!" 

"Fuck!" 

"Say my name, baby!" 

"Michael." 

I pressed my ear against the door of my bedroom which I shared with my boyfriend. I didn't even flinch as I heard him fucking another woman in the same bed we slept every night. 

It wasn't the first time it had happened. 

I was exhausted and drained, mentally, emotionally, and physically. He had made me cry so much that it felt like my tear duct had stopped working, 

I had clocked out of the relationship a long time ago, but I loved him too much and couldn't bring myself to leave him. 

Yes, I was dumb. 

But this was his last straw. 

He had cheated on me countless times, but he never brought the girls home. Maybe he was also tired of the relationship and wanted me to catch him red-handed. 

As I stood outside, I contemplated opening the door or turning around to leave. After a while, I just pushed the door open without thinking further. 

I wasn't prepared for what I saw next as I stepped inside the room. "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide in shock. 

My boyfriend wasn't sleeping with just any random person, it was my fucking best friend. 

It felt like I had been stabbed with a sharp knife. 

Their bodies tangled effortlessly in the sheets, like it wasn't their first time, like it was normal for them. 

When they heard my voice, they both froze and turned around to look at me. My best friend, Cora, couldn't even maintain my gaze. 

But Michael? He had a mischievous smirk plastered across his face. He pushed the blanket from his body and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"You've finally caught us... she fucks better than you though," he said with a mocking chuckle. 

How did I even date such an asshole for over a year? 

Cora whimpered behind him as she tried to cover her naked body with the sheets. "I'm... I-I'm so sorry. Abby... I didn't mean, I'm...," she stuttered as she tried to come up with a lame apology. 

I still couldn't believe what I'd just seen. 

Cora? The same person I used to talk to about everything in my life? About my relationship issues? The same person who always advised me to leave Michael because I deserve someone better? 

I just let out a bitter scoff. 

I didn't respond to any of them.

After walking into the closet and grabbing a new pair of clothes, I took one last glance at them before storming out of the room. 

Cora had a guilty expression, but Michael had a satisfied expression. Even though I acted like I didn't care, my heart was actually shattered into a million tiny pieces. 

I had a shower in the guest bathroom and changed out of my work clothes. Then I made my way to my car and drove to the nearest bar. 

After what I'd just witnessed, I needed