Revenge Goes Wrong
ALMOST PSYCHO · Ongoing · 67.7k Words
Introduction
His eyes glare at me with vile intentions, he slowly leans on to me, licking his lips. I feel his hot breath on my face as his face moves closer to mine. Slowly, very very slowly.
My heart was racing, my mind was screaming while his lips gently touched mine, delicately.
His lips,
My lips,
Apocalypse.
Am I going to have sex with my gay husband?!
Eyes wide, I look into those grey eyes that look animalistic, wild, and unpredictable. They intensely look at me as his sinful lips take possession of mine as if they always belonged to him.
Suddenly, my body freezes as I hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down. I gasp as he grabs the other side of my stubborn panties and tears it off like the head of his worst enemy.
“What are you doing?” I scream helplessly. My chest rams against the cold glass as I think about the vulnerable position I am trapped in. His hot chest presses against my back as he leans down to my ear and huskily whispers, “Scream.”
Joycelyn planned to take revenge on a rich bastard after he cheated on her bestie. All she had to do was…
• Make him drunk
• Get married
• Then divorce with 50% of his money and property
But what happens when she fuck things up and ends up marrying another asshole...
And worst of all, Gets pregnant.
Hold ya titties, coz shit is bout to go down ;)
MATURE + VERY ADDICTIVE ;)
Chapter 1
1. Revenge
‘Ohhh!’
‘Ahhh!’
‘Oh fuck, yes.’
I hold my pounding head in my hands as I sip my coffee and watch porn. But the coffee isn’t strong enough to hit my brain cells hard and exactly where I want. Maybe I should try alcohol.
‘Oh my god, Jake. Yes, fuck me baby. Harder, harder!’
The moans and screams from my computer are adding another wave of a headache to my already dead head. I am this close to turn into a psychopath and piss on everybody’s table.
My dark circles are darker
Coz life fucks me harder
The skirt I wear is longer
But the digits in my bank are shorter.
“Joycelyn, you still didn’t submit your work for proofreading?” My manager growls at me like a hungry chihuahua. I aggressively type the keyboard, hitting the keys as if it was her face.
Fuck you bitch. Die from aids.
“Done. Mailed you.”
I gulp the remaining coffee and slam the cup on my table, gathering my stuff and getting the hell out of the hell. Fuck you, motherfuckers!
Hi, I am Joycelyn and I am a porn content writer.
Probably got the worst fucking job in the world.
There ain’t no porn that I haven’t watch
There ain’t no sex video that I didn’t touch
There ain’t no cock I didn’t see
There ain’t no- Ring
Who the fuck spoiled my poem? I pull out my phone in the most hostile way and slam it to my ear and bark, “Who is this?”
“Juicy! I missed you.” I hear sobs, whimpering sobs from the other side. “Hey, D. What happened?” I ask my landlord slash old friend slash drama whore.
“You won’t believe what just happened to me. I am so sad. I… got dumped.” He cries loudly, killing the germs in my ear.
“Do you want some alcohol?” I offer him as I was gonna buy it anyway. “No, I got them all. You just come, I am so sad.”
…
As soon as I reach our home, I find Dennis sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and watching The Vampire Diaries on his laptop. I find Jack Daniel's bottle on the table along with vodka and chips, all ready for the I am dumped party.
“Juicy!” He cries harder after seeing me. Water leaks from his eyes, nose, and mouth as he cries depressingly.
“Poor baby, look at you.” I give him a tight hug, taking half of the space on the couch. I pat on his ginger red hair as I try to calm him, “No, no. Don’t cry.”
Dennis is like a sweet bag of cotton candy. More like a cute cloud of diabetes.
He takes deep breaths to cool himself down as I pour a glass of whiskey for myself, “So, who did this to you?” I ask him while sipping the liquor and calming my nerves.
“Coo-coo dumped me.”
“Coo who?”
“Coo-coo! My boyfriend that I was talking about all this month.” Dennis sobs hugging the blanket. “Ohh coo-coo, your a week old super-rich Vegas boyfriend?” I ask him shockingly.
I never knew even gays get dumped.
“Yes, he was so loving and clingy to me all this time. He said I was the one and he never felt this way before with anyone.”
Typical playboy lines.
“We had so much fun together this whole week. Had kinky sex and it was like a dream come true for me. But since yesterday, he started ignoring me saying he is busy, sick, or out of the city. And today- today he blocked me on Instagram and Facebook."
Typical fuckboy tricks.
Wait… There are fuckboys in gays too?
“I was hurt but more than that, I was angry. So I made a fake account and followed him. And you know what that bitch did?” Suddenly the crying Dennis turns into a fire-breathing dragon.
“He deleted all our pictures together and uploaded pictures with some bald fashion designer of Paris with a caption, Had the most amazing evening with you. Bloody BASTARD!” He growls in jealousy.
His eyes look apathetic, the only emotion I can detect in them is hatred, envy, and vengeance. “He chewed me and threw me like Doublemint chewing gum. I can't believe I let him use me for all this time when I was hopelessly in love with him.”
I pat on his shoulders as I pour myself another glass of whiskey. “Dennis, all boys are shit. But the boys with money and good face, those are always dick.”
Suddenly the drink gets snatched from my hands harshly. I flinch back in surprise as he swallows the liquor in a gulp and smashes the glass on the floor violently.
Oh man, how many drinks he had before me?
“Oh hell no. Nobody just fucks me and leaves me. No bastard is born to access this ass and dump it.” He grabs his butt cheek and slaps it while making his point.
“Cheers to that.” I drink directly from the bottle as I watch his ass jiggle.
“Yeah! Cason has to pay. A very big price. He is going to remember me for all his fucking life when I take my revenge on him. Haha!” Dennis laughs like an evil devil from underground.
“Revenge?” Did I hear it right?
Dennis nods his head as he sneers demonically, “I have a plan.” I gasp as suddenly his evil eyes land on me and I feel shivers running down my spine.
I feel the chills
The way his eyes drill
I sense the thrill
Is he going for a kill?
His lips curve up in a sinful smirk as he says, “Any you will help me execute that plan.”
Wait what?
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