Dear Readers,
My apologies for the long delay that I have caused. Numerous things have come up including going out of town for a military graduation, vacation, starting a new job, and classes started recently. I thank you for your feedback and comments. I hope you all have had a nice summer. Please, enjoy.
Yours truly,
-Envy
I.
She'd had enough.
Miley Lewis thought back to the early days of her four-year relationship. The man whom she thought she loved, she was engaged to, and her first lover. She regretted everything, from moving in with him and saying yes when he proposed last year. But, being twenty-two and still in school, she had nowhere to run. Being with Adam had become a chore and he practically isolated her from friends and family by moving to another state, five hours away from her hometown. Sure, she had made new friends at the local university but none that she could really rely on if need-be.
But there was Jace Thompson, who she had met working at the hospital. He was thirty, handsome, and a physical therapist. And he was a bad boy, oh was he bad. His coat and undershirts hid his heavily tattooed arms and chest, while he kept the piercings out of his ears whenever he worked. You would never be able to tell if he was the type to wear tattoo sleeves when he looked professional; Miley couldn't even tell and when he showed her, she was very surprised.
Sure, he made some bad decisions but he still went to medical school and now he's living the life. Every woman wants him, but, for whatever reason, he only seems to notice Miley. And he let her know that.
But then there's Adam, her fiancé, the "love of her life", her longest relationship, the man who doesn't seem to care whether or not she got off during sex, and who could be a complete and total asshole.
Miley sighed as she lay awake in their tastefully decorated guest room. Adam's persistent snoring kept her up most nights and he, of course, being the gentleman that he was, told her to "fuck off" and he didn't move. That was another thing she hated about this man; his attitude towards her, like he could have any woman he wants. Adam was a tall, chubby man, almost like a teddy bear, with red hair and bright blue eyes. He was sweet the first couple of years, then, after they moved in together and became engaged, a different side came out of him. The side that never seemed to go away and constantly nagged at her.
Miley checked her phone and noticed it was three in the morning. She had class at ten but she was horny as all get out. She and Adam had had sex about four hours ago and he pumped, grunted, and came. His dick couldn't even reach all the right spots so she had to use a small vibrator in order for some relief.
But that wasn't enough. The usual orgasms, what little there were, left her feeling empty, aching, and constantly needy. And Adam was never in the mood let alone could he go more than one round. Plus his cock was too short, just below average. She only agreed to have sex with him in the first place to get him off her back about taking her virginity. Once they were done, she didn't even see blood but he swears that there was.
Miley rolled on to her back, and then reached her hands up to knead her small but perky breasts. She grabbed one nipple through her night shirt and trailed her other hand down her stomach to where her engorged clit lay, and she thought about Jace. He was always the lead character in her fantasies, and has been for the past two years when she met him, when he'd come to the university to talk about his work. She wonders herself why she fantasizes about another man while having sex with her fiancé and touching herself and she can still be in a relationship.
Truth is, she doesn't want to hurt Adam; sure, he's an ass and he's lied about a few things but she just can't bring herself to end it when it all boils down to it. And everyone knows she isn't happy, they ask all the time. Otherwise, why wouldn't they?
"Oh, Jace," she moaned as she circled her bud with her thumb and forefinger.
She dipped her fingers into her wet hole but could never reach that spot. Adam hit it a few times with his fingers but then gave up because his hand was hurting and turned over. Still rubbing herself, her breathing became ragged, her body flushed, and her skin developed a slight sheen of sweat. She was getting close.
Biting her lip, she pinched and rubbed harder and whimpered when the first waves of her orgasm shuddered through her body. If only she could have some way of breaking it off with Adam and run to Jace, then maybe, just maybe she might be satisfied. And actually feel love rather than going through the motions. She did love Adam, but it had grown into more of a brotherly, friendly type. Whereas, she noticed she started to develop feelings for Jace, and not just desire.
With a smile of self-satisfaction, she rolled over onto her side and drifted off to dream of Jace.
~~~~~~~~~~
The next two months dragged on and her relationship with Adam had only gotten worse.
After she came home from her shift at work, Adam was in a bitchy mood, pissed off more than ever and snapped at Miley every time she asked a question or said something.
"What the fuck is your problem Adam?" She screamed as he started towards their bedroom.
Most likely his mother has something to do with this
, she thought. His mother wanted them apart because he's such a mama's boy it's ridiculous.
Slamming the bedroom door closed in her face, he yelled, "You! I'm sick of living with someone like you. You're filthy and dirty!"
That hurt. She rolled her eyes though. Yeah, she wasn't the
cleanest
person around, not speaking of hygiene-that she was a freak at- but she kept the place pretty tidy, but occasionally her clothes lined the floor of their bedroom and her closet wasn't in tip-top shape but she wasn't a pig. That was
her
space. "What-the-fuck-ever. We're done. I'm out and I will find someone who will treat me like I need to be!"
Miley knew just where she needed to be: the bar at the end of their street, across from the college. She knew the place pretty well and the bartender who owned it, Seth. He knew all her troubles and woes and even coaxed her into breaking up with that bastard of a fiancé. Of course, she never did, but tonight was the final straw. Tonight was an exception since it was Friday evening and didn't expect to see Jace here.
Jace noticed her and sauntered over to her, already being able to tell something was wrong. He knew her so well. "Hey Miles, is everything okay?"
Tears rimmed her eyes, threatening to destroy her makeup, and she shook her head. "No! I think he and-," she sniffed, collecting herself. "I think I just broke up with Adam."
Jace looked to Seth and nodded his head at something strong. "Aw, baby, I'm sorry about that." He kissed her hair, smelling her rose scented shampoo. That brought immediate attention in his dark jeans.
Miley shifted on her stool, feeling slightly nervous at Jace's closeness. "The thing is I don't have anywhere to go. He fucking isolated me from everyone I know!" The tears fell now.
Seth placed a shot of vodka in front of Miley and brushed her hand to reassure her. Miley immediately tipped it back and ordered one more. Knocking that one back, her eyes cleared a little bit and she looked at Jace who was watching her carefully.
He seemed to be lost in thought staring at her. As if he couldn't stop himself, he blurted, "I have an extra bedroom. You could stay with me if you'd like."
Raising her arms up, Miley replied, "No, no, no. I wouldn't want to impose on you. We've only known each other a couple of years and-"
And what? Why was she declining after having all those fantasies about him while fucking Adam and fucking herself? Of course she would love to stay with him but, was she really ready to get involved with another man?
