Page 3 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers

It takes all of two seconds for me to notice the familiar twitch of his cock.

His bare cock. Pulsing insideher.

My heart shatters into a million pieces, and tears sting my eyes. No, no…this can’t be happening.

And then they turn to see me.

“Shit,” he says as his cock slides out of her.

It’s like time stops completely around me. I can’t move, or look away. I can’t tear my eyes off his cum, dripping out of her.

We’ve been using condoms for the last year…because he told me he didn’t want to get me pregnant. But now…

Now as I watch my boyfriend’s cum seep out of some woman’s pussy, I know it was a lie. Was italla lie?

I watch as he shoves the girl off of him ontoourbed. But he doesn’t get up. He just looks at me, his glistening semi-hard cock a beacon of betrayal.

I don’t think, I just react.

I run.

I run through the house as fast as I can and get into my car, slamming the door shut like it’ll somehow protect me from what I just saw. Like somehow, it’ll erase the sight of his twitching cock or his cum dripping out of her.

I think I’m going to be sick.

I shove the nausea down and turn the car on, needing to get as far away as possible from here. But I can’t go back to the salon, not now. I don’t know if I can face Abby and Zayne. I’m not sure I can even face myself.

Why?

Why would he do this to me? Tous? How long has this been going on? Is she the only one? What does this woman have that I don’t?

Why would he fuck herwithouta condom when he was so insistent we use them?

The nausea resurfaces, and I have to pull over because I do think I’m going to throw up.

Thankfully, it’s just a dry heave. Sweat forms on my brow, and I push some thick red hair out of my face, my curls still soft and bouncy from my fresh blow-dry and style.

I thought things were good…that we were good…

That Brett Sterling was going to be my happily ever after.

I pull my legs back into the car and shut the door, wrapping my arms around myself as a shiver ransacks me. I realize that notonly did I just leave Brett—alone with another woman who he’d already fucked—but I left my home too.

I can’t go back there. Not now.

Even if she’s gone, he’ll still be there, and I can’t look at him right now. I can’t look at our bed right now, knowing what I know. I’ll never be able to unsee that.

But where can I go?

The salon isn’t an option. At least, not until I can get my bearings and figure out what to say, what to do. I need a plan.

I can go to my brother’s. He’s the closest, for one, and he’s out of town right now. I’ve already been going over there every day on my lunch break to feed his cat, Pickles, his treats, and it seems like the best option to lie low for a bit until I can figure out my next move.

My next move.

Sadness and guilt hit me hard as I realize I’m already planning for the fallout, when I’m supposed to be planning for my future. Tears slip down my cheeks, uncontrollable and inconsolable.

This…this wasn’t supposed to be how the story ended. Brett was supposed to be my happily ever after. But happily ever after apparently doesn’t exist, at least not for me.