Chapter 1

I hate cheaters.

I hate the idea of fucking someone else when you have a partner.

It's wicked, and wrong. Morally...

Hell, just break up with them, it's not that hard.

But here I am, legs shaking with the type of orgasm I've never felt with anyone else before racking my body. I've lost every sense of control, my screams ring out in my ears... He thrusts harder; one final slam into me, and I'm clenching hard around him. My juices spilling all over my legs... And his cock.

My wedding is next week.

I was always so quick to say cheating is so damn intentional, it's never a mistake.

Maybe not a mistake, but falling in love with someone else while you have a safety net is spontaneous.

Here's the thing about spontaneity.

You can't go back from the results.

I can still remember chemistry classes in highschool, Mr. Langford talking about spontaneous reactions. I don't understand them, I never did. It's the same way I don't understand how I got tangled up in this situation.

I push Rhys away from me and pull my skirt down, jumping from his countertop and looking away.

I'm ashamed of myself. Can't stand what I have done, or have been doing. I try to tell myself, I keep coming back here for good sex, but I know it's not just the sex. It's everything about this goddamn asshole.

"Noor," he says, blocking me from moving away from him.

"I've got to go," I mutter. I exhale loudly, push him again and pace around his kitchen, looking for where I had tossed my keys carelessly. The food he was making before I got here has began to emit an acrid smell. "Your food is burning."

"You're leaving already," he says quietly, watching me pick up my keys from the floor.

I nod and smile tightly.

I want to stay. I want to lay in his arms, eat and laugh with him as we maybe watch a rom com together.

But I can't.

I can't even look at him without reminding myself of how disgusting I am.

I don't trust my voice, so I say nothing and open the back door of his kitchen.

I understand how long his strides are, but he grabs me from behind pulls me into him.

He smells like sex and that's intoxicating.

"Please."

The plea in his voice breaks me.

Rhys never begs. He always takes what he wants.

And what breaks me even more is how he's not disgusted by the type of woman I've become. He knows I have a fiance who's probably at his final tux fitting with his mother.

He should hate me because I am doing the exact same thing he broke up with his ex wife for. The girl who made him swear he hated love.

He just needed a fuck once in a while. That's what he used to say.

But I know I'm not that once in a while convenient fuck for him.

He's becoming attached.

And hell, so am I.

"I have to go," i say out of need. I need to escape from here before my head explodes.

But he's making me turn around again. Making me breathe in his scent as I look up into his grey stormy eyes.

I should end this, or end it with my fiance. It can't be that hard to make a decision that's the right thing to do.

I allow him to rake his hands through my hair and kiss me slowly. He pulls me back inside and I don't stop him as he closes the door.

I'm lifted on the counter again, but he's not about to fuck me.

He pulls back and sighs heavily.

"This is wrong," I say quietly.

"It doesn't feel wrong."

To you.

That's what I want to say to him.

Because it does feel wrong, but in the most right way possibly.

I want to say that to him because he never has to deal with guilt.

My phone rings just then, across the counter and I sigh, not believing I had almost forgotten it here.

He makes a move to get it for me, then stops when he sees the name. His jaw tightens ever so slightly but he hands me the phone nonetheless.

It's my fiance.

I swipe up on the caller ID. "Babe."

My voice shakes in fear. As if Daniel can see where I am, and hear how hoarse my voice is from screaming.

“Where are you love? You were supposed to meet me here so we could meet with the planner for the final preparations. I called the house line, you didn’t pick.”

“Yeah, um I had to go to the store. I’m on my way.”

“Store for what?”

“I’m sorry, I’m on my way.”

I hang up before he can ask any more questions.

I refuse to spare Rhys a glance as I hurry out of the back door and run to my car. I swallow hard, taking in a deep breath as I start the engine and begin driving out. I look to my side for a second. I see him standing there staring at me with a look I don't understand. The streets are busy, A car is driving, recklessly and switching lanes each moment, a police van with siren sounds chasing after him. The red traffic lights come on at an intersection, and I huff in frustration.

When I finally meet him, he pulls me into a tight hug. I am afraid he can smell Rhys on me so my legs feel like jelly.

“What’s this?” He asks, hands sliding to my neck as he pulls away.

Shit. Rhys must have left a hickey.

“From last night,” I laugh. “We were pretty into it.”

I’m surprised at how quickly the lie comes out— I have been lying a lot as of recent.

“Yeah. Fucking amazing,” he grins.

His eyes still hold disbelief, or maybe it’s my fear of him finding out the truth.

“What were you in the store for?”