Rejected Wife Of The President

The Devil Himself

Chapter 3

POV: Valerie

His name is Justin, and he is my nemesis, the fool that wants to take advantage of the awful situation between Travis and I. He is my husbands personal assistant and best friend. He never goes to his damn house, he has an apartment at the back of the main building, but he chooses to stay in the main building. He claims he needs to stay close by so he can do his job properly.

But we both know that that is a f*****g lie. The only reason he is staying in here is so he could keep hitting on me when my husband is busy screwing his whores. He is a f*****g perv, he is always around me whenever Travis is busy. He is always reminding me how unfair Travis has been treating me, trying so hard to convince me that he would treat me better if only I let him bang me whenever he desires. Gosh, I hate his guts. I f*****g hate him!

Now, I don’t have a problem with him professing his love for me. I mean, he’s a guy, you know. And I am one beautiful damsel in distress. So it’s so easy to fall for my good looks and try to rescue me from that brute of a man that I call my husband. But that is not the case with Justin, he only wants to warm my bed in the night while also providing my husband with cheap whores to keep him too busy to notice my beauty.

The most annoying part is when he smacks my butt when my husband is not looking or creeps up behind me and grabs my ass when I’m looking the other way. Sometimes he walks around the house with his d**k as hard as a rock, flaunting his damn boner in my face, tempting me with something I desperately long for. One time, I visited the office to drop lunch for Travis like I always do. Yes, I found him f*****g his secretary on his damn table. But I chose to ignore him because I know he is simply trying to hurt my feelings. I dropped off his lunch and got into the elevator. But just before the door of the elevator shut together, Justin jumped into the elevator and forced me against the wall, pushing his hard d**k on me,

“Cant you feel it, Valerie?

Can’t you see how much I desire this curvy body of your?

Travis will never forgive you for ruining his relationship with your sister. So why don’t you relax and let me ride you to orgasm?” he let out in a hoarse tone that is tainted with lust and desire. I tried pushing him away, but I only succeeded in giving him a chance to bend me over and lock his hand in my hair, forcing me to feel his hard boner on my ass.

“Tonight, my pet…

When I come to you, be sure to open up for me. I won’t take no for an answer tonight.

Oh, and don’t worry about you husband, I’ll make sure he is too busy to care.” He remarks mockingly, bucking his hips to my ass slowly and moaning as he did it. If we were not in the elevator, he would have screwed me on that spot because he is too aroused to think straight. He would have kept his d**k pinned to my ass if the elevator bell did not distract him from his lustful cravings. It was at this point that I knew that Justin was out to ruin me, and I had to do something to stop him, else I’ll be in big trouble because of him. That day I called the repair -guy and I had him change the locks to my room and I kept all the spare keys to myself.

I was awake that night, and I saw him struggling with the door, trying to get it open. I kept my pepper spray close by in case he breaks in, but I prayed so hard for him to turn back without creating a scene. I was so excited when he uttered some obscene curses and turned around to leave. If he had been able to pick that lock, I would have screamed so hard and get Travis here. But if it gets to Travis, I’m sure Justin would cook up a terrible lie to make him hate me even more.

So it’s better I try as much as I can to avoid Justin. Until I’m able to get Travis to notice me and acknowledge me as a wife, there is nothing I can do about Justin right now that wont come back to bite me in the ass. It’s been months since that incident, and I’ve succeeded in keeping him out of my room, until tonight. I was too aroused to think about that i***t. And now he’s standing at my door, with his camera on, recording me as I pleasure myself.

“f**k off, Justin!

Get the hell out of my room, or I’m going to scream so loud and…

“And what?” he asked me, cutting my words short.

“Your husband would come down here and find you naked with me filming your delicious cunt?

Tell, me, what do you think he would do if I tell him you have been hitting on me and begging me to f**k you?

Would he list to you, his rejected wife and worst nightmare, or me, his best friend?” he asked mockingly, smiling widely like a f*****g i***t.

“Take out your toy, and wipe it with your tongue, I want to see you taste your juices,” he let out hoarsely, his eyes fixed on my p***y. I pulled out the s*x toy from my p***y and I flicked my tongue on it, very slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on him, watching as he gulped down saliva, his throat twitching as the saliva went down.

I brought it up to my boobs, slowly, caressing my body, watching as his eyes followed the movement of my hand, his d**k throbbing in his pants. He was beginning to let his guard down, he thinks he has me exactly where he wants me to be. I smiled in approval, that is exactly what I wanted him to think. The fool thinks he can blackmail me to comply with his rules. Today, I’ll teach him not to mess with me, I’ll f*****g deal with this bastard!

I put on a show for him, smiling seductively, with my teeth on my lips as I let out soft moans while caressing my body for him to watch lusfully. He killed my orgasm when he burst into my room uninvited, and now I’m going to make him pay. I keep moaning softly, squirming from my caresses, faking it for him. At this point, he wasn’t holding the hone anymore, his d**k keeps twitching nonstop, begging to be touched. I widened my legs to give him a better view, then I curled my finger and beckoned on him to come closer and f**k me like he so desires.

Actually, I thought he would catch on to my tricks. This is a guy I’ve always rejected, and yet he believes that I’m going to willingly open up to him because he is holding a f*****g camera. The guts of this moron is quite appalling. I watched him approach me with so much eagerness, healing of his sweatpants as quickly as he could, and jumping on the bed without thinking. I let him come closer, I waited until he was almost on top of me, then I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could, sending him rolling off the bed. I got off the bed as quickly as I could, and I reached for my phone, taking pictures of him as well. I grabbed my robe hanging on the wall, wrapping it around my bare body.

“How do you like me now?

Still want to f**k me?” I asked him, laughing at his pathetic posture on the floor.

“Let see how you explain this to your dearest best friend!” I told him, watching him struggling to get up from the floor. I know he’ll attack me, so I headed for the door, and I took his phone with me as I left him in my room. I called the housekeeper immediately, making sure he heard my voice as I ordered her to go in and clean my room.

I almost giggled when I heard him cursing angrily and swearing to get back at me. Now I’m wishing I’d stayed back and bashed his head with a vase or something. I went down to the kitchen for a cup of water. As I sipped my water, I opened his phone and deleted everything he has recorded earlier. The perv has pictures and videos of me that he took when I was swimming in the pool or relaxing around the house. I saw pictures and videos of other girls as well, and I deleted everything I could before he walked into the kitchen, boiling in anger.

“Oh, hi Justin…

Look what I found lying around on the counter, you phone!

Can you believe that?” I asked sarcastically, stretching my hand to give him back his phone.

“Now, I’ve got pictures of you, and you have nothing. Stay the f**k away from me, else…”

“Else what?” he yelled furiously, stopping me with his burning gaze that’s filled with hatred. I wanted to say something threatening to him, but words seems to have eluded me at this moment.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of, You just dug your own grave, sweetheart. And I’ll gladly bury you, and dance on your f*****g grave.” He let out fiercely. He had this look on his face that I couldn’t understand. I watched him smiled evilly when he saw the fear in my eyes. And even when he finally walked out, I still couldn’t let go of my fears. His words sounded so scary, I know he meant every word he said and I wondered what he is going to do to me this time.

I guess I need to hasten up with my plans to get pregnant for Travis. It’s time for me to reach out to Sarah, I need her help to get Travis to make love to me again, just like he did on our wedding night. I need him get me pregnant, that way I can prevent this divorce from happening and I can claim my husbands heart.