Nichelle had found an unexpected ally in Murphy. Murphy had confessed to her that he only pretended to be Seth's friend because they had to work together. On a personal note, Murphy couldn't stand Seth. Especially not when he witnessed how Seth was treating both Nichelle and Becky. Nothing was right about this.
Nichelle took her own blame in this whole thing as well. She knew Becky. They had never been friends but she knew her. They worked together. She was just as much to blame as Seth was for the affair. She needed to stop it. Murphy had listened and offered different advice. Together they had come up with a plan. It was gonna hurt everyone involved but it needed to be done.
There was a knock on her door. She knew Seth was on the other side, waiting to get his secret fix. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before walking over to open. He stood there with that smirk on his face that she had grown so accustomed to. He stepped inside, closed the door and kissed her.
"You're wearing too much clothes," he said.
"Wow, jumping right in without greeting me first?" She shook her head.
"Hi, babe," he grinned. "You're wearing too much clothes."
He reached under her top. His fingers slid across her skin, sending shivers through her entire body. Once again he set her on fire with his touch alone. There was a time she loved feeling like this. Now she straight up hated it. She hated everything he did to her. She hated anything remotely related to Seth Rollins. And she hated herself for ever submitting to him and allowing him to get his way again and again.
She pushed him away but only so she could get out of her clothes fast. She needed this to be over with. One last time. He didn't know it would be their final time together. If she told him, he would fight her on it. He would prolong it and put her through sweet torture until she promised not to leave him. Unlike his promises, she always kept hers.
"Someone's eager," he chuckled. "Don't worry, babe, I got just what you need."
He grabbed his crotch to get his point across. She turned around to roll her eyes without him seeing it. She needed to play her usual part. It wasn't hard to do. He still made her burn with passion like no other man had. She pushed her panties down and positioned herself on all four on the bed.
"Just fuck me already," he said.
"Will do, babe. Will do," he said.
He moved up behind her and ran his fingers up her folds. She let out a small moan from that little touch alone. She knew she was already wet. Knowing what he could do to her was all it would take. Without warning he slammed inside her as hard as he could. He pulled back and repeated his thrust, again and again, making her break down and bury her face in the pillow to stop herself from screaming loud enough to wake up the neighbors.
"Fuck, I love this pussy," he said. "Tell me you love my dick. Tell me you love me."
"I love your dick," she panted.
"And me!" He spanked her once. "Tell me you love me!"
"I love you, Seth," she cried.
Her real tears blending in with the ones he took from her as he made her cum like crazy. It wasn't a lie. She did love him. He said he loved her too. In his weird world that might be part true, but she knew he didn't love her the way she loved him. He never could. That kind of love was preserved for Becky. Why loving Becky wasn't enough for him, Nichelle would never know. She just knew she couldn't go on like this anymore. No more sharing him, no more excuses, no more lies, no more empty promises.
"Fuck!" He prolonged the word. "No one can make me cum like you."
"What about Becky?" She asked.
"Don't bring her name into bed with us," he chuckled.
It was like it was all a joke to him. Maybe it was. Maybe he had done this too long to lose sense of the seriousness of it all. He pulled out of her and yanked her up against his chest. He grabbed her head and forced it to the side so he could kiss her. He got out of bed and started getting dressed. That was it. This was all they had. Hot, burning sex and nothing else.
"Are you ever gonna leave her for me?" She asked.
"Soon," he said.
"I didn't ask when. I asked if you're actually gonna do it," she said.
"What's with all the questions tonight?" He smirked. "You know I love you. It's you and me, babe. I promise."
She didn't believe him. She hadn't for a long time. He was gonna drag this out for as long as he could, cashing in on both sides. If he only knew what she knew, he would be angry. He would fight her on her plan. He would stop her. She kept quiet as she left the bed and put on her nightgown. Time to say goodnight. He leaned down and pecked her lips before moving to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
She didn't follow him to the door like she usually did. That was the one thing she did different that night and he didn't even notice, or he simply didn't care. The door had only been closed for a few seconds when someone knocked on it. She walked over to open and found Murphy.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
He pulled her in for a much needed hug.
"I did it though," she said.
"I know this can't be easy for you," he said.
"It's time to say goodbye," she said.