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HOMEWRECKER

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It is amazing that sometimes the things that you are not meant to do are so much more alluring, so much more exciting, so much more……seductive.

Tanya Loved to live life on the edge. She was the mystery no one could solve, the puzzle with a missing piece and the maze without a center.  But she loved the chase, the chase men would have in order to achieve her, it was like she was on the ride of a lifetime. A ride that her ego enjoyed every bit of. You must have heard the story about the big bad wolf, right? Well, imagine that wolf being more cynical, more planned, and much more desperate for affection but covered under the fairest, softest sheath of wool making it appear as a naive little sheep. After all, a wolf in a sheep’s clothing is not just a saying.

Now picture that wolf being a girl and the wool being her aura of innocence. Her pure essence that attracted the young and the old. That made any man look back twice. The girl who women wanted their men to stay away from. The girl who will make a faithful man slip in a glimpse. That was exactly the kind of drug Tanya was addicted to, the high that got her off was the hunger in those eyes men looked at her with and the jealousy that radiated from their apparent partners. It was like a challenge that was just waiting for her to take that leap. Afterall seeing a man fall completely and selflessly for you on a single command is exhilarating or so she thought.  

She always had found men older to her more attractive the more committed they are to their wife and children the more she went curious. She had been labelled a homewrecker by many but when the doors shut and lights dimmed, the ecstasy she felt with them, made her not give a single shit about those labels. What she didn’t know was the man to next enter her life was someone who will turn all possible tables in her life.

It was the day she was invited to a baby shower of her best-friend Erica, who decided to get knocked up at nineteen. Everyone was exchanging gifts and apparently Erica’s father was late to the party. It was expected because these guys were loaded in every sense and Mr. Kline De Bruin was known to be a busy man. It was not until very late Tanya heard the bell ring and went to open the door as everyone else was busy. The person that stood in front of her made her clasp her thighs shut and palms sweaty. She would have never imagined that her best friend’s father was a man sculpted by the gods themselves.

He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. His tall frame hovered over her in a strict stance. His eyes were dark enough to see your own reflection in, his salt and pepper beard trimmed to perfection. His shirt sleeves rolled enough to show the pure alpha blood running through those veiny arms. His tie was knocked loose as if tempting you to tug on it to pull him close. His lower lip tugged slightly between his pearly whites. A view that could make any sane girl submit right then and there. Let’s not even start on how firm and toned his thighs looked in those dark ink pants. Something she knew she would enjoy sitting on. His voice was deep and husky, she could not help but wonder what he sounds like in bed. She gathered her senses and let him in and he passed by with a simple smile unbeknownst to the effect he just had on her.

Right after he joined in, everyone had planned a little dance floor for people to let loose. Tanya knew this was her chance. She thanked her guardian angel for the fact that she was wearing a luxurious red gown with a thigh-high split to show her perfectly sculpted body and had her lips match the red aura. She put up the brightest fakest smile she could and danced her way around her friends as the lights dimmed. Right when she was in the middle of a turn, she noticed a pair of eyes fixated on her. She turned around to see none other than Kline drinking in every inch of her body, captivated by her youth and confidence. He was definitely not paying attention to what his wife had to say. They maintained their eye-contact while she moved her hands slowly from her hair to her ears to her neckline which was deep enough leaving nothing for imagination. His eyes followed her each move and went back to her eyes. That’s when she knew the fire had slowly been ignited and now all she had to do… was burn it brighter.

<< To be continued >>

– Penned by : DesiG

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All names, characters, locations, and events mentioned in this blog are entirely fictional or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real places or incidents is purely coincidental. The content is intended for storytelling and creative expression only, and should not be interpreted as factual representation.