Dominate Me

Disbelief. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal

These were all the feelings running through me as one of my so called best friends sat on my couch, crying, as she told me what she knew.

My fiancé was cheating on me….with my sister.

“How long has this been going on?” I seethed.

She looked up from her clasped hands and stared at me with tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t contain myself and rolled my eyes at her tears. She had no right to be crying right now.
“She only told us about it six months ago. At that point she said she had been sleeping with him for three months.”

My heart stopped. Nine months. Colby had been cheating on me for nine months. My sister had been lying to my face for nine months, most of those were spent planning my wedding.
I glared at the crying girl on my couch. “You’ve kept this a secret from me for six months? I thought you were my best friend, Alex! I can’t believe you waited until now to tell me this. You’ve know for six fucking months. We were supposed to leave for Vegas tomorrow. Fuck, I was supposed to be getting married in one month. Why didn’t you tell me?” I was pissed. Clearly anger was the emotion that won out in this moment as I yelled at the unsuspecting girl.

“Heather swore us to secrecy!”

“Fuck secrecy and fuck Heather! You know how she is, this shouldn’t have been a surprise. I’m sure as hell not surprised, but what I am surprised at is the fact that you kept this from me. After everything we’ve been through together.” I felt tears burning my eyes as my anger quickly gave way to hurt and sadness. This girl was one of my best friends. We had been nearly inseperable since the day we met in middle school when she moved to town. Now looking at the girl before me, all I saw was an enemy that stabbed me in the back.

“I’m sorry, Isa. I really am, but I couldn’t let you marry him with Heather by your side when I knew what I did. I was looking out for you.” She hiccuped, her eyes begging for forgiveness.

I shook my head. “You need to leave, Alex. I need to think about a lot of shit.” I sighed, sinking down to the couch.

With a curt nod, Alex got up and walked to the door, still sniffling. “You should still go to Vegas.” She whispered before walking out the door.

The second the door closed, the dam broke and the tears spilled over. I thought about everything Colby and I have been through in just the last year alone and wanted to scream. Getting pregnant and losing the baby, job relocations, threat of losing the apartment only because Colby’s parents refused to give him his trust fund money until we were married and he was too spineless to get it from them before that happened. But like any couple, with our bad moments we had the good ones and those tended to outweight the bad ones. The more I thought about things though, I realized how blind I had become to all the bad. To the late nights and missed calls. The random presents, like the puppy curled up at my feet, the elaborate date nights that I clearly took for granted.

How could I have been so blind? I wiped away the tears and looked around the liviging room. A place that I thought was my home, but now I felt like a stranger.

After a few more minutes of a pity party, I got off the couch and made my way to the bedroom that I had shared with Colby for the last six years. I pulled my half packed suitcase off the floor and threw it on the bed. I went to my closet and began pulling things off the hangers to finish filling the bag. I especially made sure to pack my good lingerie and the sexiest dresses I owned. I was going to go to Vegas and I was going to have a great time trying to forget this clusterfuck my life just became.

Later that evening, I decided against staying in the loft and booked a hotel near the airport and waited for Colby to get home. I ran through every scenario that could happen once he got home and what I would say to him. The thing was, I didn’t know what I wanted to say to him. All I knew was that I was pissed and heartbroken. The second he was through the door though, the anger was back tenfold. I took one look at his hollier than thou personality and rolled my eyes. What did I ever see in him? I knew that it was expected for the two of us to get together since our dads worked at the same law firm and ran in the same social circles, but the trust fund babies have never been a turn on to me. So now here I was, staring at my soon to be ex-fiancé wondering what I ever saw in him and how I could possibly marry him. I had plans on being civil about everything, but the anger took over and I chucked my engagement ring at him.

“What the hell Isa?” He yelled, dropping the mail on the floor and turning to look at me.

“You lying, cheating sack of shit.” I seethed. “How fucking dare you?”

“What on god’s name are you talking about?” He asked, picking up my ring and placing it on the table. “Why did you just throw your ring at me?”

“I don’t know, Colby. Maybe you should go ask Heather!”

His head whipped in my direction and I could see the panic in his eyes. He knew he was caught. “Wh-why would I ask your sister?” He took a step towards me, trepidation replacing the panic. “What’s gotten into you, Isabella?”

“Like you don’t know.” I scoffed. “Stop fucking lying, you’ve been outed. I know you’ve been fucking my sister behind my back. I’m livid that it took my so called friends to wait until now to tell me. Thankfully, they told me before I walked down the aisle to you. I’m done. I’m not fighting about this. I don’t want to know anything. I’m done.” I crossed my arms. “I’m going to Vegas for a week. When I get back we will discuss assets.”

With that I walked into the bedroom and grabbed my purse, suitcase, and backpack and walked out of the loft without even a second glance at Colby. I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t fight me, he rarely did. That was one of the few things about him that drove me nuts, he rarely fought with me when I was upset. To some, that would sound like heaven, but to me it was annoying. I wanted him to get mad at me and yell. I knew what buttons to push to set him off, but he usually just sat there and took it. He never raised his voice at me when he was mad, he just talked at me like a disappointed parent. It honestly got on my nerves and made me even angrier than I had been in the beginning.

I threw my stuff into the back of my car and got in, cranking up the music. The entire drive to the hotel, I wondered how I let my life get like this. How did I became the oblivious girl when it came to my fiancé. Where did everything go wrong in our relationship? I thought about driving to my parents’ house but I didn’t want to possibly run into Heather and have to murder her on the spot. I sighed and leaned my head on my arm as I drove, I was going to have to break it to everyone that the wedding was off.

That was going to be fun.


Once I was checked into the hotel, I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen once I got back from Vegas, but for now I was going to take a bath and try and forget everything that went down today.

Notes

Surprise! Happy birthday VioletShade!

This story is still in the works, but I have a few chapters pre-written.

Just another warning, this story is going to have BDSM themes.

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