One last time before you go

Manuel walked out of the room angrily, avoiding Amelia's questions that were pushing him to the corner. He had exhausted his luck and was left with playing the guilt trip, but it wasn't working this time, he had overused that technique on Amelia, so much that she could anticipate it and even counter it.

“Who is she?” Amelia asked as she joined him in the living room, walking casually behind him as if she wasn't bothered about the message she had seen on her phone.

“Some hater” Manuel lied again, turning to the window to overlook the empty street. He had devilish intent but could never enact it because he knew the result of whatever stunt he pulled and decided to play safe.

“Why would some random hater text me about your favorite underwear and even your preferred sex position with detailed analysis of your post-cum attitude” Amelia chuckled as she stood a safe distance behind Manuel waiting for his answer.

The event had been the one that broke the camel's back because Amelia had guessed Manuel was cheating, but she didn't know how to confront Manuel because of his cheating, that often worked easily on her.

Unfortunately for Manuel, the girl he was shagging during his leisure at work felt happy, dangerous, and pulled a massive one. When she tried to frustrate Amelia out of the relationship by revealing it clearly to Amelia that her boyfriend, Manuel, was cheating on her.

“She doesn't like….us” Manuel answered, still not looking at Amelia. Manuel had realized he was in a tight corner because he couldn't get angry since she wasn't showing her anger openly and was simply asking a question that truly deserved an answer.

“I believe you, but who is she?” Amelia persisted.

“My friend's ex” Manuel decided to play his last card but was quickly countered by Amelia. “Why did she send you her nude last night after we had sex?”

“What!” Manuel exclaimed, ready to blow up but felt an icy chill on his chest when Amelia showed him her phone. It was a conversation between him and the supposed friend ex, exchanging nudes and sexting. It was detailed and couldn't be evaded because the chat contained his face and even the time of communication.

“Nothing” Amelia began to feel the disgust in his voice as he began to find excuses seeking soft-landing in the intoxication of alcohol and sleepy eyes. “But you claimed not to have communicated with her in years” Amelia burst into tears as the phone slipped off her hands.

She looked straight into Manuel's eye and briefly looked through the window to determine what the time was.

Amelia, infuriated by Manuel's deceitful guise, packed her bags and left his house later that evening, searching for where to stay. She first crashed in her friend's place for a few days and eventually got an apartment two kilometers away from Manuel's house where she assumed she was free from his influence.

It took a few weeks before she could finally move on as she began her search for someone to keep her company primarily and started her search from the neighborhood. But when it was to no good, she opted for Tinder, a dating app she had heard about and even once got accreditation of its purpose from her ex-boyfriend, Manuel.

Amelia's search went on for days, and she eventually gave up and settled with herself. But was soon caught on the web of loneliness while she thirsted for what she could only get from Manuel. Like he was waiting for that moment, Manuel called. Amelia's PTSD had the better part of her initially, but she eventually gave in and picked the call.

“Are you home?” He said over the call with his Baritone voice soothing her ears and turning her on.

“Why?” She riposted.

“I'm at your house,” he answered. Amelia pranced up from her cushion where she sat in her underwear and singlet to check the window, where she found a familiar figure standing at the front of her house with a flower in his hand.

“Who…why…?” Amelia got lost in communication and was once again consoled by his reassuring tone.

“I just want to see you”. He played his next card as Amelia's anger wore off, and her horny feeling pushed her to open the door, forgetting to put on something. She believed he knew her naked and clothed already, so there wasn't any need for formalities.

“Thanks for letting me in,” Manuel said as he stepped in with his cologne dominating the entire room. “I miss you,” he said first and handed her the flower, then kissed her forehead.

Amelia stood motionless in front of Manuel with her heels in the air, ready to be lifted. “Why are you here?” She asked.

“For a proper goodbye” he answered.

“What do you mean?” Amelia pondered.

“A goodbye sex” Manuel faked a shy smile.

“Is that all you want to leave me alone?” Amelia silently hoped he lifted her off the floor, and before he answered her elusive question, they were on the bed naked.

Manuel's sweat dripped off his forehead and shoulder on Amelia's chest as it strolled down her cleavages towards her belly button, sending a chilly sensation to her brain. She could undeniably feel the strokes in the innermost part of her body as Manuel continued hitting furiously as though his life depended on it.

They were both nearing climax and the moaning wasn't subsiding. Manuel looked at his torso and navigated his eye to Amelia's breast, moving rhythmically to the movement of his strokes. He finally nutted with his whole body shivering in the relief of a time well spent in the body of his ex.

“I guess this is the end,” Amelia asked as she caught her breath.

“A befitting end” Manuel laughed, but Amelia wasn't finding it funny, so she asked why.

“Because you made me look like a fool,” Manuel chuckled.

“ That's in the past now ”. Amelia shied away from Manuel as she got over her horny senses and tried to shove Manuel off her.

“Is it?” He pushed her back and delved into his pocket, bringing out a pocket knife, which he placed on her cleavage.

“BDSM?” Amelia blushed.

“I'll be the Crazy Ex” Manuel chided as he raised the knife a bit and puncture both of her eyeballs simultaneously with the knife with a loud screech escaping her mouth. Manuel swiftly slit her throat and stuck his hands in it to make sure she couldn't speak.

Amelia bled furiously as she fixed her gaze with Manuel and screamed with her bloody eye while he moved to her left breast, cutting it gently and reaching for her heart as she slowly. But painfully gave up the ghost in her lover's arm.

“ You will never find happiness with no one else but me “