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  “Hello?”

  “Delivery,” she replied.

  “I’ll be right down.”

  A few moments later, the familiar outline of Gavin appeared behind the glass door. She resisted a smug smile as he opened the door. He looked a little different, a few pounds heavier than their previous meeting, and a few flecks of grey had appeared in his previously jet black hair. He had aged quite well, and was still very handsome.

  He stared at her without an ounce of recognition.

  “Hi, I’m sorry about that, I was working in my office. Sometimes I don’t hear the buzzer. Can I help?”

  Shay didn’t respond, she stood staring at him, a wry smile beginning to spread across her face.

  He frowned. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

  “You really don’t recognise me, do you, Gavin?”

  The look of confusion plastered across his face slowly began to emerge into a look of recognition and shock. His jaw dropped open.

  “Shay?”

  She smiled. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

  “What … what are you doing here?” he asked incredulously. “How long has it been?”

  “About five years.”

  “Oh, my God, I can’t believe you’re here.”

  Shay looked around, shivering. “Would you mind if I come in? I’m freezing my tits off out here”

  “Oh, God, yes. Sorry, come on in.”

  Gavin stepped to the side, allowing Shay to pass, and led the way through the entrance hall and upstairs towards Apartment 4. He let himself in with his key and she followed. Shay kicked off her boots at the front door, removed her outer coat and placed it upon the hook on the wall. The thick carpet pile felt heavenly between her toes.

  Gavin led the way into the living room. She followed close at his heels.

  “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “I could murder a glass of wine if you have one.”

  Gavin looked at his watch; it was only two o’clock.

  “It’s a little early, but why the hell not? White or red?”

  “Red, please.”

  Moments later, they were standing in the kitchen with an opened bottle of Merlot on the worktop. Gavin lifted two wineglasses from the shelf behind him, and placed them down on the counter. He poured them both a large glass and handed one to Shay.

  She took a large swig, almost knocking back the whole glass in one deep gulp. She winced as the alcohol burned its way to her stomach. Her face flushed, a sensation that matched the warmth in her loins.

  She stared at Gavin seductively as he took a smaller sip from his own glass. Shay reached over and collected the glass from him, before placing both on the counter beside her. She turned to face Gavin, her eyes locked onto his, like a predator circling her prey. Gavin’s heart thundered into his rib cage as the woman took a step towards him.

  “Shay, what are –”

  “I’ve missed you,” she purred suggestively.

  “Shay, I think it’s only fair to tell –”

  She pounced without hesitation, grabbing his head between her palms, and thrust her tongue into his mouth, lapping at his own greedily. He half-heartedly tried to pull away from her. She continued to tongue his mouth as he attempted to remove his head from her grasp. She bit down on his bottom lip, and he winced in pain, but didn’t dare move.

  Quickly dropping her hands down to his waist, she began undoing his belt and trousers. She slid her right hand down the front of his boxer shorts, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and slowly began to stroke.

  Despite his initial protest, he was betrayed by his body as she felt his cock begin to stiffen. She worked the shaft expertly between her roaming fingers.

  He groaned in pleasure.

  She opened her teeth, letting go of his lip, smiling.

  “It seems that you’ve missed me too.”

  “Please, Shay. I’ve got a –”

  He was interrupted as she dropped to her knees and yanked his trousers down around his ankles. She chuckled as his erect cock sprang to action. She quickly wrapped her lips around the end and began to suck, flicking her tongue around the tip, expertly stroking the shaft with her right hand, and cupping his balls with her left.

  His eyes rolled back in his head as she continued to suck. He grabbed a handful of her hair and began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He continued to groan ecstatically as she continued to work him with her lips.

  A few moments later, she straightened up and ripped open the blouse that she was wearing, spraying buttons in different directions. Pushing up her bra but not removing it, she revealed her rounded, adequate breasts. Grabbing his head, she pulled it towards her toned body. He began lapping at her nipples greedily, caressing them with his tongue and gently biting. She groaned with pleasure as she felt them begin to stiffen.

  She pulled his head away and greedily kissed him again, and this time he reciprocated, their tongues lashing at each other.

  She gazed into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

  He nodded. “Bedroom.”

  She didn’t need telling twice.

  Shay quickly headed down the corridor, heading for the bedroom, navigating the apartment from memory. She kicked open the door, pressed the play button on the stereo as she passed, and leapt forward onto the bed. She rolled over onto her back as Gavin entered the room; Pearl Jam’s Once filled the air.

  Quickly dropping his trousers and boxer shorts to the bedroom floor, he pulled his polo shirt up over his head and discarded it onto the pile with the rest of the clothes. He dived onto the bed on top of Shay, and began groping and biting at her breasts.

  His fumbling hands began to undo the buttons on her jeans before he dragged them off in one fluid motion and threw them to the floor beside the bed. He didn’t remove her skimpy underwear, he simply yanked it to one side, teased her slit gently with his probing fingers, and thrust himself into her.

  She screamed out in delight, thrusting her hips onto him as he began to pound her, rhythmically.

  After a few moments, he flipped her over, so that she was on all fours. He snatched at her blouse and threw it to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties. He positioned himself behind her and thrust his cock into her from behind, sliding in effortlessly. She let out another orgasmic scream. He continued to fuck her while losing control of his primitive urges, his hips bouncing off her arse, a wet slapping sound echoing around the room.

  “You want it deep, baby?”

  Shay looked back between her legs, gasping. “Yes, yes. Fuck me hard, hard and fast, deep in the arse. You know I love it!”

  He pulled his cock out, it glistened, slick with pre cum. With a trembling hand, he pulled her underwear further aside, and allowed a dribble of saliva to drop from his lips, down into the crack of her arse. They both groaned with delight as he slid his engorged cock into the tight hole, lubricating it with his saliva.

  He continued to pound her from behind as she carried on squealing and grunting with pleasure. Gavin continued to thrust as the second song on the Pearl Jam album began to play. He felt the tightening sensation in his extremities and pulled his cock from her as a thick stream of warm ejaculate shot from his tip, and coated her slick back and the duvet.

  Gavin whispered into her ear, “Fuck, that was amazing. How was it for you?”

  But she didn’t answer. Shay was looking across the room.

  He followed her gaze and looked at the woman standing in the bedroom doorway.

  She was holding a knife.

  III

  “What the fuck is this?”

  Odette took a small, tentative step into the room. The sentence left her lips, but the combination of words felt alien, foreign, as if someone else had taken control of her for a split second and coaxed the words from within. She would have preferred to approach the situation in silence, her steely gaze doing the work, knife twirling in her hand; hell, the reaction from Gavin and his whore was priceless. She f
elt the words diminished the impact of her sudden appearance somewhat, and felt it made her look weak.

  Who gives a fuck, she thought. I have a knife.

  Silence greeted her, and again, she felt the coaxing, felt the reluctant words scratch her throat as they emerged from the emotional tumult deep in her crushed soul, a soul quickly re-forming into something more oblique, more sinister. The stench of hot sex was pungent in the air, cloying almost. Usually, Odette enjoyed the warm smell, it had the potential to drive her insane with unbridled lust, and it never failed to get her ready for a second round.

  Not today.

  Her eyes flicked from the brunette woman to Gavin, and back again. Her eyes scrutinised their nude forms, a sick revulsion washing through her. With a mortified gaze, she traced the spool of pale ejaculate that swirled across the woman’s bare back.

  She wanted an answer, and the tense silence wasn’t providing it.

  She would need to use words.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  Shay stared intently at the woman that stood in the doorway, trying to gauge her unpredictable behaviour. The woman looked aggressive, yet strangely serene, an unusual combination. Shay didn’t respond or react, despite being completely naked, and her flesh sheened with a film of sweat. She remained still, lying on her front on the bed, and didn’t move, completely calm.

  Despite having the best sex that you’ve had in a long time, it isn’t worth this amount of hassle. If the bitch holding the knife isn’t going to get out of the way, you’re going to have to go through her. Hell, this could be the second lot of action that you see this afternoon.

  The woman in the doorway became more agitated as she repeated herself, demanding to know what was going on. Shay slowly rolled to her left, towards the edge of the bed, swinging her legs around. She slowly planted her feet down on the carpeted bedroom floor.

  The woman screamed again, “I said, what –”

  “I fucking heard what you said, bitch,” Shay spat, interrupting. “He didn’t fuck me so hard that I’ve gone deaf.”

  Gavin’s terrified gaze wobbled, flicking between the two women.

  “The truth is,” Shay continued, “you look like you’re going to do someone a mischief with that knife, and considering the fact I don’t know who you are, I assume that this is your little boyfriend here? Truth is, I didn’t know him before today, but it seems that I have something that he wanted, and I happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

  “That’s bullshit,” Gavin uttered, his words strangled. He glanced from Shay to Odette, helpless, pleading. “She’s an old girlfriend, is all. She came to visit, and we got talking…”

  “Bullshit,” the woman exclaimed, leaping from the bed. “I only just met you!”

  Gavin snivelled. “Please, Shay, don’t make this harder than –”

  “Shay? So it has a name,” Odette chided.

  Shay turned to her. “Less of your lip, bitch.”

  Odette narrowed her eyes slightly, saying nothing, twirling the knife slowly in her hand. She felt the plastic handle scraping her palm, the vicious blade skimming above her soft skin by mere inches. Assessing the situation, she looked at the woman, glared for a second, and averted her gaze to Gavin.

  “How do you explain this?”

  Shay laughed. “Don’t ignore m –”

  Odette gave the woman a stern look. “I’m talking … to my boyfriend right now, okay? He can speak for himself. He still has a small set of balls, from what I can see anyway. He didn’t spunk their entire contents over your carpet-loving wetback.”

  Shay’s eyes widened, flabbergasted by the incorrect usage of the racial slur, but she kept quiet. She rolled her dark hair in her fist, clenching tight.

  Gavin groaned, the situation growing more uncomfortable by the second. He returned his gaze to Odette. “Like I said, darling, she’s an old friend. She popped over, we got to talking. One thing led to another and…”

  Odette nodded, saying nothing.

  Gavin flicked a look at Shay, warning her to keep quiet. He glanced at Odette again, who was pacing the other side of the room, keeping her distance. She stopped, laughed beneath her breath and looked up. “An old friend?”

  Gavin nodded. “I swear.”

  “You don’t have old friends, we had a chat about this, remember?”

  Gavin’s eyes aimed upwards, searching his vast memory banks for the conversation. After a second, the lights came on behind the orbs, bringing a brief smile to his lips, one born from a small accomplishment in his increasingly dire situation. He groaned and remembered, wishing he hadn’t lied.

  Wishing he hadn’t hidden the truth.

  “I lied. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he uttered, dejected.

  Shay twisted on her heels, her inquisitive gaze aimed directly at Gavin, and frowned. She tilted her head slightly to her left as if it would give her a better understanding of the situation. She un-balled her hair from her fist. “I’m sorry, Gavin? No old friends? Well, maybe not any old friends, but maybe an old fiancée, perhaps?”

  Shay turned to Odette, her blood beginning to boil as it ran rapidly through her veins. The two women stood a mere six feet away from each other, their gazes locked like two feral animals, ready to pounce.

  Odette stared at the naked woman that stood before her. She wasn’t in the slightest bit intimidated by the situation. She was quite tall and slim, her body was toned and brawny, the faded tan enhanced her curves, especially around the shoulders and forearms. Despite being slim, she had ample rounded breasts and wide hips which narrowed down into long muscular legs. Her face was slim and not unattractive, and her mop of dark hair, locks clearly damaged from a lifetime of bad dye jobs, hung messily down the sides of her head.

  Odette broke the silence. “You were engaged?” She pointed the knife. “To her?”

  A mischievous smile spread across Shay’s face. “Look, honey. It was a long time ago. I thought it was all water under the bridge. We happened to bump into each other today in town. We got talking and he offered to buy me a coffee, one thing led to another and he started begging me to come back here with him. I didn’t even know he still lived around here.”

  Gavin jumped up from the bed in protest, covering himself with a sweater. “You fucking liar.”

  In a clean, swift movement, Shay took a single step forward with her left foot. Spinning from the waist, she swung a violent elbow which collided with the side of Gavin’s forehead, sending him flailing to his left. He yelped and landed on the bed in a tangled heap.

  Shay was on him within a split second, grabbing a handful of his tousled hair. The woman yanked it upwards so that he was facing in the direction of Odette, who continued to stare, unsure of her next action, gripping the knife tightly in her hand.

  Shay yanked Gavin’s head back violently, and he yelped in pain. “You see, this was the reason why we called our wedding off,” she spat into Gavin’s ear. “You and your two-timing ways. You could never be a one-woman man, could you?”

  Odette remained silent, observing quietly. She stepped forward.

  “He cheated on you?”

  Shay nodded quickly, saying nothing. She released Gavin’s head, and watched as the man slumped onto the bed, groaning in pain and stunted relief. She stared at her hand, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her palm.

  Odette chuckled, dumbfounded. “How many times?”

  Shay laughed. “That ain’t none of your business, lady.”

  “Considering you just came into my home, and fucked my boyfriend, I think it makes it my business, don’t you?”

  Shay smiled, nodding. “Touché.”

  “So?” she insisted. Odette licked her lips feverishly, not wanting to know the answer, but waiting for it anyway. It proved nothing, the number didn’t pertain to their relationship, and Gavin could have changed since. Maybe he had only cheated on her the once.

  Once, and she just happened to walk in on it.

  Once
. Fuck that.

  People don’t change. Leopards can’t change their spots and all that bollocks.

  Shay shot a lingering gaze in Gavin’s direction. She bent down and retrieved her blouse, turning it inside out. He rolled over and climbed off the bed, finally slung his sweater on, and stepped into a pair of crumpled shorts. He walked over to the women. “Shay, you need to leave.”

  She shook her head. “I ain’t going nowhere.”

  Gavin stared at her, his mouth agape. “What?”

  “I agree,” replied Odette. “I have some questions, and you’re going to answer them.” She paused. “Both of you.”

  Shay shrugged, slipping her toned legs into her jeans. “Fine by me.”

  Gavin reached for Odette’s arm, but the woman flinched, pulling away. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”

  Gavin held his hands up. “Okay, okay.”

  Odette flicked her eyes to Shay. The woman was looking down at the floor as she retrieved her remaining items of clothing, her gaze vacant. Odette recognised the look, one she’d owned on several occasions in her youth. She shook her head, chuckling.

  “Unbelievable.”

  Shay turned to them, saying nothing. Gavin frowned. “What?”

  Odette paused, the topic lost on the silence. “Do you want to tell this idiot, or shall I?”

  Shay shrugged, confused. “Tell him what?”

  Odette placed her hands on her hips, the knife parallel to her leg. She walked over to Gavin, smiled, and slapped him across the face. The resounding smack of flesh on flesh echoed around the bedroom, making Shay yelp. Gavin stared at his girlfriend, hurt and mystified by the sudden outburst.

  “She still loves you, you fucking moron.”

  Gavin spun and looked at Shay, a look of pure horror on his face. “What … is this true?”

  Shay said nothing. Her lips pursed together, revealing nothing. However, her bruised gaze and her watery eyes gave things away.

  Gavin laughed. “It’s been how many years and you decide to come back here, knocking on my door, because you still fucking love me?”

  Shay exhaled deeply, hands on hips, and shook her head. “I didn’t want it to come to this.”

  Gavin went to take a step towards Shay, when he noticed that Odette was still holding the knife. He paused, caught in two minds. “Look, if you still have feelings for me then I’m sorry, but the truth of the matter is that my life has moved on. I’m with her … I’m with Odette now.”