No Strings Attached - The Betrayal - Chapter 17 free porn video

I walk down the driveway to my car with Selena following behind me. Anxiety is already coursing through me, knowing that I will have to admit to Liam about what I'm about to do when I return. Guilt will prevent me from keeping it a secret. I would have told him that Louise had contacted me already if I knew he wouldn't stop me.

Casual sex isn't a problem to him, that part I'm sure about, and we are technically on a break, but he may physically try to prevent me from seeing her. He may see it as protecting me from making more mistakes.

I'm also nervous Selena will be wondering why I'm going out so early, and the drive will be awkward if she decides to ask, but I want to get her home. The last thing she needs to deal with is Liam when he notices that I've gone. I also do not trust William. There's something about him that I cannot put my finger on, and that makes me feel uneasy. I unlock my car door, but Selena reaches out and stops me from getting inside.

"You shouldn't be driving after last night," she glares, snatching my keys off me and putting them in her handbag.

In my urgency to get out of the house, I hadn't even considered whether I'm fit to drive. I feel okay, but it's not worth risking, especially when I combined so much. The last thing I need is to be reckless and injure or kill someone. Shocked by my idiocy, I just nod, check I've got cash in my wallet and get out my phone to dial a taxi.

"What's your address again?" I ask.

"Well, where are you going? I'll just hang out with you for the day?"

"Uhh, just into town, got shit to do," I respond, pulling my best poker face.

"At nine in the morning?"

"Yeah. Gonna get a bite to eat and do some stuff, you know?"

"I don't, but do you mind if I tag along? I want to spend more time with you," she responds, fluttering her eyelashes.

As I glance over her pleading face, I know I'm unable to lie to her about what I'm doing. I've ignored her the entire week, and I'm blowing her out again to deal with Louise on what is possibly my last weekend of freedom for some time. She deserves to know that I'm doing something that will likely end the arrangement with her. Reluctantly I agree, and I call for the taxi.

We arrive in the town centre forty minutes later and immediately head to a cafe nearby in a bid to become more human. I buy us both an English breakfast, and we walk to a table in the far corner to have a long-needed chat, but before I've even sat down, she frowns at me.

"Can we talk?" she asks, resting her head on her hand.

Ah fuck. Here it is. Upsetting her is harder than it is with Liam, and I struggle to argue with her voice of reason.

"Okay, sure. What did you want to talk about?" I ask nervously.

"Last night. You and William, and those other men. Why?"

"I already told you. Liam wanted to share me with his friends."

"But why did you do it?"

"I don't expect you to understand," I sigh.

"Matthew, if you think by sleeping around and taking drugs you'll put me off then no, you won't. I love you and purposely acting like an idiot to force me away won't change that."

"Actually Selena, I have zero regrets over my actions last night. What about you? Do you regret Noah or whatever his name is?"

"He gave me his number, but I don't know. He seems okay, but he isn't you. I doubt I'll call him."

"Thankfully for the world, there is only one of me," I laugh. "You should keep hold of his number for when I do end up annoying you too much."

"Why were you weird with Will this morning by the way?"

"There is nothing weird between Will and me... Why would you even think something like that?" I stammer at this sudden questioning.

"You seemed overprotective of me," she pries.

"I just don't want you involving yourself in Liam's friends," I admit.

"But, Will seems nice. He's friendly, and he introduced me to Noah. He's nothing like Liam if that's what you're worried about?"

"Selena, who do you think offered me the drugs? I also fucked him in the arse last night, and he isn't a switch. I suspect he's a deviant who does whatever he wants depending on what drugs he's taken. Claudia called him a coke-head, so I think it's good to be cautious around him," I respond, trailing off as I spot the waitress carrying our food over.

Two large plates of breakfast are placed before us laden with hot, delicious food, and quickly we tuck in, both of us ravenous despite our hangovers.

"Best hangover cure ever!" Selena says, beaming at me.

"Best 'I've done too many drugs' cure," I joke back.

"You're such an idiot," she says, shaking her head as she sips her tea.

"Yeah, I went into full slut mode. I'm at my worst like that. I guess you're embarrassed about being associated with me now?"

"Just a little," she replies, looking thoughtful. "You're not going shopping today, are you? Are you going to come clean about why you're sneaking out early?"

I want to choose my words carefully before I answer. It's a fairly big thing to drop on her about Louise, especially knowing the feelings she holds for me. I'm still supposed to be a boyfriend to Selena whilst our current arrangement stands, despite my best efforts to sabotage it to protect her. 

"I'm hoping to see my daughter today," I confess, unable to find it within me to lie.

Her intrigued face turns to horror as she realises what I mean by that, and I feel awful that I have to hurt her like this. I also need to tell Liam, and I feel within my heart that I'm cheating despite being on a break with him. 

"Oh my god! Are you fucking your ex?" she yells, attracting the attention of everyone else around us.

"I need to see Rebekah. I haven't seen her since before Christmas. Do you have any idea how that feels?" I try to explain.

"I guess I don't..." she says, burying her head in her hands. "She sounds fucking crazy to contact you for something like this, and you're moronic for going along with it."

"Actually, I'm not surprised by it. She's done it before, and I'm guessing she's no longer with Bradley, so she wants me back. I don't expect you to understand, but I'll do anything to spend time with my daughter."

"So you're just going to leave Liam?"

"I guess so. I'm really sorry, Selena, but my child comes first, always, and my feelings for others come second. I'm prepared to try to forgive her if she asks me because I desperately need Rebekah back in my life."

"Where are you taking her?" she sniffs.

"It's best you don't know that..."

I look at the time on my phone and see that it's already eleven-thirty. I need to wrap this up, even though I don't feel like I'm ready with how nervous I am. I quickly down the rest of my Americano and push my plate away, knowing I can't delay it any longer. I can't be late under any circumstance.

"Is it time, then? Are you okay?" she asks impassively, hiding the anger she had initially shown.

"Not really. I'm bricking it, to be honest. I don't even know if I'll be able to perform with the state I'm in," I sigh.

Outside, I hug her tightly to me, knowing there's a chance I may not be able to see her again. She's mad about what I'm doing, but she's still showing me warmth and kindness even when I don't deserve it. I'm going to miss her so much if I never get to talk to her after this. Removing a twenty from my wallet, I hand it to her and insist she takes it for a taxi back to her's instead of getting a train.

There's a small weight off my mind knowing that I only have to tell Liam now. Selena knows, and despite being disapproving, she doesn't hate me. I don't get it, but I don't seem to be able to do anything too wrong in her eyes. She's shocked, but she isn't berating me to the extent that Liam does.

Slowly, I walk around the corner and with fifteen more minutes to kill, I pop into the nearest shop for a bottle of water and some chewing gum. I then go into the bank to empty the majority of my savings.

I sit on the bench outside Waterstones, sipping from my bottle of water feeling nauseous, and switch off my phone. It's only a matter of time until Liam realises I'm missing and I'm not risking the interruption. I haven't even committed the betrayal yet. Still, I feel guilty that I'm planning to leave him if it ensures my access to see Rebekah. If he calls, I may struggle to go through with it.

"Matthew," a voice purrs behind me.

I turn around and see Louise, wearing navy skinny-jeans, and a long-sleeved blue and white striped jersey top. Her brown hair is curled like she usually has it, and apart from some mascara and eyeliner, she isn't wearing a great deal of makeup. Her look hasn't changed at all, and it feels almost dream-like to see her before me.

"Louise," I respond, getting to my feet.

"I half expected you to chicken out," she grins.

"I never chicken out of anything."

"Good, well, we'll take my car. I hate the way you drive."

I follow her back to the car park, not admitting that I didn't drive and when we reach her car, I take a good look at her number plate before I get in the passenger seat. It's a grey, respectable, family-friendly Honda Civic and I see a car seat strapped in at the back. I feel odd knowing my daughter was probably recently here.

I hand the details of the hotel over to Louise, and after putting on her glasses and setting up her sat-nav, she pulls away. I take a glimpse over her as she drives, but there are none of those feelings I used to hold for her. I glance down at her practical, brown ankle boots and they're not doing it for me either. This just feels strange and seedy, and I have no idea how I'm going to manage to get it up once we get there.

We check into the hotel immediately, then head straight up in the lift to our room. Louise appears to already be trying to flirt with me as she twists her hair, but I don't make a move. There had been a time when I could barely keep my hands off of her, but clearly, that's changed. After what seems like an age, we reach our floor and the doors ding open. I exit the lift swiftly and walk ahead of her to unlock the door with the keycard. The sooner this is done with, the better.

I sit down on the bed and contemplate opening the minifridge for some liquid courage, but then opt against it. I'm already feeling bad for being hungover when I'm hopefully going to see my daughter and more alcohol won't help with that. Louise heads straight into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she undresses and gets in the shower. I quickly take that moment to cover my scars the best that I can with the makeup I'd brought with me and move out of her view.

The spray of water ends, and as I quickly shove the makeup back into my pocket, Louise comes out wrapped in a towel. She gives me a curious look, clearly wondering what I'm up to.

"Just switching off my phone," I lie.

Louise sits down on the edge of the bed then beckons me over with her finger. I try to switch off and detach myself from my feelings as I walk over on autopilot. Leaning back, she unwraps her towel, revealing her breasts then opens her legs, indicating what she wants. I fall down to my knees before her, place my hands on her thighs and tentatively part her with my thumbs and lick upwards.

"Touch me, Matt, the way you use to..." she orders.

I slide my fingers inside her warmth, then continue to use my flattened tongue to caress her, gradually increasing the pressure and then circle around.

"Oh, yes... yes! You still have your piercing..." she sighs.

"Mmhmm."

"Don't stop! Ah. You're so good at this... I've missed it."

Rapidly I flick against her clit, but unlike last night, I feel no connection whilst I do this. This is only a means to an end.

"Ahh! Mmm..."

Her thighs shudder around my head as I bring her to climax. This has been the easier part. Actually having intercourse will be difficult. I take a sip from my bottle of water to delay as I glance down at my jeans. I need to become aroused. I've never had any form of stage fright like this before. 

"I need to go to the bathroom for a second..." I say quietly.

"Sure, don't keep me waiting too long."

I lock the door behind me and lower my jeans to try forcing myself to become aroused by stroking my cock, thinking about the sex from last night. I should have brought some porn with me and a viagra.

"Come on, we can do this!" I whisper, trying to give myself a pep talk as I rapidly run my hand over my reluctant cock. I haven't had enough time to mentally prepare myself, especially after such an intense night which isn't helping. 

There's a knock on the door.

"Are you okay in there?" Louise asks.

"Just a minute!" I yell back in response.

Thankfully, I manage to get myself into a semi and quickly pull my jeans back up to come out. I'll work with what I can and hope for the best.

"You were a while."

"Honestly, I'm just nervous," I shrug.

"Have you been a hermit all these months and forgotten how to use it?" she teases.

"Um, no. Can we just get on with this?"

"Fine, whatever. Strip out of those clothes for me," she responds, jumping back on the bed. Slowly I remove my clothing, starting with my shirt. I unzip my jeans and drop my underwear. "You've been working out. You were in good shape before, but you seem stronger?"

"I've been lifting weights and jogging," I shrug.

She beckons me into the bed with her then parts her legs again, inviting me in.

"Make love to me, Matthew..." she sighs.

Fuck, she's making this even harder for me, and I don't know if that's deliberate. Grasping my cock firmly, I stroke myself several times then immediately put on a condom. As she smiles at me, I gently enter her, using my thumb to push in my not fully erect member and start to move my hips. It feels all wrong. I find immense enjoyment even from one-night stands, but apparently, my emotions do affect me to the point I'm very much turned off by Louise, regardless of how attractive she is.

With my mind finally detached from the act, I'm now wondering whether my body would have the same reaction to Charlotte. I envision angry sex with her would be amazingly good, but there isn't anything to gain by fucking her. 

"Matt?" Louise asks, placing her hand on my cheek.

"Yes?"

"Are you even paying attention to me?"

I look into her intent green eyes and over her, youthful, clear complexioned face. Her, brown, curls flow over the pillow behind her, and I have that sudden realisation that she is actually here, beneath me and I need to find out why after all of this time.

"Why did you call me?"

"Because I missed you," she smiles sweetly.

"I find that hard to believe. Turn over, you know I prefer it rougher..."

I actually prefer the intimacy of missionary sex, but only with someone I'm in love with or have a connection to. I can't bear to look at Louise's face, especially with her smiling at me. Rough, sex from behind will be better. 

Instead of turning around, she places her other hand on my face and kisses me on the lips. I don't open to her, wanting nothing to do with that tongue of hers.

"Kiss me, Matt. Like you use to," she sighs. "I made a terrible mistake. I want you to like me again."

"If I refuse?"

Tears well at her eyes and flow down her face, and I can't help but feel guilty. I'm not the one in the wrong here.

"Matthew, all I can think about is you. I still love you, and I want to get back to trying to make this work over time? I made a horrific mistake, and I was hoping we could try again and be a family. I want you to love me."

"A family? Be a family again..." I reply, taken aback.

"Yes. Rebekah needs her Dada. I was stupid and drunk when I met him, and I got carried away. Have you never made a mistake like that before? Where you don't realise what is already in front of you? That the person you're with is truly the person, you love?"

I look at her sad, tearful face. She actually misses me?

"Louise..."

"Please? I was hoping you'd forgive me. It was a mistake."

Her hand starts to stroke my hair. She is lying, surely? She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her head against me, taking comfort against my chest. Her soft hair rests under my chin, and I smell the scent of vanilla and jasmine. She's still wearing that perfume that drives me wild.

My body starts to respond.

I tilt her head up to me and kiss her gently then passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her hands scratch up my back, eliciting a growl from me.

"Louise, don't do that. I might get carried away..." I warn.

She digs her nails in, stirring the lustful passion within me.

"Get carried away," she breathes.

I lift her up off the bed swiftly, then rest her against the wall and continue kissing her fiercely. With my manhood fully erect, I plunge inside with a deep thrust and begin to take full enjoyment of her body as my hands grip under her arse.

"Ah, Matt, this is better than I remember," she says, running her hands over my biceps and squeezing.

"Am I your best?"

"Yes, you're amazing... Mmm. Better than Bradley," she utters, inconsiderately.

"Too bad you left me for him then."

Aggressively I fuck her, unable to be gentle with the person who caused me so much heartache, reminded by the mention of Bradley.  My mouth moves to her neck, and I clamp down and suck to leave lovebites.

"Ahh, Matt!" she cries out.

Rapidly my pleasure heightens as I listen to her moans whilst I pound away. With her legs wrapped around my waist, crossed over at the ankles, I release her arse, and my hands move to caress her ample breasts then tug at her nipples until they're perkily firm. I dip my head and take one into my mouth to nibble and suck, licking with my tongue, and unexpectedly, I taste the sweetness of milk as she sighs to my touch.

"Mmm...Louise..." I groan, licking my lips. "Are you still breastfeeding?"

"Yes," she gasps, running her fingers through my hair as I continue to kiss her delicious bosom.

I kiss her mouth again, and my hand now reaches down to rub her clit, to bring her to climax again. She pulls her lips away, rests her head on my shoulder and audibly moans, pulsating around me, bringing me to that point of no return with her nails clawing into my back.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I growl as I cum, extremely gratified by the sex I hadn't originally had high expectations for.

I gently lower her down and remain pressed against her warm body, breathless and exhausted for a few moments. My immediate thought is to get into bed and cuddle together to have our conversation, so I move away, flop back onto the bed and pat the space next to me as I gaze over her flushed face and body.

She joins me in the bed, with my arms wrapping around her waist, and tenderly we kiss again as we face each other. Her hand strokes downwards from my chest, towards my stomach.

"I vaguely remember you telling me you'd never wax your chest hair. Now here you are, with your body entirely smooth all over," she giggles.

"I had a change of heart," I dismiss, not wanting to admit I'd done it for Liam.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not exactly..."

"Have you seen Charlotte again?" she asks, touching my scratches and marks from last night.

"Nope," I shake my head.

Louise appears pleased by my answer and beams happily as she climbs over my lap, wiggling her bottom cheekily in an invitation to touch her again.

"Spank me, Daddy, for cheating and being such a naughty, dirty girl!"

I sit up, not quite believing what I'm hearing as her curvy derriere beckons to be slapped playfully as it sticks out. Whilst I hesitate, she pokes her tongue out at me.

"Kitten..."

My hand strokes up the back of her thigh, squeezing before moving over her shapely arse, along her spine before returning back down again. It seems that she wants to start again from where we left off and I can't help but want that too, with my cock now pressed firmly against her stomach.

"Daddy seems very pleased," she teases, licking her lips.

"Daddy is more than pleased," I respond, running my hand down and between her legs to discover her soft, velvety and wet pussy once again.

With a gentle slap, I strike her bottom, and the smile spreads wider across her face.

"Mmm!" she hums in enjoyment.

Repeatedly, I spank her with a cupped hand, firmly enough to warm her through and leave her with slightly, pinked skin, but not enough to hurt. I have no interest in causing her any pain. My fingers trail back down and slide into her wet pussy once again, and carefully I work all of my fingers inside until I'm close to fisting her and she begins to moan in pleasure.

"Does Kitten want to feel me inside her?" I growl.

"Yes, Daddy!" 

With little resistance, I gradually slide in up to my knuckles whilst my other hand slips underneath and caresses her clit. Whilst, she moans and writhes over my crotch in pleasure, I move further within then revel in the snug, softness of her centre.

"Kitten," I groan with my hand now fully inside her pussy. "Feel..."

Her hand reaches back and touches where she meets my wrist, and she bites her lip, giving me a lustful look.

"Mmm, Daddy! I'm so full. Ah, fuck me..."

I move my hand in a twisting motion, smoothly, in and out. I'd fisted her before, but then she orgasmed nearly immediately, so I want to take my time to appreciate it fully this time around. With her face buried against the duvet, she gasps and deeply breathes as I continue to stroke her clit. I feel her tighten around me as she draws closer towards orgasm and marvel in her juicy, wetness smothering me.

Both of my hands begin to speed up, and she grasps the bedding between her hands as she surrenders entirely to the pleasure building inside. Turning to face me, she releases a long, deep moan as she cries out as she rhythmically pulsates around my hand in climax. I've never witnessed anything sexier, and I desperately feel like I need to be inside her again as I carefully withdraw my hand.

I nudge Louise forward, to the end of the bed as I roll on another condom, then I pull her back onto my lap. Brushing her hair out of the way, I kiss her neck passionately, nipping every so often but never hard. My lips seize her earlobe and nibble as I look ahead into the mirror on the wall before us.

"Kitten, watch as I fuck you again..." I whisper in her ear.

Louise's closed eyes flicker open, widening as she looks upon the reflection of her voluptuous, naked body and my lascivious smile. I press more kisses over her shoulder, and she reaches back to stroke my dishevelled hair, sighing in contentment.

I grasp my cock, lift her onto me, and position her legs spread apart, holding them open with mine. My hands wrap around her stomach, then with a hard thrust, I take her.

"Ride me," I demand.

Using her hands to brace herself on my thighs, she moves, rocking up and down my length as she also watches. My tongue licks against her neck, and she gasps when I begin to suck. Grabbing hold of her tits, I aggressively tug and pinch her nipples between my fingers.

"Ahh, Matt!" she sighs, tilting her head back.

"That's Daddy to you," I growl. "Keep watching..."

My hands release her heavy breasts and slide down between her legs to part her, revealing how intimately joined we are and how wide my cock opens her up. She's slick with wetness, and I enter with a finger, then another. 

"Daddy... Oh!" she moans.

"You're such a dirty kitten..." I respond, feeling my own pleasure increase from the tightness. "Fuck me harder."

"Mmm, yes, Daddy," she purrs.

Withdrawing my fingers, I use my hands to grip her by the hips, as I vigorously thrust and she leans back and rides me, whilst we watch our own personal, obscene porn film. Our movements become synchronised as we rapidly build up the tension rising between us until I feel the rush of orgasmic pleasure, and she audibly moans and quivers around me.

"Ahh, fuck... You're so good at this," I groan as I peak and bliss soars through me.

Exhausted, I lay back against the bed. Louise turns and cuddles against my chest and strokes my face and hair whilst we regain our breath, wordlessly for a few moments.

"So, did you want to do this once a month?" she asks finally.

"Once a month? I was hoping for at least once a week at the minimum?"

"I don't live around here anymore."

"Where do you live? I'll travel to you? Hell, I'll move to be nearer. You said you want to work at being a family again? That can't happen if we only see each other once a month."

Instead of replying back, she smiles then kisses me with a gentle peck. Sex has been more than satisfying given the circumstances, but I didn't come here just to get my end away, and her lack of a verbal answer doesn't sit well with me. I'm done with wasting my time with her. I sweep my damp hair from my face then make my way to my feet in desperate need of a shower, and I discard the used condom in the waste bin.

"I've upheld my part of the deal, I want to see Rebekah," I say, firmly as I look her in the eyes. "Now, I need a shower so I'd feel better if you'd join me so I know you won't fuck off whilst my back is turned."

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After our quick shower, we check out and get straight back into her car. She drives close to where her parents used to live then she parks up to collect Rebekah, giving me explicit instructions to remain within the car or the deal is off. Reluctantly I agree to stay put, but I watch her walk down the road in the wing mirror and turn left.

She doesn't return until half an hour later with a pushchair, and I know she's parked up far away from where she'd dropped off Rebekah. She rightly suspected that I would probably try to track down the address if this doesn't pan out the way I want.

She lifts Rebekah out of the pushchair and places her in the car seat and straps her in. Her hazel eyes stare back at mine curiously, and I'm struck by how much she resembles me with her dark, brown hair. Every time Louise looks at her, she will be reminded of me. Suddenly she cries.

"Ah, don't cry, Rebekah," Louise shushes.

She hands her a cuddly, dogeared zebra from a changing bag, and gradually she settles down as she cuddles it. Recognising it as the teddy, I bought her all that time ago and seeing that she still loves it, melts my heart. I wish I could comfort her like I used to do, but she no longer remembers me with too much time passing. Still, knowing she has something I chose for her has made my day.

For two hours, I'm led around the park by Rebekah, and I have the best couple of hours of my life seeing the world through a toddler's eyes. Nothing I've done can compare to how ecstatic I feel to just spend time with her. Today has been so much better than I could imagine, however too soon, we end up having to call it a day because Rebekah begins to cry in tiredness. No longer feeling quite so suspicious of me, she lets me pick her up, and we slowly walk back towards the car.

"So, did you get around to starting that band with Justin? How is he anyway?" Louise smiles at me. "Still, taunting you relentlessly?" 

"I haven't actually seen him in a couple of months..."

"How comes?" she responds, looking puzzled. "Haven't you known him since you were three?"

"I guess he's busy with work or seeing his girlfriend," I lie, not wanting to admit that we've fallen out and he's ignored my messages since.

"Are you still working for your dad? How is he?"

"Mm. He's okay, telling me how to live my life as usual but he'll never change," I reply looking at Rebekah as she rests her head against my shoulder. "When are we going to discuss moving forward?"

"We'll do it in the car," she smiles, reaching out to hold my hand.

With Rebekah's chubby arms wrapped tightly around my neck, I continue to carry her in one arm as my fingers thread through Louise's. I'm going to miss her so much until I'm able to see her again, but today has ended up being better than expected. I glance over at Louise, walking beside me. I don't love her anymore, but I'm sure, if she truly regrets hurting me, we can draw a line in the sand and work this out over time.

Eventually, we reach the car, and as Louise gets in, I reluctantly place Rebekah in the car seat and buckle her in. I wish she was awake for me to say goodbye to properly, but it would be selfish to wake her. Spending time with my beloved daughter has meant the world to me, and I can't wait to do it again, regardless of the arrangement Louise wants.

As I close the door, I find her zebra teddy on the ground beside my foot, so I bend down to pick it up and walk around to get into the passenger seat, but then find that the door has been locked. Louise winds the window down slightly, with tears flowing down her face. She had no intention of talking about it in the car, and I suspect she deliberately hoped to lower my guard by holding my hand.

"I'm sorry, Matthew..." she weeps.

"What do you mean? I thought we were going to discuss how we're moving forward?" I ask incredulously.

"I may have lied a little. I'm marrying Bradley next week..."

"Then what was all of this about then?! Sane people don't cheat on someone they're happy with!"

"I missed you. Brad doesn't treat me the same way anymore, and I wanted to know what it would be like with you for a final time."

"If he doesn't make you happy, then don't marry him and be with me. I'm prepared to forgive everything so we can be a family. I honestly mean that."

"And live in a shitty flat above an off-licence again? I've made a good life with Bradley, and you can't give me that!"

"I tried my best, Louise. I was working two jobs to support us. Is money that important to you? Was that the reason you left me for him? If it's money you want then fine," I yell, removing my wallet from my pocket and chucking the three thousand in.

"I've got to go," she sniffs, not answering me.

"Wait! When will I see Rebekah again?"

"I'll call you. I'm busy for the next couple of months, but I'll speak to you when I can," she dismisses, doing up the window.

"Louise! Please don't go," I yell as she starts to pull away. 

As I watch the back of the car disappearing down the street, I feel numb. I slump down to the ground at the curbside and bury my head in my hands. I've been here so many times, rejected by her that I know I will eventually recover enough to keep going, but it doesn't make it any easier. I just wish I knew what I'd done so wrong to deserve this treatment. 

I'm a complete and utter idiot. Pulled in by her crocodile tears. I should have seen it. She'd shown herself to be manipulative previously, time and time again. Why am I so gullible with her? I would have given her another chance. I'd just keep giving her chances. She could cheat on me a countless amount of times, and I would forgive it. I just need to have Rebekah in my life.

I cry freely from the gaping hole that widens inside me. I want Rebekah back. I just want her back. I've cheated on Liam just to see her, actually betrayed him this time. She isn't someone we have an arrangement with, and I was prepared to leave him to have my family together again. I put my needs first.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I switch it on to call Louise. I'm not done with this. I'll beg her to see me. I'll be the other guy if that's what she wants; I don't give a shit about Brad's feelings. He'd fucked her knowing she was with me and he'd even asked whether I was planning to propose when he sized me up the night before I found him in my bed. I don't have to love her again, I'll just provide her with the fun she so desperately lacks from her soon to be vanilla marriage.

The call doesn't even go through. 

I toss it on to the floor and rest my head against my arms, abandoning that plan. I messed up all over again. She's used me for sex because that's all I'm good for. No-one wants me for me, not even Liam. He wants me to give up everything that makes me who I am to become fully obedient to him. No-one likes me as a person. Even my own father hates me and told me he's disgusted by me. When did I become this dislikable? I used to be popular for fuck sake, and now I'm a snivelling wreck, pussyfooting around someone who no-one else looked twice at.

Something flashes up on my phone, so I check it, hoping it's Louise, but it's only a missed call from Selena. Did she see me being manipulated on the horizon? She probably trusted I wasn't stupid enough to be suckered in. Unfortunately, I am that stupid. I call her number deciding it's better to let her know I'm safe.

"Matt? Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not..."

I start to cry again.

"Matthew, what happened?"

"She did it again!"

"Did what? Tell me everything."

"She told me she still loved me, and I was an idiot and believed her. She asked me to forgive her and to give her another chance at being a family, but she then told me she's getting married next week and fucked off. All she wanted to do was use me and hurt me again."

"Oh my god, Matthew..."

"I emptied out my bank account as well to give her money for Rebekah. I've literally got fifteen pounds and one pence to my name, and I've cheated on Liam horrifically. I'm just going to take my things from Liam's and hand myself into the police station. I'll be breaching my bail conditions by not staying at Liam's overnight."

"Matt, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It's my own fault for being a massive fuck up. I knew this was going to happen. I absolutely knew it deep down but I so desperately needed to see Rebekah. The worst part is knowing I will do this all over again given a chance."

"Is there any way you can come to mine? I can't bear the thought of you being alone right now. Surely you can change the address?"

"Selena, I don't want to bother you with my problems any longer. I need to go," I sigh, knowing she means well. "I'll call you back when I can. Bye."

I hang up and get to my feet. It's beginning to get dark, and the last thing I need is to be found outside past my curfew a few hours from now. There's absolutely no way I'm going to bring my issues to Selena. The walk back to Liam's will take me ages. It's best I just forget about my belongings, for now, get a coffee and go straight to the police station.

As I begin to walk down the road towards the town, my phone rings, so I answer immediately, feeling pretty certain of who it is.

"Where are you?" Liam demands.

"Ah. I'm sure you're aware of the situation. Selena called you, didn't she?"

"She did."

"I'm not going to dare to apologise. I know an apology is meaningless right now. I cheated on you and nothing I say will fix it. I put myself and the need to see my daughter before you. If you just want to chuck my stuff out, I'll come by and grab them when I can. You don't have to see me."

"Matthew..."

"What Liam? I'm an absolute piece of shit. I'm looking at a potential prison sentence next week, and I'm a cheating scumbag. Do you really need me to come to grovel at your doorstep? Will it make you feel better to physically kick me out? Fine."

"Just tell me where you are?"

"I'm outside Woodland's Park. You wanna come here and break up with me in front of an audience?"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

He hangs up before I can reply. I'd hoped to retain some of my dignity, but clearly, that isn't going to happen. I don't expect him to forgive me, so it's pointless asking for it. I'll just let him yell at me here in public. I sit back down and stare at my phone, annoyed. Selena had ended up telling Liam when I wanted to be the one to talk to him first.

It doesn't take long for his black Mercedes to pull up next to me. I suspect he's been speeding to get here sooner. I get to my feet and wait for him to get out to shout or even hit me. Instead, to my surprise, the passenger door swings open.

"Get in the car!" he barks. Reluctantly, I approach, and Liam remains sitting, stony-faced. "What's the damage?"

"What do you mean? I emptied out my bank account, but I was going to do that regardless of what she said."

"You fucking idiot! Just get in, we'll drive back to mine and discuss what we're going to do next."

The drive is in silence. The fact he isn't currently yelling at me is unsettling. He'd been furious with me over something minor in comparison but what I'd done today is catastrophic to our relationship. I suspect he just wants to have the long overdue, massive fight with me in privacy. I guess I'll just deal with whatever happens and stop bothering him after I take my things.