Craved By My Ex's Brother: A Taboo Affair

When Promises Break

Vivian bit her lip, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag. Where was Thomas? He’d promised her a date night after their evening shift—a night she'd meticulously planned, every detail prepared for the passion that would follow.

She’d prepared everything, even packing her favorite lace lingerie and setting aside the tools for their little game.

She could already feel the flush creeping up her neck at the thought of the surprises she’d arranged for him.

“Dr. Rita,” she called, spotting her friend just as she rounded a corner. Rita turned, her expression warm yet questioning as she noticed the hint of desperation in Vivian's eyes.

“Have you seen Thomas anywhere? I’ve been looking everywhere for him. He… he promised we’d head out together after work.” Her voice wavered slightly, and she scanned the hallway again, as if hoping he’d magically appear.

Rita raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Last I saw, he was chatting with Genevieve in room A4. Left side,” she offered, nodding in the direction of the hallway.

“Could still be there if you’re quick. I’d go, but”—she glanced at the clock, draping her stethoscope around her neck—"it's already past four, and my patient’s waiting.” She gave Vivian a quick wink before striding away, leaving Vivian standing alone in the brightly lit corridor.

Vivian’s heart pounded as she walked through the sterile hospital halls, Rita’s words echoing in her mind. Room A4. Left side.

She quickened her pace, swallowing down a growing sense of dread. When she reached the door, something immediately felt wrong. It was closed. Thomas never closed doors in the hospital, and she was sure this room was normally left open for monitoring patients.

She paused, her hand hovering over the door handle, and froze as she heard muffled voices from within. Her blood ran cold, and she leaned in, straining to make out the words. But then, clear as day, she heard it—low moans punctuated by a voice that made her stomach twist.

“Ahh, f**k, Daddy! Yes, just like that. God, I love your thick, long c**k. Shove that nasty thing into my pussy.”

Vivian’s blood boiled, recognition searing through her. That was Genevieve. That despicable intern with the haughty glare and sneering smirk, the one who seemed to harbor an inexplicable hatred toward her.

Her mind raced, disbelief warring with icy suspicion. Who was Genevieve screwing? Rita had said Thomas was with her. But her, Thomas? No. Impossible. She shook her head, scoffing to herself. He wouldn’t betray her like that. He couldn’t. They had plans for tonight; he’d promised her. He loved her. She trusted him with everything.

Trying to stifle the panic rising within her, she gripped the door handle and tried to push it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic morphed into a dark certainty as she pulled harder, only to find it locked. Why is it locked? This door was never locked. Her heart pounded louder, echoing in her ears as the sounds from within the room grew clearer.

Determined, she moved to the back entrance, praying it would be unlocked. Her trembling fingers found the handle, and as she pushed, it gave way. Slipping inside, she was engulfed in darkness, save for the faint glow of a single dim light in the far corner. There, bathed in shadows, she saw them.

Genevieve’s body was arched, her hands clutching the edge of the exam bed as she moaned louder. “f**k! Thomas, you’re doing such a good job in f*****g this p***y! God, yes,” she purred, glancing over her shoulder and freezing as her gaze landed on Vivian. Her lips twisted into a smirk, as if daring her to watch.

Vivian’s heart shattered, every hope, every ounce of trust splintering into a thousand jagged pieces. She wanted to look away, to tear her eyes from the horrible sight before her, but she was frozen, her chest heaving with silent sobs as she clutched her arms, nails digging into her skin to stop herself from breaking down completely.

“That's it, baby,” Thomas groaned, his voice dripping with lust, oblivious to Vivian’s presence. “Clutch that p***y for me. You’re so f*****g tight. God, you’re the best I've ever had.” His words stung like poison. “Vivian’s an amateur. A f*****g amateur.”

A strangled sound escaped her throat, but Thomas was lost in his own world, each thrust deeper than the last as if punishing her, as if mocking her naivety.

Tears burned in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stumbled forward, gripping her chest as the betrayal ripped through her.

“Malcolm Thomas Ezekiel!” Her voice came out choked, strangled with pain. “Stop! You… you no-good son of a b***h. How… how could you?” Her voice wavered, shattering under the weight of her anguish.

At the sound of her voice, Thomas’s head jerked up, his expression flashing with a moment of shock. But it was fleeting. With a dark glint in his eye, he thrust into Genevieve harder, a low growl escaping his lips. “f**k, I’m cumming,” he muttered, gripping her hips with bruising force as he climaxed, lost in his twisted pleasure.

Only when he was finished did he finally turn, his eyes meeting Vivian’s devastated gaze with a smirk so cold it sent a chill down her spine.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he drawled, the words dripping with cruel indifference.

Vivian’s chest heaved, her vision swimming with tears as she took in the sight of the man she once loved, now nothing more than a stranger wearing a monster's smile.

Vivian’s face went white with fury and heartbreak as she watched Genevieve smirk back at her, unfazed and taunting. Genevieve’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she clung to Thomas, her hands trailing down his thighs with an audacious confidence.

Her gaze never left Vivian, savoring every second of her anguish. Slowly, she leaned forward, her hands tracing along Thomas’s massive c**k.

“Enjoying the show, Vivian?” Genevieve mocked, her voice dripping with venom.

Vivian’s fists clenched, her whole body vibrating with rage as she forced herself to watch the sickening display.

Without thinking, she lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Genevieve’s hair and yanking it back with all her strength.

Genevieve shrieked, her eyes wide with shock as she scrambled to free herself. “Let go of my hair, you b***h!”

“w***e!” Vivian spat, her voice shaking with rage and agony. “How dare you touch my man? How dare you throw yourself on him right in front of me!” Her voice broke, raw with the betrayal that seeped into her bones.

Genevieve’s face twisted in pain and anger, but before she could respond, Thomas’s hand crashed against Vivian’s cheek with a brutal slap, sending her stumbling backward, her hand flying to her stinging face.

“Get off her, Vivian! We’re over!” Thomas’s voice was a harsh snarl, void of the love she thought she knew. “You’re pathetic, barging in here like some jealous child. We were enjoying ourselves until you ruined it.”

The words landed like punches, each one knocking the wind out of her as she tried to process what he was saying. Her chest heaved, her voice barely a whisper.

“Thomas… you’re ending things? Over her?” Tears filled her eyes, but she forced herself to look at him, trying to understand the stranger he’d become. “Why? After everything… everything I did for you. Why, Thomas? Why would you throw it all away for her?”

He smirked, unbothered, and pulled Genevieve close, his hand slipping between her legs as she gasped with pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut. He pulled his fingers back, lifting them to his mouth, and licked them with a smug satisfaction that made Vivian’s stomach turn.

“She’s better than you in a thousand ways,” he sneered, eyes dark with disdain. “She’s smarter, stronger, and unlike you, she’s going to make something of herself. You? You’ll never last here. You’re weak.” He let out a short laugh. “And she’s ten times nastier in bed than you ever were. While you, you’re a sad little girl who only knows one boring move under the sheets. Pathetic.”

Genevieve giggled, glancing at Vivian with smug delight, a gleam of triumph in her eyes.

Vivian’s heart shattered, and she felt a wave of nausea roll over her, bile rising in her throat as she stared at the man she once adored. All she could see now was a hollow shell of the person she thought she knew, someone who took joy in crushing her.

Thomas’s face twisted with scorn as he pointed toward the door, his voice rising to a chilling roar. “Get out. Now. Before I give you something to really cry about.”

The words hit her like a slap, making her flinch. She held his gaze for a moment, one final look at the man who had just torn her world apart, and then she turned and ran, the broken remnants of her heart trailing behind her as she fled down the cold, unforgiving hallway.

Rita stepped out of the exam room, her brow furrowing as she saw Vivian standing by the hallway, tears streaking her cheeks and her body sagging with defeat. Vivian’s gaze was distant, staring somewhere past the walls, lost in the broken remnants of what had just happened.

“Vivian?” Rita’s voice was soft, laced with concern as she walked over and gently placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “What’s wrong? Did you… did you find Thomas?”

Vivian blinked, snapping out of her daze. She forced a strained smile, but it crumbled almost as quickly as it formed.

“Oh… thanks, Rita. I did find him.” Her voice quivered, and she sniffed, quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “But… the date’s off. He, um… he canceled it.” She choked back a sob and tried to breathe steadily, but it was clear her heart was anything but steady.

Rita’s brows knitted closer, the worry deepening in her gaze. “Vivian… is that really why you’re crying?” She leaned closer, her hand rubbing gentle circles on Vivian’s shoulder, eyes searching, trying to reach beneath the fragile mask her friend was wearing. But Vivian avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but directly into the sympathy in Rita’s eyes.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s all.” Vivian’s voice was a whisper, as if the words themselves might shatter her. “I just… I think I need to go home, Rita. I’m not feeling well.” Her hands shook slightly as she clasped them together, grounding herself. “Could you… cover my shift, please?”

Rita hesitated, sensing there was more beneath the surface. But she nodded, pulling Vivian into a gentle hug, feeling the weight of her friend's silent pain. “Of course, Viv. Go home and take care of yourself, alright? I’ll handle things here.”

Vivian barely returned the hug, her lips pressing into a faint, exhausted smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She pulled away, muttering a soft, “Thank you,” before she turned and walked down the hallway, her steps slow, each one heavier than the last. Her mind echoed with memories of eight years, an entire relationship now reduced to shattered pieces.

By the time she reached the door, a bitter thought crossed her mind—Eight years… and it all ends here, like this. The pain twisted inside her as she walked out of the hospital.

“I would really need a drink right now” she muttered softly as she shook her head walking out of the hospital.