Chapter Eight: Sour Taste Of Revenge
Ella’s POV
Standing outside the Kader Hotel, I felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me—anger, excitement, and something else I couldn’t quite name. The cool night air nipped at my skin, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the plan I had set in motion.
It had all started with a single, impulsive text to Keith for the “first time in weeks”. After our radio silence, I reached out, unable to resist the pull of this dangerous game I was playing. His response was immediate, almost as if he had been waiting for me.
Keith: Hey babe.. I was just thinking of you, how much I miss you and how I would give anything to have you naked on my bed now.
Ella: Shut it Keith. I know the dirty game you are playing. Count me out, besides how would your girlfriend take it when she finds out you want me naked on your bed?”
Keith: Common Ella, I already told you I am single. And I can’t wait to taste those sumptuous lips of yours, sucking you while you moan my name…”
Ella: Enough Keith. It was a mistake reaching out to you.
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Keith: Sure!
ldn’t it be thrilling to make you scream out my name neto D Ces room? Guess what? My house is close to the Dorian hotel and my room number is 606, don’t keep me waiting babe.
Keith’s words sent a tingling sensation between my legs, but the persistent voice in my head judging my actions reminded me that I did not have to stoop so low and act like Dorian. That I can be a better person and get entangled in what Keith was spinning.
But then again, Dorian cheated on me and he deserved to be treated just the way he treated me.
The suggestion hit me harder than I expected. The idea of getting even with Dorian in such a bold way was tempting, almost irresistible. But it wasn’t just about revenge–it was about reclaiming some part of myself that had been lost in the mess of our relationship. Keith was a means to an end, a way to feel something again, even if it was fleeting.
When I arrived at the reception, my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure everyone in the lobby could hear it. I had expected to feel nervous, maybe even guilty, but sadly, nothing.
Keith was waiting for me downstairs, just as he’d promised. The moment I saw him, I was struck by how much more confident he seemed. He’d always been attractive, but tonight there was something different about him–something more, more assured. He was dressed casually, in a thin shirt with the collar open, revealing a hint of his well–built chest. The suit pants he wore clung to his legs in all the right ways, and I couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight of him.
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“Hey,” Keith
voice low and warm. “I was worried you might
get lost again, so i came down early to wait for you.”
I smiled, though my nerves were getting the best of me. “I’m not that helpless,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
He grinned, that boyish charm of his on full display. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.”
We walked together to his room, my mind racing the entire time. Room 606. That’s where he was staying, and right next door in 604 was Dorian. I could hardly believe the coincidence, or maybe it was fate, leading me to this exact moment. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the door, my thoughts split between the man I was about to walk away from and the one waiting just a few steps away.
For a brief second, I considered knocking on Dorian’s door, catching him red–handed like I’d planned. But the urge to escape into something, anything, that would make me forget the pain and betrayal overpowered me. I followed Keith into his room, closing the door softly behind me, leaving Dorian and all my hateful emotions outside.
No sooner had we stepped inside than there was a knock at the door. My heart leapt into my throat, but Keith didn’t seem surprised. He opened it, and there stood a woman–a stunning, dressed to kill, with a sly smile playing on her lips.
“Hey, Keith,” she purred, her eyes flicking to me briefly. “You want to add a little excitement to your night?”
Ifrore, every muscle in my body tensing. Was this what Keith had planned? Had he arranged for this woman to be here, ready to jump into bed with us? My stomach churned at the thought, and I felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up my neck
Keith, sensing my discomfort, shook his head firmly “Vera, Stop kidding,” he said, his tone polite but dismissive. “Not tonight.”
The woman smirked and shrugged it off and left without another word. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her. I turned to Keith.
“Were you planning to…with her?” I asked, unable to keep the accusation out of my voice.
Keith seemed genuinely taken aback by my question. “No, of course not. She just showed up—I wasn’t expecting her.”
“Right.” I said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. “She just showed up at your door by coincidence?”
Keith stepped closer, his expression softening. “Ella. I’m here because of you. I don’t care about anyone else right now. Whatever’s happening with Dorian—that’s his problem. I’m just glad you’re here with me.”
His words were smooth, too smooth, and I was too emotionally drained to argue. I didn’t come here for Keith’s explanations. I came to hurt Dorian the way he’d hurt me, and nothing else mattered.
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“Keith,” I said, changing the subject before he could sweet–talk me any further, “how long have Dorian and Jessica been together?”
He frowned slightly, clearly not expecting the question. “I’m not sure. Dorian’s not exactly forthcoming about that stuff.”
His answer surprised me. I had assumed he knew everything about Dorian’s affairs–they were best friends, after all. But now it seemed that there was a lot Keith didn’t know, or wasn’t willing to admit. I
couldn’t understand it.
I didn’t press the issue, though. Keith clearly wasn’t interested in talking about Dorian, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to dig any deeper. He leaned in closer, his gaze locking onto mine with a heat that made my pulse quicken.
“Enough about them,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “I only want to talk about us.”
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My breath caught as his eyes traveled to the moon tattoo on my neck. “That tattoo,” he whispered, reaching out to gently trace it with his finger, “it’s beautiful. It suits you.”
I felt a strange warmth flood my cheeks at his compliment. I wasn’t used to this side of Keith–the tender way he was looking at me. It threw me off balance, made me feel things I wasn’t sure I was ready to
feel.
Keith’s voice dropped even lower as he continued, “After the last time
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we were together, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I slept for hours, deeper than I’ve ever slept before. If I’d known you were going to leave so early, I wouldn’t have stopped. We could’ve gone all night.”
His words were thick with meaning, each one laced with seduction. I didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know what I wanted from this moment or from him. All I knew was that I was here, with Keith, and Dorian was just a room away.
Before I could gather my thoughts, my phone buzzed loudly in my pocket, breaking the spell. I jumped, startled by the sudden noise, and quickly pulled it out to see who was calling.
It was Dorian.
Chapter Nine
