Karl casually walked through the museum and looked at the paintings. He stopped at a simple painting of yellow bell peppers. There was nothing that really stood out about it but something made him stop. It looked familiar somehow.
"Hello, Karl," a voice said.
He froze inside and slowly turned his head to look at his ex girlfriend Tanika. She still looked good with her short, bleached blonde hair and her dark blue eyes.
"Tanika," he nodded.
"Did you come here to see my work?" She asked.
She pointed at the painting and he looked at it again.
"I thought it looked familiar. I recognized your style," he said.
"How sweet," she said.
"I didn't come here for you. I didn't even know you had a painting here," he said.
"Are you trying to hurt my feelings for the past?" She asked.
"I'm just being honest," he said.
She stepped closer and blew her breath in his ear. He shivered but didn't move away.
"I can be honest too," she said. "I bet the people here would love to hear all about how the great wrestler Karl Anderson likes to fuck."
"Start talking and I'll walk away. You'll only embarrass yourself," he said.
"Really?" She chuckled. "Care to follow me?"
"Where to?" He asked.
"Just fucking follow me!" she commanded.
He knew that tone in her voice. She hadn't changed one bit. This was the reason he finally ended up leaving her but also the reason he stayed for that long. He feared her and loved her at the same time. It hadn't been easy being with her or walking away. He had made it out, and now she was right back in front of him.
"Come on," she said.
She started walking and he followed behind like a puppy. He hated she still had that effect on him. She walked out in the lobby and crossed it to get to the toilet. She opened the door, looked around, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him inside. She slammed the door, locked it, and leaned up against it while giving him that look he also knew all too well.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.
"You know," she smirked.
She walked over to him and ran her hand over his crotch. He hated that his dick woke up instantly.
"I don't want you anymore," he said.
"Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "Your dick says otherwise."
"I can't control it. It's natural. You know that," he said.
"Are you gonna go into how women also get wet when they're raped?" She asked.
He wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her. She always blamed everyone for what happened to them. There was nothing kind about her.
"Fuck you!" He growled.
She unzipped his pants and stuck her hand inside. She grabbed his dick, and he grabbed her wrist.
"Karl!" She chuckled. "Did you finally grow a backbone?"
He didn't say anything. He just kept squeezing her wrist and looking at her.
"Go on. Say the word," she challenged him. "You can't say it, can you? Tell me no, Karl. Tell me to stop."
"Tanika," he said lowly.
"Say the word, Karl," she said.
"Fuck you," he whispered.
"I'm trying to but you need to let go of me first," she said.
He squeezed her wrist tighter but he didn't pull her hand up from his pants or tell her no. His brain was battling against himself and her at the same time.
"I know you want me, Karl," she said.
"I..." He started.
"You want me bad," she said. "You can have me any way you want right now. Wanna slam that fat cock up my ass? Go right ahead. I'll even take it without any prepping or lube. Is that what you want, Karl? To get your anger out on me for everything I did to you? Come on, Karl. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, big boy. Show me how angry you are."
He let his anger take over and gave her what she wanted. He pulled her hand up from his pants, spun her around, and pushed her down on her knees in front of the toilet. He pulled her skirt and thong down her thighs, pulled his dick up, spat in his hand to get some sort of lube on his dick, and then roughly forced himself inside her ass.
"Karl!" She moaned. "That's it, big boy. You still remember how I like it."
He fucked her as fast as he could. He was angry and needed it out of his system. He could feel her move closer towards the edge, and he came before she got there. He pulled out of her as fast as he had entered, stood up, and tucked his dick away. She turned around and looked at him confused just as he zipped his pants.
"Seriously?" She asked.
He didn't answer that. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. She stood up fast and pulled her clothes back up. He opened the door and was happy to see no one was in the lobby to catch them.
"What about me?" She asked.
"What about you?" He gave her a cold look. "You already fucked me over so many times. I have nothing left to give."