Title - Revenge is a dish best served cold
Summary - Betrayal. Do you let it consume you or take action?
Word Count - 500
Rating M

Oh my God! How could he? I stood there, dumbstruck, taking in the scene in front of me. The love of my life was fucking someone else. IN MY BED! I couldn't move. The pain in my chest was spreading through my body. My pulse was racing, my knees were buckling. Slowly, I backed out of the room. He never even saw me.

I ran out of the apartment, wandering around aimlessly, trying to get a grip. And then the rage set in. That Bastard! How dare he? Well, two can play that game. You know what they say, what's good for the goose…

So I went to the nearest bar, it shouldn't be hard to find someone to help me get my revenge. It was a dive but I didn't really care. I just needed a warm body, someone with potential. And then I saw him. His beautiful, full pouty lips wrapped around a longneck, watching me from the end of the bar. I didn't break eye contact as I glided across the room towards him. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, worn but well fitting jeans, and a pair of beat to hell cowboy boots. He had golden blonde hair in waves almost to his shoulders. And as I got closer, I saw the most beautiful hazel green eyes I think I have ever seen.

Yee-haw. I was going to give this cowboy the ride of his life. I slid onto the barstool next to him and order myself a couple shots of tequila and a fresh beer for the cowboy. A little liquid courage wouldn't hurt.

"Having a bad night?" he asked.

"You have no idea." I responded.

"Anything I could do to help?"

I had to laugh. This was way too easy.

"I thought you'd never ask. Distract me?"

"Your place or mine, darlin'?"

"Yours, if you don't mind."

We quickly polished off our drinks and he led me out of the bar. He lived just down the street. He pulled me into his apartment. I immediately mashed my lips hard onto his. We stumbled backward until I was pressed up against the wall. He was rubbing his entire body roughly up against me. Hands groping, grasping for breath, we practically ripped each other's clothes off. He was gorgeous; wide shoulders, glorious six-pack abs, a well defined V cut and to top it off, he was the most well endowed man I had ever laid eyes on. Oh, there is a God and he is on my side!

He grabbed my thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs tight around him, feeling his need for me as much as I needed him. He carried me to his bed and made love to me for hours. It was the wee hours of the morning when I dressed and slipped out of his apartment and made my way home.

I walked through the front door to find my husband waiting for me. "Hi Honey. I'm home."