Okay so this is my first time ever posting a story here on literotica. I'm excitedly nervous about this. I don't have an editor yet so I'm sorry for all the errors, I tried to catch them all. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. Hugz and kisses @--'---,---- beautyzdizaster
****Lalaine's POV****
Yes! My boss decided to let me go early and to enjoy the weekend. I was excited to spend some time with Zachary. We rarely got to ever since I got my job at Velvet House designs. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but after spending endless hours going over sketches and trying to measure a barely there model, it gets tiring.
So I happily grabbed my sketches that needed to be finished and placed them inside my leather satchel. I grabbed my black blazer and my small clutch purse, along with my work things, before heading out the door of my office. I said goodbye to my coworkers that I passed on the way out before hitting the down button to the elevator. I pulled my phone out of my clutch and quickly dialed my boyfriend's phone. It rang a couple of times before going straight to voicemail. Since he was home sick, I figured he was sleeping off his cold.
After I got out of the subway, I headed to the little Chinese restaurant near our apartment building. I ordered Zach some chicken dumplings and pork fried rice and myself chicken wings with pork fried rice. I was grateful that Mr. Peterson saw me walking to the door, quickly opening it and letting me in. He was our apartment doorman and always greeted everyone with a smile.
"Thank you Mr. Peterson", I told him as I got through the doors and into the lobby.
"Anything for my favorite tenant", he told me happily.
"Bringing Mr. Bens some food", he asked as he walked with me to the elevators and pressed the up button. I watched the antique gold tone arrow start to move toward the label that said Lobby.
"Yup, I thought it would help perk him up from his cold"
The elevator made a little ding sound as it reached the Lobby floor and Mr. Peterson said goodbye as I stepped inside. I gave him a small wave goodbye while I tried to keep hold of all my things. I listened to the soft music playing in the elevator and let my mind drift to how I would nurse Zach back to health, starting with sucking his cock and having a nice little quickie before dinner. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought, it had been a while since we'd had sex and I was going to make it up to him soon.
The elevator dinged again as it reached my floor. I anxiously waited for the doors to slide open before quickly walking down the hallway to our apartment door.
I unlocked the door while balancing the food and my heavy load of files. I kicked off my satin blue five inch heels near the wall and walked carefully to the kitchen counter. I placed all my work things and the food on the counter along with my keys. Since Zachary wasn't in the living room I figured he'd be in bed sleeping off the cold he'd called in from work for. As I walked down the small hallway I heard a moan and instantly felt sorry that he wasn't feeling so well.
What greeted me at the doorway will forever be a part of my memories. There was my boyfriend moaning for all his worth with a woman riding on top of him. My heart stopped and I stumbled a few steps back into the doorjamb. A strangled cry came from my lips and they both looked up in shock.
"Oh god, you said she wouldn't be home for a couple more hours", the woman screamed as she tried to detangle herself from the sheets and get off the bed. She almost fell onto the floor, I would've laughed but my body shut down. My emotions stopped and I felt a fog cloud into my mind.
The whole she was trying to get dressed Zachary just calmly sat up in the bed and looked at me. I saw no ounce of guilt in the blue eyes that I loved so much. I just kept staring at him and I felt nothing.
"I'm sorry", she mumbled as she quickly darted past me. I turned my body to watch her round the corner and a few seconds later here the door slam. The silence crashed around me like a wave pounding down on a sand castle. My eyes drifted to the pictures placed on the walls of the hallway. Pictures of our lives together, all looking so loving and warm, were smiling down at me. Mocking me as the shame finally hit home in my heart.
I took a deep breath and sent a small prayer to God, to give me strength in this moment. Slowly I turned to him and the words I spoke were barely a whisper but carried across as if shouted in a crowded room.
"How long?"
"Does it really matter at this point Lalaine", he said this as if mildly irritated with me, like this was all my fault. He stood up from the bed and I watched as he redressed. He pulled on his briefs and his dark washed jeans before picking up the light green button up shirt from the floor.
"How long Zach"
He let out a sigh as he slipped on the shirt buttoning it as he walked slowly up to me and placed his hands on my waist.
"Baby don't do this to yourself. Let's just move on from this point. It won't ever happen again, I promise", he said to me as if I were a mere child. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before walking past me toward the living room. I closed my eyes as I bowed my head as my hand slowly drifted up to the cross necklace that lay beneath my purple silk dress shirt.
I slowly walked into our small walk in closet and removed the gray suitcase that rested against the wall under his clothes. I carried it to the bed and unzipped it open. I walked back into the closet to grab his suits and haphazardly threw them in to the suitcase. I pulled open the drawers across from our bed and grabbed all of his shirts and underwear, before quickly throwing them in with his things. I moved with a purpose as I gathered all of his things before pulling the suitcase down the hallway.
I could see him sitting on couch watching some cartoon. He looked up as he heard me come near him. His eyes drifted from my eyes to the luggage that lay next to me before returning to look at me. His sandy blonde hair was cut short, very corporate in the way it was gelled. His body was drool worthy, built like a swimmers with a defined six pack. He stood at 5'10 and carried himself with a confidence that radiated from his body. He was the guy every geeky girl drooled over in high school.
But as I looked at him, all I saw was a stranger. Someone who I thought I knew inside and out but really didn't know at all.
I watched him as he assessed the situation in front of him before he turned his gaze back to the television. His body relaxed into the couch before he spoke.
"Baby you aren't leaving. I know I hurt you but you're being overly dramatic", he told me as he watched SpongeBob catch a jellyfish.
"You're right", I replied softly, watching the small smile that came to his face.
"Of course I am...now come over here and watch tv with......"
"Because I'm not the one leaving, you are. I packed up all your stuff and I want you gone", I finished saying as I watched his body tense as he sat up to glare at me.
"Excuse me?"
