He’s a Liar, a Cheater, and Filthy Rich…Here’s How to Make Him Pay: Part 2

I couldn’t believe that I had just woken up beside a hand­some, young man. I know I had gone out to the bar to spite my older man, Der­rick, but I had no rec­ol­lec­tion of what hap­pened last night, or how I ended up in bed with another man.

What do you do Cassie?” the younger man asked.

My heart sud­denly felt pangs of guilt—the only other per­son who called me Cassie was Der­rick.  “Appar­ently you,” I said with a smile. We both laughed, and the guilt set in even more.

Well, you have a beau­ti­ful home. What­ever you do, it must be work­ing out very well for you,” he said. Then he rolled over top of me, pushed my hair away from my face, and kissed me with the kind of youth­ful desire that the old man never had. This younger man’s hands were strong, his smell was fresh, and his energy was unapolo­getic. We had sex again and I lost myself in his raw sex­ual ten­sion. The energy in his strokes made me scream out loud, and when I cli­maxed, I remem­bered Der­rick again—the old man now had competition.

I made break­fast for my new man, Josh. We exchanged phone num­bers and he promised he would call me when he got off work. I knew I would never hear from him again, but just the pos­si­bil­ity of a new romance gave me hope for true love.

About five min­utes after Josh left, there was a knock at the door. I assumed he had left some­thing behind, and since I was about to get into the shower, I opened the door wear­ing noth­ing but my towel. It wasn’t Josh at the door.

I see you’re ready for me,” Der­rick said with a smile. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy, Cassie. You know how work can be.” If “work” meant his wife, then yes, I knew exactly how much of a hand­ful it was. I pushed Der­rick off of me and told him I was going to take a quick shower. “I wouldn’t mind join­ing you,” he said. I lied and said it was that time of the month. He sighed, and then made him­self com­fort­able on the couch.

I came down­stairs to see Der­rick stand­ing in the kitchen. “Who is Joshua?” he asked. There was a tone of anger in his voice. He lifted his hand and I could see that he was hold­ing a wal­let. I explained that my class­mate had stopped by to pick up some notes because he had the flu, and that he must have for­got­ten it on the counter last night.

I went so far as call­ing Josh in front of Der­rick. “I did it on pur­pose,” said Josh. “I needed an excuse to come back. See you tonight.” I couldn’t help but smile—the thought of see­ing Josh again gave me but­ter­flies in my stomach.

Later that evening, I told Der­rick that I wasn’t feel­ing well. Josh spent the night. My old man was sud­denly becom­ing less and less appeal­ing to me. His money, how­ever, still had me hooked.