16. Alyssa

"Before you do anything, watch this." He opened his laptop and pulled up a video. It was him, sitting somewhere downstairs in this very house with a renowned reporter. I didn't know what was going on until the reporter asked him, "So, how did you meet this dynamo that you can't wait to marry?"

He told the story of how we met but not only that, he claimed to have fallen in love at first sight but had to pull back once he found out that I was engaged. He was willing to take the loss (lies) until he learned that the same day we met, I came back to my home state to find my fiancé in bed with someone else, and he didn't wait to swoop in and convince me to marry him.

He talked about how hard it was to convince me, but his persuasion doesn't only work in the business world but in his personal life as well. "I thought you were doing the interview after the wedding?"

"I was, but then I thought about it. With us getting married so soon after the breakup, people might think you were the one who cheated. This way, if anyone claims that now, after my interview, I can sue them for defamation."

"Ohhh, I didn't think of that." I lifted my hand, and we high-fived. Then I got my iPad because I decided that my phone was too small for what I was about to see. I opened up the security app in my Dad's home and rewound the recording to earlier in the day.

I knew that because I asked him to have the fleas delivered during our ceremony that, I just needed to go back to that exact time because, if nothing else, he's proven himself to be very efficient.

I was all but jumping out of my skin as I watched Helen go to the door. The look on her face when she saw the box that looked like some kind of name brand that I couldn't place. "What box is that?"

"She likes Mugler." I just looked at his freaky self because why does he know that?

From the look on her face, he wasn't lying, and she muttered something about Dad probably trying to bribe her for his screw-up. She looked as if she hadn't slept very well the night before, nothing at all like she usually does when Dad is around.

Her hair was matted, there were black circles around her eyes and I could all but smell her morning breath. She looked ripe. I snapped a still of the mess that she was and moved on. She shook the box first before tugging on the ribbon and then peeling back the top.

She opened her mouth to scream, and a few fleas flew in. She snapped her mouth shut and ran around the room, retching while hundreds of those little bastards spread their wings and went on the prowl.

I looked at my watch with disappointment. It was too late or too early to call the city. The fleas looked like a cloud. That's how many they were. They even followed her up the stairs when she tried to escape, and I guess the idiot didn't realize that she was still holding the box in her hand.

It was so satisfying I rewound it a couple times and that still wasn't enough. I remembered the folder he'd given me and perused the contents, finding new information that I would've had no way of knowing until now. Things that had happened long before I started bugging my Dad's home and electronics.

"This is awesome. If my cooter wasn't numb, I'd give you some, but I can't feel shit right now, so raincheck."

"I bet I can make you feel."

"Alright, Lothario, cool your thrusters."

This fool leaned over, snatched the sheet out of the way, and sucked my nipple into his mouth before I could say bah. It was when he used his teeth that the fun really began, and I started to squirm, giving myself away. Then he eased a hand between my thighs and cupped me, pressing his thumb against my clit while teasing my slit with one long thick finger.

He eased that finger inside gently, then another, and another, while massaging my clit with his thumb and chewing on my nipple. I felt zaps of electricity in my crotch, and before I knew it, his fingers found something inside me that made my head spin.

I humped his hand hard while trying to get him to take more of my tit into his greedy mouth. I came hard, thrashing around on the bed like a psycho and making the most otherworldly sounds I'd ever heard come out of anyone.

I was limp and exhausted with blurred vision when he pulled his fingers from my body and sucked them into his mouth. I don't know why I did it, but I rolled to the side and fished his cock out of hiding, and gobbled down as much as I could fit, which wasn't a whole lot.

It was enough to make him hiss and fist my hair in his hand as I licked and sucked the smooth, firm head of his cock. Just as I was getting into the groove of things, I felt myself being dragged around by my hips until I was in a precarious position.

My head was down between his thighs with a mouth full of cock, and my legs were spread around his face while he sat up in bed. Just as I was about to get a crick in my neck, he scooted down some, and we ended up with me on top of him with his face buried in my snatch.

I went wild, hunching and humping against his mouth as pleasure shot through every nerve in my body. "Fuck me!"

"No!" Bastard, we'll see about that.

"Asshole!"

"Takes one to know one." We were both winded, and I still didn't get my dick fix. He'd eaten me out like I was a meal at the all-you-can-eat buffet, I'd sucked his cock until he came, and he still refused to give me the dick because, according to him, I was too sore.

I pouted, I cried, and I pleaded to no avail; he wouldn't relent, and that just made me hornier. So, while he laid there spooning me, I was contemplating his demise. He had no idea.

LACEY

"Who is that?"

"Who is who?"

"Look, she got married."

"Who got married?"

"That bitch Alyssa."

"What? To whom? Denny?"

"No, some rich guy look."

I turned the computer around so my sister could see. "I thought you two were supposed to be close; how come you didn't know about this?"

"Well, you put paid to that didn't you?"

"So now you're blaming me?"

"I didn't say that; I'm just saying that she hasn't spoken to me in weeks because of the affair."

"I always knew you liked her more than me."

"What is your deal? When did I ever say that?"

"You were always spending time with her and leaving me out."

"That's because you're five years younger than us. We have nothing in common."

"That's just an excuse. Even Mom and Dad liked her better. They were always going on and on about how great she was." I felt like my heart was about to explode in my chest, and I wanted to scream, throw something, break something.

"How did you get this anyway?"

"Everyone has seen it, the whole town, I think. And there was an interview where he talked about falling in love with her the day she found out about Denny and me." As for that bastard, he hasn't called me since that day and refuses to take my calls.

"How did she find him so fast? Why did he fall in love with her?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why does any of that matter?"

"It matters okay. She's taken everything from me."

"What are you talking about? She's always been nice to you."

"She's fake; she was just pretending. I know. Why are you looking at me like that? You think I'm crazy, right? Well, I'm not. I hate her."

"Again, why? Where is this coming from? Did Alyssa do something to you?"

"No, stop asking; I just hate her. Isn't that enough?"

"No, it's not. She was my best friend since Pre-K, and you screwed her fiancé in her bed."

"So what? He wanted me, not her."

I tried looking up her new husband, but there was no social media, just media reports about his business and his wealth. His family comes from old money, more even than Denny's. "This isn't fair."

"You're spiraling. You need to get a grip. Unless you want Mom and Dad to find out what you did, you should leave well enough alone."

"I don't care about that. I have to find a way to get in touch with this Garrett guy. He needs to know what a bitch she is."

I felt as if my skin was burning, melting off my bones. My head was hot and. She was supposed to be distraught, hurt, in pain, and begging Denny to leave me for her. But instead, she never said a word. She didn't even rat us out to our friends.

What kind of person does that? I thought for sure once she found out that, she'd lose her mind. I had planned on exposing the affair after their wedding, on their wedding night even. But the bitch had to come home a few days early and catch us in her bed.

Oh no! I forgot the fucking camera I left in their bedroom closet. How could I have forgotten about that all this time? I'll have to break in to get it. I tried calling Denny again, but my number was still blocked. That bastard had lied to me that he loved me, but since that night, he's ghosted me.

I know it's all her fault. Because she didn't fight us, didn't act like she cared, and that's why he's not accepting my calls. It's just like that bitch to act like she's better than everyone else like she's above us all.

"Why didn't she say anything? Do anything?"

"Would you get off of it already? I keep telling you Alyssa is not that kind of person. She will never fight over a man."

"Why? Is she better than me?"

"I didn't say that."

"You never say anything; you just stick up for her."

"What does it matter? We're no longer friends because I stupidly asked her to forgive you two."

"You see, she's a bitch. She just dropped you like that; that means she never really liked you."

"That's not it; it's just the person she is. She hates cheaters."

"But she used to treat me like a little sister; how could she just cut me off like that?"

"Are you hearing yourself? What the hell is going through your head?"

"Where are you going?"

"I've had enough; you can sit here and make yourself crazy. I'll tell you one thing; you'd better leave well enough alone. Once you've become her enemy, there's no turning back."

She just left the room like I didn't know she blamed me for all this. And why did her new husband have to give that interview? Now everyone knows that she'd been cheated on and not the cheater. If he hadn't done that, I could've swung it in my favor. But I know once everyone finds out the truth, I'll be ostracized.

I hadn't thought that far ahead; I just wanted to have one thing, just one thing of hers, to knock her down a peg or two. Little Miss. Perfect. I've hated her for a very long time. Everyone else is always fawning over her, talking her up like she's the best thing to ever come from our town.

My sister loves her, and so do our parents. There's hardly anyone in our town who doesn't. When I first seduced Denny, I thought I had won. It was the first time I had taken something from her, and I was riding that high for months.

This weekend was supposed to be my coup de grace; I was going to find a way to let it slip that Denny and I were in love after their nuptials. She would be heartbroken and have to get an annulment and I would be the new woman on his arm.

She'd be eaten up with envy, bedridden even with grief and heartbreak. But none of that happened, and now she's married to one of the wealthiest men in the world. It's not fair. I have to get her back; I have to make her suffer for putting me through this.

Though I hadn't tried calling her, she never even tried to contact me, never asked me anything about the affair. Does that mean she didn't suffer? That she wasn't hurt? No, I can't accept that; she had to be pretending.

They were together for four years. I waited, I bided my time, and I plotted. She never knew what I was planning. I was sure the affair would break her, would make her beg. I wanted to see her beg. Why isn't she begging?

I looked down at the video again as it played on a loop with tears running down my face. She can't get away with it. She won't get away with it. She looks so happy, and he… he's ten times better than Denny, a hundred even.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Maybe she was lying, she was having an affair before this. They must've known each other before, and her new husband is lying to cover up the fact that they were cheating. "Bitch, slut!" I felt like the life was being sucked out of me.

I have to make her pay somehow. But how? I know. I did it before; I can do it again. The thought gave me solace. All men like younger women. Even though we're not that far apart in age, every year counts. Besides, if I make myself available, there's no reason for him not to take me up on my offer.

That's it. I don't need to be upset. I just have to wait for their return. Are they going to live here? The interview didn't say. Just something about him going wherever his wife desires. I have to get my hair and nails done. I'll be ready when they come back.