OBSESSED WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND (THE SHADOWS OF INFIDELITY)

TASTE OF WHAT'S TO COME

A sudden silence fell, and Charles, who was straddling Rose, his beloved, halted his thrusting movements and lay down beside Rose, whose face showed deep sadness. She sat up and faced Charles before speaking.

— Charles, what is wrong with you? What exactly is your problem?

Charles, who didn’t understand what his beloved meant, sat up to ask what was wrong, and Rose continued.

— So, according to you, you just made love to me, is that right?

— Of course I did, my darling.

— Don’t ever call me “my darling” again. What does that even mean? You threw yourself on me, and in less than two minutes, you came inside me. You’re sweating like you just ran a race against a puma. And yet, you did nothing. Charles, I’m tired of suffering in this house because I love feeling like a woman. I want to feel the presence of a man by my side, not that of a child. Some young guys do better than what you’re giving me in this house. You really disappoint me... Look at everything I have to offer: my breasts, my butt, this beauty that men fight over. I give them to you freely, and you play with them without even considering my pleasure. The only position you know is missionary, and that’s it.

— But my love, have you ever tried to change position and I refused?

— Shut up! Do you even last long enough for me to suggest another position?

With those words, Rose got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

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CHAPTER 01

( The Beginning )

Rose quickly took a shower. Since it was the weekend and neither of them was going to work, once she was ready, she left the bedroom, leaving Charles alone in bed. Charles didn’t know how to satisfy his wife; he constantly asked himself questions to which he found no answers. Sex didn’t really interest him—he wasn’t the kind of man who saw himself as a sex god.

After taking a moment to think, he got up and headed to the shower to take a nice bath. Meanwhile, Rose was already in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast. Fueled by her anger, she wasn’t at her best in the kitchen and kept muttering to herself.

— “What kind of situation have I gotten myself into? How can a man as mature as him not know how to satisfy a woman in bed? With that thing between his legs, he’s incapable of doing anything. What is his problem, seriously? I can’t stand this suffering. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m already pregnant with his child, I would have asked for a divorce. I need to feel fulfilled, to be passionately taken, to be penetrated with tenderness, softness, and fire. I need to make love and feel the intense pleasure that comes with a well-executed sexual experience. My God, I wonder why I left Tony for him. Tony made me feel so good and knew exactly how to take a woman to seventh heaven. My God, just thinking about him turns me on. My God, I’m even aroused.”

With those words, Rose rushed to the bathroom—because she truly was aroused just from thinking about Tony.

Tony was one of Rose’s former lovers—a cool, handsome, and stylish man. However, he had no job. Even at twenty-five years old, he still relied on his parents and cared only about seducing neighborhood girls indiscriminately. As the saying goes, love is blind, and Rose had fallen into a romantic relationship with Tony. She loved him so much that she was willing to meet all his needs.

Rose was still involved with Tony when Charles came to ask for her hand in marriage from her parents. Because of the love she felt for Tony and the sexual pleasure he gave her, she found it difficult to accept Charles, even though he was ready to do anything for her. He was a romantic, simple, and very wealthy man. He owned his own company and had everything at his disposal.

Tony had even once suggested to Rose that she accept Charles’s advances, enjoy his resources for a while, and then leave him. But because of her love for Tony, she couldn’t consider such a thing. But everything changed—her love for Tony even shifted the day she caught him in bed with her best friend.

So, the woman who had once rejected her parents’ chosen suitor ended up having to accept him.

She married Charles, and I must admit—she lacks nothing. She works at Charles’s company, owns her own car, and has a well-stocked bank account. She has everything a woman needs to feel comfortable at home because Charles showers her with love. However, he still fails to satisfy her sexually like Tony did.

Rose had finished cleaning herself and continued what she had been doing before being overwhelmed by her sexual urges. She was in the kitchen when Charles joined her.

— Baby, can I help you? he asked.

— No, thank you. I don’t need help, she replied.

Charles moved closer and wrapped his arms around her while speaking.

— Why are you acting this way, baby? Is it just because I didn’t satisfy you in bed?

— Charles, could you please take your hands off me? I don’t want to get angry.

Overwhelmed by Rose’s behavior, Charles complied with her request and started speaking, now with the anger rising inside him.

— Why would you get angry? What have I done to you? What exactly is your problem? Have you forgotten that I’m a businessman? I can’t get my wife used to regular sex and then be blamed for any slip-ups.

— Who’s talking about turning me into a sex machine? I just want you to satisfy me. Even if we make love once a week, that’s all I’m asking. What’s the point of having that big dick in your pants if you can’t make love to a woman the right way? I’m not asking you to buy a plane—I just want you to make me fly, to truly feel like a man is inside me. Do you understand me?

— So, everything I do for you means nothing?

Rose did not answer Charles’s question and simply continued what she was doing. Charles reached out to touch her, but as she turned toward him, she slapped him.

“I already told you—don’t make me angry.”

Without saying a word, Charles left the kitchen and went to sit in the living room.

Meanwhile…

Tony was once again with one of those young women who hadn’t yet figured out what they truly wanted. Her name was Yasmine.

“Oh my God, Tony, you’re going to drive me crazy. Please, go easy,” she moaned. “I adore you!”

— “Really? Can you feel me?”

— “Yes, baby. You’re amazing… What you’re doing to me… I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Tony took his time with her, knowing exactly how to push her limits. His hands and mouth explored every inch of her, awakening a desire in Yasmine that left her breathless. She clung to him, begging for more, whispering words of surrender as her body responded to every move he made.

Gradually, he intensified his touch, building up the tension between them until Yasmine could no longer hold back.

— “Tony, please… I need you. I want all of you.”

Without hesitation, Tony deepened their intimacy, responding to her plea with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to please. Her cry echoed through the room—was it from pain or pleasure? That remained a mystery.

Tony moved with practiced rhythm, while still giving attention to every reaction Yasmine gave. He was completely in control—and she was completely his, if only for the moment.