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The Other Woman: GTA	By : Starliteyes24 Category: +G through L > Grand Theft Auto Views: 5558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Rockstar nor do I own Grand Theft Auto V. I do NOT make any profit from the making of this story!

Chapter List
- 1-The Other Woman: GTA
- 2-The Other Woman Pt: Two
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The Other Woman: GTA V
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5:35. Michael directed his weary eyes away from his wrist watch and left his car, slamming the door loud enough for anyone nearby to recognize. His intentions were to piss Amanda off again. He hoped it had worked. After making his way inside the house, he closed the front door quite intensely. It gave him another chance to get under her skin.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called out, eyes examining the layout of the staircase, pondering his next move. Today was the day he wanted to say something about this affair of hers, and he was already on a good start.
Few seconds went by and nobody answered the man, but that was fucking expected. Michael finally moved forward to climb the stairs and he reached out to hold on to the railing as he ascended. A couple familiar creaks of the stairs had quickly faded in to the back of his mind once he made it to the top and standing there for a second or two, he was already making his way towards his bedroom, where he assumed Amanda was.
His heart was pounding and his ribs ached at the intensity of it. He felt his skin grow hot and sweaty and he tightened his jaw painfully. When he reached the door knob, he had somehow drowned out all possible sound, because once he had pushed that damn door open, his eyes flew open and strangely, his ears began to ring.
Amanda was in bed alright, but not with another man, no, not with that fucking tennis coach of hers again, but with a young, lanky beautiful brunette woman. His crystal blue eyes were blown to full size at the sight before him, and the couple just lay there, tangled in a cold sweat and Michael's satin sheets, a startled, yet amused expression across their not-so-guilty faces.
What the hell was Michael supposed to say or do now? Hell, his wife was with another woman, not a man, a damn woman. He felt degraded at this point and humiliation was right on board.
"Holy shit, fuck, fuck!" Michael's clammy hand slipped from the door knob and now he was rubbing his temple, trying to get this scene all figured out. The younger woman made her way out of the bed, being conscious of her naked body. Amanda watched her slip on in the bathroom and she wrapped the sheet around her beautiful plastic boobs. She raised a dark brow at the man she no longer was in love with. She stared at Michael like he was some kind of stranger, angry at his presence.
"Amanda, fuck, Amanda, a woman?" Michael spat, using his arms to express the fucking anger and rage burning inside him. The woman in his bed looked down at her exposed toes near the end of the bed and let out a sigh of relief?
"Yes Michael, I was with a woman, a beautiful woman that understands me, and she knows exactly how to please me," Amanda admitted with great gratification, watching in amusement as Michael's face tightened and distorted out of pain and anger.
How more fucked up can his life get?
"Well, thats good Amanda, that's really fucking good, I hope the two of you find happiness and whatever the fuck comes with it!" Michael gave his final input and threw his arms in the air just like that and turned to leave, breathing heavy.
The bathroom door closed and clicked in to place. Michael turned back around and suddenly recognized the younger woman's face. Her long auburn hair, flowing carelessly over those two round tinted shoulders of hers. The aroma of fruit and lavender hit Michael in the face quite awfully. He was too distracted by the two of them to even recognize the smell. He narrowed his eyes and opened his lips.
"Sapphire?" he commented, ignoring every little gesture Amanda was giving him far in the background of his sights. The thin woman was a dancer at Vanilla Unicorn. She was the one he was familiar with, very familiar with. Michael had been going to the Vanilla Unicorn twice a week just to see her. Just to get that damn dance and talk.
Now his favorite dancer was sleeping with his wife, oh how fucking wonderful! Michael couldn't believe what he was seeing, not at all. He was in total disbelief but that's just his life. Michael's life is just full of affairs and heartbreaks.
Amanda looked over at Sapphire and then right back at Michael, standing in the doorway. Michael rested his hands over his hips and looked to the left of him, just before returning the stare both of the women were giving him. "I knew it Michael, I knew you were going to that place!" Amanda crowed, and sat up straight in bed, using one hand to point a finger, while the other was used to hold the sheet in place. Like he's never seen those fake bastards before. Michael dug his fingers deeper in to his own hips and felt his pulse race. She was driving him literally insane.
Sapphire was fully dressed. A pair of black spandex pants covering her lanky legs and a mahogany colored tube top over her perky b-cup breasts.
Michael made sure not to give all his attention to the young woman. Amanda was already beginning to show a bit of jealousy and it was bringing Michael great joy, but too much of her bullshit could be over-whelming and end up in crazy shit.
"I go there Amanda, but I go there because of this shit, because of the way you fucking treat me!" Michael began to express himself again in wild arm movements and Amanda too. Sapphire was now stuck in the middle of a heated argument between two spouses and had no idea how to leave it. She reached over to pick up her heels that were sitting at the foot of the bed and looked Michael in the eyes once she had gotten close enough to the door, where he was currently standing.
"I'm sorry, Michael," the auburn haired woman cried, showing several signs of hurt, much more than his own fucking wife had. Michael just wanted to forget it, forget any of this happened, but it's happened way too much. Amanda was a stuck up bitch, always refused to go out with Michael because of something wayyyy more important than him was going on and the number one thing that rocked their relationship was his fucking weight. His weight, his damn weight.
Michael watched the woman leave and kept his mouth closed as he heard the front door close. He was now alone, alone with a woman he desperately tried to earn back her love. He tried everything he knew and he even went to extreme levels and found a book on failing marriages, but each time was a complete failure. Each one worse than the other.
She made him feel like a failure, hell, even his own kids made him feel like one. All he wanted was their fucking love and support. He got none of that.
His booze was the only one there for him, but sometimes even that was a massive let down. Amanda was sitting there in their bed, watching Michael from a far. "I hate making you feel this way Michael, but I don't think what we had is even there anymore, I told you I've tried, you know I've tried," she began to explain to him in an almost matter-of-factly way, with a little hint of sadness behind it all. Michael knew she did try but she must not have tried hard enough. He went out of his damn way; he sounded desperate, but right now, in this very moment, he could care less about what those cheating rosy lips had to say.
"I'm going out," were the last few words that left his lips and he turned to leave. He prayed to whatever god there was that this would piss her the hell off.
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