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As soon as I got inside the bathroom, I locked it shut. Tears began to stream down from my eyes. I felt torn between guilt and jealousy. Stella was getting married to Nicolas.

After our passionate night together, Nicolas called it off as a huge mistake which hurt me deeply and had me running and relocating to another state.

And after all this time, he was back with Stella. They still found their way to each other despite what happened between us.

I was still yet to get over that passionate night we shared. I replay it every time in my head, most times when I am making love with Chris. I still had feelings for Nicolas. I still wanted him so badly like nothing had changed.

Tears kept streaming down my cheeks, blurring the reflection and staring back at me in the mirror. Why couldn't he choose me?

“Babe...is everything alright?"

I heard my boyfriend call out to me.

“I'm good. Just getting ready for bed". I lied.

“Okay". He replied, and then I listened for his departing footsteps.

Once I heard him leave, I wiped away the tears from my eyes, took a deep breath, and composed myself. Leaving the bathroom, I rejoined Chris in the bedroom, putting on a facade of normalcy while internally battling the turmoil.

Closing my eyes, I tried to collect myself, to push away the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. But every touch, every whispered word between Nicolas and me resurfaced vividly, haunting my thoughts. It was as if knowing he was about to tie the knot with another woman, rekindled the ferocious feelings I had for him.

The night passed in a haze, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I struggled to be present with Chris, feeling guilt-ridden for not being able to give him all of me, for still being tangled in the remnants of a past I couldn't shake off.

“Melissa...” He moans softly.

“Please”. I begged as I tightened my hold on him. My arms and legs locked around him, even the moist grip of my sex rippling around him. He surged into me, drowning in my liquid heat and filling me up with his hot member. He kissed me gently on the lips, thrusting slowly and deeply.

My hips lifted, meeting him, urging him on. “Faster,” I whispered, my nails pushing into his skin.

He gave, just as I wanted, pulling back and pistoning forward in short, rapid thrusts. I moaned and he changed the angle, rolling upward to stroke my clit with each thrust. My whole body jerked, my gasp exactly what he was hoping for, and then I was meeting him again, demanding more.

Levering upward, he pried my legs from around him and slipped his hands beneath my thighs. Filling his palms with my buttocks, he held me open for the deepest stroke he could give. I curled my fists in the sheets on the downstroke, his shaft almost out of me before he thrust it down to the hilt.

I cried out, not in pain, but in pure pleasure.

I clamped my muscles around him tighter, my toes straining for the surface of the mattress to help him keep me up. But he didn’t want that. Lifting me just that little bit higher, he did it again, losing a groan of his own with the wet kiss of our bodies meeting.

Again and again, he filled me, watching my body arch as the thrusts became relentless. Pounding. But he couldn’t stop, not until he knew for sure I was mindless with the pleasure. Until I was sated and limp and not only unable to leave him but also unwilling to leave.

“That was incredible". I heard him whisper after several minutes.

I opened my eyes looked at him, and let out a disappointing sigh when I saw Chris instead. I have done it again. I had just replayed Nicolas's passionate night while having sex with Chris.

Quickly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, my hiding place.

As soon as I locked the door, I started sobbing uncontrollably. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees close to my chest. How did everything turn out this way? Why did Nicolas and Stella find their way back to each other? Why didn't he come for me? And why was I still so hung up on Nicolas, despite everything that happened?

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized that my relationship with Chris was built on a lie. I had never truly gotten over Nicolas, and I had been using Chris as a distraction.

It wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to me. I would have to end things with Chris, and it is going to be one of the hardest things I have ever done. But it was the right thing to do.

As I wiped away my tears, I heard a soft knock on the door. "Is everything okay?" Chris asked, his voice full of concern.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Yes, everything's fine", I said in a shaky voice. "I'll be out in a minute".

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "You don't sound like yourself".

I swallowed hard and took another deep breath. "I'm fine, I promise. I just need a minute".

There was a long pause, and then I heard him walk away. I let out a sigh of relief, and then I sank back onto the floor.

As I sat there, I felt the tears welling up again. I was a mess, and I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was stuck in a web of lies, and I didn't know how to get out. I had to tell Chris the truth, but I was terrified of what would happen if I did. I knew that it would be the end of our relationship, and I wasn't sure if I could handle that. But I also knew that it wasn't fair to him.

There was no need to make hasty decisions. I said to myself as I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes. I will give the whole situation a deep thought while away on my trip.