Dan doesn't appreciate Alex any longer, and Alex just does not appreciate
Dan's infidelity. When cunning and creativity combine in a woman scorned,
revenge turns criminally delicious. Who's really the guilty party in this
twisted tale of torment?
F/M, NON-CONSENT, EXPLICIT ADULT FICTION
Alex bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen
just in time to see the final seconds tick off the oven's timer. Hair and
make-up were complete, but she still wore her favorite satin bathrobe. She'd get
dressed as soon as the dessert was ready rather than risk a spill on her new
outfit. Whistling, she donned the oven mitts and extracted the Bundt pan,
carefully lowering it into a shallow bowl of cold water. It hissed momentarily
as the change in temperature halted the baking process, and Alex jerked her head
to the side to avoid the rising steam.
"It's astounding. Time is fleeting," she sang, marveling at how quickly
she'd adapted to domestic bliss. With a nice split-foyer on a cul-de-sac in the
'burbs, her life had taken the June Cleaver fork in the road. To a certain
extent, anyway. Alex was fairly certain that June didn't get freaky with Ward at
every opportunity. When Ward helped with the dishes, it didn't result in oral
sex on the butcher block kitchen island.
Dan would be home in about an hour, and she still had much to do. Determined to
make their first anniversary celebration extra special, Alex threw herself into
the preparations. She couldn't wait to surprise him.
He pulled into the driveway just as she again descended the stairs, dressed to
the nines and ready for the evening ahead. Using the cake knife as a mirror, she
checked her lipstick before leaning against the counter and striking a
His eyes never left her as he approached. When he got within arm's length, he
swallowed hard. Alex could see the pulse in his neck. She could hear his breath
as it whistled past his parted lips, and she lifted her arm to lay a hand
against his cheek.
He grabbed her wrist before she could touch his face and pulled her body against
his, growling into her neck. "You look good enough to eat, 'Lex!"