Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... harsher and more judgemental than it usually was. I smiled when I thought this. I was still figuring out ways that she affected my life. However, that day, Jessica did finally speak, but not to anyone at the table. My eyes widened when I saw him approach, at least 6'3 and walking with a confident swagger. Mike. Jessica's ex. There were two other guys with him, but they didn't seem too interested in what was going on, and were mostly looking around, bored, or talking to each other. There was a slight break in the conversation as each member of the group noticed him, until Jessica turned to see what we were looking at. Her eyes narrowed as he stepped up to her. "Hey guys." he said, looking around the table. There were a few non-committal grunts of greeting, but they were mostly silent. My heart had suddenly started pounding in my chest. I didn't really know this guy. What had Jessica told him when she broke it off with him? Did she mention that there was someone else? Did he know that I was the reason he'd been dumped? "Jessica, baby!" he said, as if surprised to see her, "How've you been?" He said it lightly, but it felt like there was a shadow of anger behind his voice. "What the fuck do you want, Mike?" she said. Her voice was strong and unwavering, though not exactly hostile. Mike seemed a little taken aback at her response. "Aw don't be like that. What happened between us, baby? You used to be so sweet to me." he said mockingly. "Mike, just get the fuck out of here." she ...

... said. "I dumped you more than a month ago. This is just sad." I glanced around the table, but no one seemed to really notice what was happening. Rose looked bored and was staring at her phone, occasionally smiling as she read her messages. Becky was reading, and Lissie was toying lazily with her food. Frank and Derek were both eating quietly. There was complete silence, and it was impossible for them not to have noticed what was happening, but none of them reacted. Did they really care so little for Jessica's problems? I looked back up to see Mike staring back at me. "I don't recognise this one." he said, looking me over, "Is this the little faggot you're with now?" Jessica hesitated for a second. "You really think you can handle a hot bitch like her?" he sneered at me, arrogance clear in his voice. "Hey, asshole, I'm over here." said Jessica loudly, pointing to her eyes. He turned back to her, ignoring me. "Actually Mike, there isn't anyone else. At all. Just let that sink in for a minute." she said, her tone venomous. "I would literally rather be completely alone than spend even a second more with you." His eyes widened with anger, but he didn't have a reply. I'd been in that exact situation a hundred times before, and I didn't envy him. His friends were paying attention now, but seemed amused that he'd been rendered speechless. "Why are you still standing there like a slack-jawed moron?" Jessica asked, as if genuinely confused. "Fuck. Off." Mike gave one last furious look ...