Pandora Complex
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
940
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch.1
The bus brakes squealed to a stop as I arrived in front of my apartment building. I stepped off and walked through the glass doors and into the gorgeous lobby. The rich, red color of furniture; the shining white marble, to the high ceilings. 'Home sweet home!'
I moved inside the large elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, which would have been the thirteenth floor but there was that whole ridiculous superstition. Honestly, all that mumbo jumbo was enough to make me laugh; loudly. Demons? Death as a persona? Spirits? Pfft, please, spare me.
As the elevator dinged I stepped out onto my floor and turned the key in the lock of the wooden door and walked into the entrance hall of my apartment, room 413. First thing I did when I stepped in was take off my heels. I love shoes, and I can practically sprint in four inch stilettos, but my feet needed a breather. I looked around for my husband and didn’t see him so I assumed he was in the bedroom.
‘Sigh. I love that man so much. How did a girl like me get so lucky?’ The bubbly lovestruck thoughts flowed through my head as I opened the door to see my gorgeous hubby.
In bed with another fucking woman.
I stood at the door to our room, gaping at the scene before me.
At least my husband had the courtesy to stop humping the woman like a dog in heat whenever I stepped into the room.
He looked straight at me and had the damn audacity to say, “Uh…Dora, babe, I can explain.”
An old saying flitted through my head before everything seemed to go black, ‘Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.’
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Phantomkizz: As you can tell, I enjoy irony. lolz
Edit: Ellery Mikal: Thank you for your critique! ^.^ I do indeed have a horrible habit of rushing. ^^' I tried to elaborate a bit more.
I moved inside the large elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, which would have been the thirteenth floor but there was that whole ridiculous superstition. Honestly, all that mumbo jumbo was enough to make me laugh; loudly. Demons? Death as a persona? Spirits? Pfft, please, spare me.
As the elevator dinged I stepped out onto my floor and turned the key in the lock of the wooden door and walked into the entrance hall of my apartment, room 413. First thing I did when I stepped in was take off my heels. I love shoes, and I can practically sprint in four inch stilettos, but my feet needed a breather. I looked around for my husband and didn’t see him so I assumed he was in the bedroom.
‘Sigh. I love that man so much. How did a girl like me get so lucky?’ The bubbly lovestruck thoughts flowed through my head as I opened the door to see my gorgeous hubby.
In bed with another fucking woman.
I stood at the door to our room, gaping at the scene before me.
At least my husband had the courtesy to stop humping the woman like a dog in heat whenever I stepped into the room.
He looked straight at me and had the damn audacity to say, “Uh…Dora, babe, I can explain.”
An old saying flitted through my head before everything seemed to go black, ‘Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.’
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Phantomkizz: As you can tell, I enjoy irony. lolz
Edit: Ellery Mikal: Thank you for your critique! ^.^ I do indeed have a horrible habit of rushing. ^^' I tried to elaborate a bit more.