One Night, Now He Wants Me.

Chapter one.

Iris pov.

My best friend was fucking my fiancee in reverse cowgirl position.

That was the scene my eyes caught first, as I peered through the open space before me. They had forgotten to shut the door properly in the heat of the moment.

"Oh, yes!!!!" Lena moaned out loud for my man.

"You are my slut baby." Mike said to her. "Fuck me like I'm your master."

She got off him and positioned herself in doggy style, as she muttered. "Yes daddy."

Mike had lust written all over his face, I knew that look. Without even thinking of me, they began another round of pleasure.

It felt like I was stuck to the ground, I could not move my legs or my eyes. This could not be happening, it was barely two months to our wedding. Something snapped inside me pulling me back to reality, to the disgusting scene I was watching. A tear escaped my eyes as I turned around, clutching my chest. The pain was too much for me and with every step I took in the opposite direction of his house, it grew worse.

I booked a ride to my house and cried all the way. The driver looked worried but did not ask any questions, I was thankful on the inside for that.

When I got home, I quickly wiped my eyes because there was someone in my house. I could tell from the footwear at the entrance.

"What are you doing here mom?" I asked in surprise, when I saw my mother.

My voice was a bit shaky from all that crying but I struggled to steady it.

She looked at me for a while. "I wanted to drop off some side dishes for you."

"Oh."

"Are you okay?" She asked as she looked at my face closely. "Your makeup looks smudged, you should reapply setting powder."

I forced a loud laugh. "Alright, my makeup artist. I am on it."

After dropping the bags I was holding on the floor, I got my setting powder from my purse and began to reapply it.

"Iris?" My mom called out.

Did she catch on? "Yes mom."

"Weren't you supposed to drop those off at Mike's?" She asked, pointing to the bags I dropped.

My heart skipped three beats, I could not afford to let her know what was going on.

"Uhmm, he said he will be working late today. I'll give it to him tomorrow." I lied.

"That is fine, tell him not to stress too much." She said. " Where are you coming from with them, then? You left my house a couple of hours ago, but you're just getting to your place now."

"I stopped over at a friend's." The lies were coming out more freely now.

"Baby girl, you should pay more attention to your man, not your friends." My mother started. "Remember you are getting married soon." 

"Yes Madam." I smiled at her. "Can you leave my house now? I