Contra-Deception
Meteorologists claimed that there was a thunderstorm coming, but from what Raymond could see, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He hoped the forecast would not deter Cassandra from coming over. For too long, he had been chained in blissful pain with Cassandra. Her time was up. Today was the day that she promised to come get her things. He’d already gotten the keys. After struggling through months of seductions and sexy surprises, the relationship was finally over. He hadn’t seen her in two months, since the divorce party. Ever since that night, it was hard to shake the image of her pretty, red, high heeled feet on that guy’s chest, as they acquainted themselves with each other, at the invitation-only masquerade fuck fest. The sparkle in her eyes while the stranger got carnal knowledge of her, haunted him. Cassandra’s promiscuity was a major blow to his ego. He knew now, after attempting to tame her, that it was high time he let her go.