Short Story Challenge: Double-Cross Episode 1

I wasn’t going to do one, but I’m wide awake at 5 a.m., so here’s my #shortstorychallenge Double-Cross © J.L. Sapphire 2016



Reese frowned as she read the text message her boyfriend, Desmond sent her: Don’t wait up..I’m working late.

“Working late my ass,” Reese mumbled to herself.

The last time Desmond “worked late” he’d come home smelling like Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday perfume; the time before that, with a hickey on his neck that she hadn’t given him; and the time before that, with pink lipstick on the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Reese wondered who he was out cheating on her with this time. She reached for the wine glass on the nightstand and took a long sip. She was tired of Desmond playing her for a fool, but she had a trick for his ass. She scrolled through the contacts in her phone until she found the number she was looking for, then she dialed it via video chat. “Hey, whatcha doing?”

“Watching tv, what about you?”

“I’m home alone, bored… again.”

“He must be “working late” again?”

Andre was Reese’s coworker, a*k*a* her work boyfriend. He bought her lunch, was a listening ear whenever she needed to vent about Desmond’s cheating ways, he wiped her tears and told her she was beautiful… all the things Desmond had stopped doing six months ago. It was only natural that Andre and Reese’s interactions turned flirtatious over time, but Reese tried her best to never cross that line because she really loved Desmond. At first. She and Andre talked to each other for well over an hour.

“So, won’t you let me come over and cuddle with you,” Andre said.

“You know what happened the last time we cuddled…”

Andre laughed, “I promise I’ll be good this time.”

“Okay, you can come over.”

Andre arrived in less than fifteen minutes. Reese greeted him at the door wearing a red thong and a baby T-shirt. Andre’s nature rose immediately, which Reese noticed.

“Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

And show her, he did. Reese wrapped her legs around Andre’s waist when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She didn’t have to tell him where the room was, he’d been there before. He playfully tossed Reese on the bed and she licked her lips as she watched him take off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, muscular chest. She crawled over to the edge of the bed and traced the tattoo on his chest with her tongue as she unbuckled his jeans. Reese and Andre’s hands, tongues, and mouth’s explored every inch of each other’s bodies for the next hour.

Reese clinched the sheets in her fists and yelled Andre’s name out so loud when his head dipped between her thighs, you would have thought he was killing her. And unlike Desmond, instead of getting dressed and walking out the door, after they’d both reached multiple orgasms, Andre spooned her in his arms and held her until she fell asleep. He always left before her boyfriend came home, which usually wasn’t until the next day.


Reese stirred in her sleep. She’d been so tired after her and Andre’s lovemaking, she’d fallen asleep quickly after it was over. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 6:00 in the morning. She heard Desmond snoring lightly beside her. She wondered when he had crept into the bed? She was about to go back to sleep when she noticed a dark shadow at the foot of the bed. Unless she was dreaming, the shadow was a person…a person who looked like Desmond, and he was holding a gun. But, that couldn’t be..Desmond was lying beside her. She looked at the man lying next to her and her eyes bulged when she realized it was Andre, not Desmond lying next to her.

Oh shit…she’d been caught.



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