"You're breaking up with me?"
I stared at her.
Beautiful, sexy, everything I've ever desired in a woman.
That was Alexandra.
She nodded, clearly eager for the conversation to be over with.
We were in my apartment, sitting on my couch. She had come by to drop off some stuff that I had left at her place, and to drop this bomb on me.
"Why?" I asked, shocked.
She seemed edgy.
Immediately, I became suspicious.
She'd been hanging with this guy from work, Marcus, which really didn't bug me. I could clearly see us growing old together eventually and now she was throwing my plans awry.
She tossed back her black hair, which was a vanity of hers.
And then I saw it.
The slight, purple hickey.
I felt my anger immediately, swelling up my neck like an actual line of mercury like a thermometer.
She sensed this change in me instantly, pushing back into the couch instinctively.
"Robert," she began.
But I was through with her talking. I had other things she could be doing with that perfect mouth of hers.
I sprang at her, shoving my body on top of hers, using my legs to pin her thighs together while my hands forced her head back so I could inspect her neck clearly.
She whimpered, which set something off in my mind.
I'd never heard her whimper before, not even in bed, which I've been pretty gentle with her.
Until now.
"Explain." I said coldly, inwardly shocked at my hard on.
"Please.." she began.
I shoved three fingers into her mouth and watched her eyes well up with tears.
I used my other hand to grope her tits, luscious and heavy through her t shirt.
No bra.
"Fucking bitch." I muttered.
Her hands fluttered around my forearms, weak and helpless.
I was straddling her thighs awkwardly and suddenly jerked her up, pushing her onto her back.
