31. Gobsmacked!

**31. Gobsmacked!**

All I see is red.

Rage pulses through me like an avalanche. Destructive thoughts conquer my brain like an instant kill mission as they remain static on the couple sitting on the couch, intimately close.

The music subdues behind my mind as my eyes zoom on Ceasar’s slick hand that is on a girl’s ass and his eyes lustfully running through her other heavy assets.

My fingers curl up in a fist, the insides of my stomach twist and turn painfully as I watch his hand greedily squeezing that bitch’s bottom as if it is stashed up of money.

There is hardly any space between them as her breasts rub against his sturdy chest that is peeking out from his shirt’s first three undone buttons.

My heart remains still,

But my brain is screaming to kill.

All I could see is anger,

And that nasty ass on Ceasar.

My eyelids beg to blink but my eyes pay no mercy to them as they murderously glare at the *soon-to-be-dead* victims.

*Now I know where this liar cheap-rubber-tire has been so busy!*

I feel the earth shift beneath my shoes, my feet start to move as if my knees have their own brain. In a second, I cross the dance floor and climb the stairs of the lounge to reach him.

All this time when I stayed at home, got bored to death, starved off orgasms, this mother-helicopter has been cheating and fucking behind my back.

Reasoning leaves the chat as rage overcomes my system as I notice Ceasar’s nose buried in that hoe’s hair while his tongue sultrily tastes her neck like a melting ice cream.

“Per di qua. Dove stai andando chica?” The red head chic screams something behind me as I walk past a bunch of ogling men to reach that one motherfucker. *(This way. Where are you going girl?)*

Fury takes the front seat and I get impulsive to rip that woman away from my husband by her Pantene hair and toss her out of the club. But I know, she isn’t the one who deserves my wrath.

Instead, I grab her arm and forcefully peel her off his lap as I look directly into that bastard’s eyes and scream.

“You bitch!” My hand takes off at the speed of 50 km per hour and land right in the middle of his cheek. The sound of the slap resonates above the pounding music as shocking heads turn in our direction.

Whereas Ceasar’s skull is twisted to its left with my sudden blow, the size of my hand is imprinted on his face like a bright naughty blush. *Red and very fresh.*

His hand slowly lifts to cups his cheek as he looks at me with confused bewildered eyes, completely baffled and unbalanced.

*He looks gobsmacked!*

“Dio mio. Stai bene Cason? Chi pensa di se stessa!” The hoe that was on his lap jumps in to check up on his cheek while she barks something at me in Italian.

Though I didn’t understand her thick accent, my mind freezes at that one word she spoke very clearly.

That is *Cason.*

I take a sharp breath. My mouth opens wide enough for dick to enter in as I astonishingly stare at the mirror image of Ceasar. My eyes don’t blink nor look away from his eyes, nose, and lips that depict a similar kind of maniac.

Cason?

Isn’t he that gay son?

That lunatic’s twin dick!

But what is he doing with a chick?

Suddenly those stupefied grey eyes turn darker as if a chaotic turmoil has upturned the weather and they grow vicious. And that’s when I realized, *I screwed up.*

I take a step back as Cason stands erect on his two long legs and glares back at me with a rumbling scowl, “Come ti permetti, puttana!” *(How dare you, bitch!)*

Every muscle in my body tenses, the anger, and rage that consumed me a few seconds ago, dissolves like sweat as I helplessly stand in front of a raging tornado.

I gasp as Cason clutches my arm harshly and growls with an utmost fury, “Chi cazzo ti credi di essere?” *(Who the fuck do you think you are?)*

His eyes look maddening like an infuriating Voldemort. I look around for escape but other than unknown faces and lights, I couldn’t find anything useful.

“I am talking to you, harpy.” He jerks me roughly grabbing both my elbows in his steel grip. My mouth falls down by the cranky lewd name he addressed me with.

Harpy?

What did this bitch call me?

I look hot like a Barbie,

While he looks like a fucking Turkey.

My veins swell fiercely as rage does a comeback in my system. Impulsive as usual, I jump in without a plan and kick my knee in his gay balls with force.

“Errrrhhh!” Cason’s hand slips from my arms as he howls painfully in Italian and falls back on the couch rubbing his injured pee-pee.

“That's for cheating on my best friend, you dickhead.” I spat venomously while breathing heavily. I waste no time in exiting the club, getting into the cab, and retreating to my safe base.

My mind couldn’t stop picturing the scene at the club. I rub my face as I remember Cason’s infuriating eyes and then his wailing face. I hope his balls survived after my Karate kick.

I fall on the bed with my hands covering my face. My breaths run shallow while thoughts run a marathon.

I still can’t get over the thought that I met Cason today. That cheater cock, lying bastard, gay fuckboy, and the twin loony nutcase of Ceasar.

Damn, they looked exactly the same. Like a carbon copy and mirror image same. But what was Cason doing here in Italy? In the club? And that too with a girl on his lap?

Isn’t that son of bitch gay?

Fuck! What if that *mother-cock-sucker* tells Ceasar about what happened today? I chew my lips as I overthink and overanalyze about the twin dicks.

Wait, does he even know who I am? *Oh god!* I rub my guilty face and roll over the bed cursing myself. This is the right time to invent a time machine.

*Bitch!*

Why the fuck did I slap him in the first place?

Why was I so mad and envious thinking Ceasar was cheating on me while I was the one actually cheating?

I just acted upon my jealousy and smacked that dicklover thinking he was my lousy husband.

*Hell, it’s a fake marriage!!!*

I laugh at myself as I remind my stupid self that our wedding is not real. It is just a play for other people. Maybe I got too much into the *wifey* character.

I close my eyes and order my heart to stop beating so fucking fast. I am nervous, guilty, anxious, and sweating too much. I feel like I am having a mental breakdown.

I raise my palm, the one that I slapped across Cason's face, and wonder if his cheeks are still red and have my essence. I turn it around and my eyes fall on the diamond ring that Ceasar had given me before meeting his parents.

I remove the ring and place it again on the ring finger of my left hand, where it belongs to. I twist and turn my hand and watch in awe as it twinkles.

The light that hits the diamond immediately bounces back giving it an instantaneous shine. But the reflection is only the very tip of its radiance, as the light moves through the gem, it scatters and fractures creating the sparkle a real diamond is known for.

*Damn fuck, it is real.*

I feel unfamiliar heaviness in my chest the more I look at the rock. The heaviness contains a mixture of melancholy feeling of loneliness and longing.

I miss *him.*

I miss Ceasar.

I roll to my side and pick my phone from the bedside drawer. I open his last Whatsapp message that he had sent three days ago.

*‘Will be back by saturday’*

Wasn’t today Sunday? I look up and notice he was online an hour ago. The heaviness in my chest increases, the beats get louder and my stomach simmers with butterflies as I press the call button.

It’s been ten days since he went on his trip. We had no contact expect a few texts in bits and pieces.

My heart pounds inside my chest in anticipation of hearing his arrogant, aristocratic voice. But the ring continues for a while till it stops.

*Oh*

The butterflies suddenly disappear and my heart slowly softens to its regular speed. Maybe he is sleeping. I look through his profile picture and stare at his image.

He looks like a heartless prince in his black suit with a straight emotionless face. I let my finger roam on his dark brown hair, eyes and thick brows, run along his jaw to his moue lips.

*What is wrong with me?*

I throw my phone and switch off the lights. I shake my head to block any kind of cute thoughts that wants to penetrate inside related to him.

I close my eyes feeling a little content that it was Cason in the club, not Ceasar. And let the deep sleep take me to it's dark side.

*Ring*

My heart jumps and my eyes jolt up in surprise as I hear my phone ring in full volume. I jump to silence it but I freeze, my heart skip multiple beats as I see a,

Video call from Ceasar.