My boyfriend cheated on me… So I fucked his side chick.

I stood outside Ruby’s apartment door, my heart pounding like a drum. *This is it*, I thought. The moment I’d been both dreading and craving. The moment I’d finally confront the woman who’d been sharing my boyfriend’s bed. My hand trembled as I raised it to knock, but before my knuckles could hit the wood, the door swung open.

There she was. Ruby.

*Wild red hair*, like fire caught in a breeze, tumbled over her shoulders. Her smoky eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I forgot why I was even here. She wore a silky robe that clung to her curves, and her lips curved into a confident smirk that made something deep in my stomach twist.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice low and smooth, like honey laced with whiskey.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “I’m Jenna,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “Liam’s girlfriend.”

Her smirk deepened, and I hated how it made me feel—small, exposed, and yet strangely intrigued. “Ah,” she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “So you finally figured it out. Took you long enough.”

My fists clenched at my sides. “You knew about me?”

“Of course I did,” she said, her tone casual, almost bored. “Liam’s not exactly a master of discretion. But hey, he’s great in bed, so I wasn’t complaining.”

Heat rushed to my face, a mix of anger and humiliation. *How could she be so nonchalant about this?* “You think this is funny?” I snapped. “You’ve been sleeping with my boyfriend, and you’re just... standing there like it’s no big deal?”

She tilted her head, studying me with those smoky eyes. “And what are you going to do about it, Jenna? Cry? Scream? Beg me to stop?”

I stepped closer, my rage bubbling over. “I’m here to tell you to stay the hell away from him.”

Ruby laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, honey,” she said, her smirk widening. “I think you’re barking up the wrong tree. Liam’s not exactly a prize, you know. He’s selfish, dishonest, and honestly, kind of dull.”

I blinked, thrown off by her words. “Then why...?”

She shrugged, the movement making the robe slip slightly off one shoulder. “He was convenient. And like I said, he’s good in bed. But I’m not exactly heartbroken over him. In fact...” She stepped closer, her gaze dropping to my lips. “I think I might be more interested in you.”

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “What?”

Her smirk softened into something more genuine, almost... kind. “You heard me, Jenna. Liam’s an idiot for not appreciating what he had in you. You’re smart, beautiful, and clearly, you’ve got a fire in you that’s hard to ignore.”

I took a step back, confusion swirling in my mind. “I don’t understand. You’re not mad? You’re not... defending him?”

She laughed again, but this time it was softer, almost affectionate. “Why would I defend a man who couldn’t even be honest with the woman he claimed to love? Jenna, I’m not your enemy. If anything, I think we might be on the same side.”

I shook my head, trying to make sense of her words. “[What are you saying?](https://www.redquill.net/story/wp16lv-jennas-unlikely-revenge?utm_source=reddit&utm_id=breakingcanon)”

She reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm. The touch was electric, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. “I’m saying that maybe, instead of fighting over a man who doesn’t deserve either of us, we should... turn the tables on him.”

My heart raced as her meaning slowly sank in. “You mean...”

She leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from mine. “I mean, let’s give him something to be jealous about. Let’s make him regret ever crossing either of us.”

Her words sent a thrill through me, but I hesitated. “I... I’ve never...”

Ruby’s eyes softened, and she cupped my face in her hand. “It’s okay, Jenna. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But if you’re curious... if you want to explore this... I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”

I stared into her eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all I saw was honesty—and a hunger that mirrored my own. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger at Liam, curiosity about Ruby, and a deep, aching need that I hadn’t even realized was there.

“I...” I started, but before I could finish, Ruby’s lips were on mine.

The kiss was electric, a fire that ignited every nerve in my body. Her lips were soft but demanding, and I found myself responding with a hunger that shocked me. My hands reached up, tangling in her wild red hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against mine.

For a moment, the world around us disappeared. There was no Liam, no betrayal, no hurt. There was only Ruby, her warmth, her taste, her touch. And it was intoxicating.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes were dark with desire. “So?” she whispered, her breath warm against my lips. “What do you say, Jenna? Want to make Liam regret everything?”

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes.”

Ruby’s smirk returned, and she took my hand, leading me into her apartment. The door closed behind us, and I felt a thrill of anticipation as she turned to face me, her hands sliding up my arms.

“Good,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Because I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you for a long time.”

Her lips crashed into mine again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no doubt. I let myself get lost in the sensation, in the heat of her body pressed against mine. Her hands roamed over my curves, exploring every inch of me with a boldness that left me breathless.

We stumbled toward the couch, our lips never parting. Ruby pushed me down onto the soft cushions, her body hovering over mine. Her hands tugged at my shirt, and I didn’t stop her as she pulled it off, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” she murmured, her eyes raking over me with a hunger that made my skin tingle.

Before I could respond, her lips were on my neck, her teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me gasp. Her hands slipped under my bra, cupping my breasts, and I arched into her touch, a moan escaping my lips.

“Ruby,” I whispered, my voice shaky with need.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and burning with desire. “Tell me what you want, Jenna.”

I hesitated for only a moment before answering, my voice barely a whisper. “I want you.”

Ruby’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she took my hand, pulling me gently toward the bed. Her movements were deliberate, each step slow and measured, as if she were savoring the tension between us. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling in my stomach. I’d never done anything like this before — with a woman, with someone who wasn’t Liam — and yet, somehow, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

The mattress dipped beneath us as she guided me down, her eyes never leaving mine. *Those smoky, confident eyes.* They held me captive, as if she could see every thought racing through my mind, every doubt and every desire.

“Relax, Jenna,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “This isn’t about him anymore. This is about *us.*”

Her hands slid up my thighs, the fabric of my skirt bunching as she pushed it higher. My breath hitched as her fingers grazed the sensitive skin just above my stockings, and I felt a shiver run through me. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, and something in the way she said it made my walls clench in response.

I nodded, too tangled in my own emotions to form a coherent sentence. My hands found their way to her hair, fingers tangling in those wild red strands as she began to undress me. She took her time, peeling away my clothes like she was unwrapping something precious. Her gaze lingered on every inch of exposed skin, and I felt a thrill of vulnerability mixed with power — she was seeing me in a way no one ever had before.

When I was down to just my bra and panties, she paused, her fingers tracing the edge of the lace. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering. “Liam was a fool to let you go.”

I didn’t want to think about him — not now, not here — but the mention of his name brought a flicker of anger, of hurt. Ruby seemed to sense it, because she leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, as if she were claiming me, erasing him from my thoughts.

Her hands moved to the clasp of my bra, and then I was bare before her, the cool air brushing against my heated skin. She sat back for a moment, her eyes drinking me in, and I felt a flush of heat travel up my chest to my cheeks.

“Lie back,” she instructed, her voice firm but gentle.

I obeyed, sinking into the pillows as she straddled my legs, her own fingers working at the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged it off, revealing a lace bralette that left little to the imagination. Her skin was pale and smooth, her curves soft and inviting. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they traced the line of her collarbone, and she let out a soft, breathy sigh that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

She leaned down, her lips finding mine again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned into her, my hands gripping her waist as she rocked against me. The friction was maddening, the thin fabric of our underwear the only barrier between us.

“Ruby,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “I need…”

“I know,” she murmured, her lips trailing down my neck, over my chest, until they circled one nipple. She teased it with her tongue, nipping lightly with her teeth, and I arched into her, a low whimper escaping me. Her hands slid down my sides, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, and then she was pulling them down, exposing me completely.

The cool air hit my sensitive flesh, and I shivered, but Ruby was already there, her mouth hovering inches above me. Her breath was warm against my swollen lips, and I clenched my thighs around her, desperate for contact.

“Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.

She didn’t make me wait. Her tongue flicked out, teasing my entrance before sliding up to circle my clit. I let out a cry, my hands gripping the sheets as she began to work me with her mouth, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as she pressed her tongue deeper, lapping at my wetness with an intensity that made my toes curl. She was relentless, her hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady as she devoured me.

I could feel the tension building inside me, a coil tightening with every flick of her tongue. She slid a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I gasped, my body arching off the bed. She added another finger, her pace quickening, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Ruby, I’m—”

She didn’t let me finish. Her mouth closed over my clit, sucking gently as her fingers thrust into me, and I came undone, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I cried out, my body trembling as she worked me through it, her touch gentle but insistent until the last aftershocks had subsided.

When she finally pulled away, I was spent, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. She crawled up beside me, her lips brushing against my cheek in a soft kiss.

“Your turn,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, and I hesitated for only a moment before lowering myself between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of perfume and arousal that made my head spin. I pressed a tentative kiss to her inner thigh, and she let out a soft moan, her hips lifting slightly in encouragement.

I took my time, exploring her with my mouth the way she had done with me, teasing her clit with my tongue before slipping a finger inside her. She was so wet, so ready, and the sound of her moans spurred me on. I added another finger, curling them just so, and she cried out, her hands grasping at the sheets.

“Harder,” she gasped, and I obeyed, thrusting my fingers into her with a rhythm that had her panting, her body writhing beneath me. Her thighs tightened around my head as she came, her release washing over her in a way that left her breathless and trembling.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I felt a sense of contentment that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable. “That’s up to you, Jenna. This was never just about revenge for me.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, her lips were on mine again, and all thoughts of Liam, of consequences, of anything other than her, faded away.

“Do you trust me?” she murmured against my lips, her hands sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me closer.