As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover's husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be swooning over. But judging by his blank stare, which caused Joseph to freeze himself in newfound dread, he wasn't in the mood for a friendly visit.
Damian's baritone voice emitted an alluring presence in Joseph's ears. "I know about you and my wife."
Joseph, a twenty-year-old white man, didn't know what to do. He breathed through his nose before asking, "How...how did you find out?"
Damian took one slow step forward. "I saw the two of you at Staples Center watching the Lakers game. I saw everything, including the way the two of you fondled each other all evening."
"I can explain everything."
Damian narrowed his eyes. "You don't have to do that. Let me in."
Joseph took deeper breaths. "I don't think I should."
"I won't hurt you. Trust me."
"Why should I?"
"I've already accepted that my wife has been cheating on me for weeks. She's nothing to me now."
"So what does that make me?"
"Let me in and we'll talk. I promise I won't hurt you."
Joseph shook his head. "I can't do that."
He was about to slam the door on Damian's face when the visitor pushed away the swinging door and led himself in the apartment without permission. He slammed the door shut right away.
Joseph didn't know what to do. He was trapped in his own home. He leaned against the couch while keeping his steady gaze at Damian, who looked around as if observing to adapt to a new environment.
"I can only assume that this is where you like to fuck her."
Joseph started to shiver. He just had to tell the truth. "It happened twice...maybe three times."
Damian's blank stare didn't change. "She liked it, didn't she?"
"Yes, she did."
Damian took a few more steps forward before being just a few inches away from Joseph, who was a few inches shorter than him. "Like I said, she's nothing to me now. But you still have something to do with this, and that's a problem."
Joseph could smell the masculine tendencies which instigated off of Damian's body and clothes. "To tell you the truth, I'm nervous right now. I don't know what from me."
"I just want payback."
"What are you gonna do?"
Damian eyed him from top to bottom. "You do look handsome. No wonder my wife has already taken a liking to you."
"Uh...thanks."
Damian stepped back. "Take off your shirt."
Mild confusion interfered with Joseph's critical thinking skills. He hesitated when asking, "Why should I do that?"
"Because I say so. Now do it. And do it slowly."
To avoid any missteps regarding life endangerment, Joseph took off his t-shirt in an unhurried manner. He threw it on the couch and murmured, "Well, I did it. Now what?"
Damian had his eyes on the young man's hairless abs, but a change in expression didn't take effect just yet. "Now take off your jeans."