You get home and see Nikki, wearing only a lingerie, and passionately kissing another man on the couch, using her tongue and caressing his chest. She stops and looks at you with a naughty smile. — Hey, dear! You can watch or go away. Just don’t bother us. She kisses the man again, and gives a wink to tease you even more.

You make it clear that you don't want to stay here anymore. She watches you with an amused smile as she continues her passionate kissing with the other man. The guy starts caressing her ass, pushing his fingers inside her lingerie and playing with her already wet entrance, making her moan loudly. She takes a break from kissing to pant and grunt from pleasure, still staring at you

She gasps as she watches you leaving. She can feel the anger rising up in her. The other man notices it, but doesn't care enough to stop what they were doing. Her face turns red with embarrassment and fury when you start driving away without giving her a second glance. With tears of rage welling in her eyes, she slaps the man across the face and pulls him off her. She stands up, lingerie barely covering her body as she glares at you through the window before storming into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

She reads your text and feels a mix of anger and satisfaction washing over her. It only fuels the fire in her heart. Grabbing some clothes from the closet, she quickly dresses herself before taking out her phone to text you back:

You'll regret this, Tommy. I promise that you will. And when you come crawling back, begging for forgiveness... well, let's just say it won't be as easy as you think.

She glares at the phone in disbelief when she sees that you have blocked her number. How dare he try to control what she can or cannot do? Anger boils up inside her again as she throws the phone across the room. She paces around the bedroom, thinking about what to do next. Part of her wants to leave everything behind and find someone who appreciates her more...someone like him. But another part craves vengeance against you for making her feel this way. For pushing her into the arms of another man.

Suddenly, she gets an idea. A wicked, delicious idea that makes her body heat up in anticipation. Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she decides what she's going to do next...

"Oh yes..." she whispers to herself, her voice hoarse with desire. "That's just what he deserves."

Deciding that she needs some time alone to gather her thoughts and come up with a plan, Nikki leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs to find a bottle of wine in the kitchen. She pours herself a glass, taking long sips as she paces around, lost in thought. The wine loosens her tongue and emboldens her heart, making it easier for her to imagine how she'll make you regret what you did...

She finishes her wine and decides that it's time to put her plan into action. Grabbing her phone from the charger, she searches for a specific number in her contacts list before dialing. After a few rings, a familiar voice picks up on the other end. "Hello?"

She smirks as she speaks, her tone teasing and seductive. "Hey there, sexy...it's me."

"Mmhmm..." she moans, letting the other man believe that it was her body reacting to his voice alone. "I can't wait to see you tonight...we're going to have so much fun." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Maybe we could...bring someone else into our little fun? You know, spice things up?"

The other man lets out a low laugh, his excitement clear even through the phone. "Oh really? Who did you have in mind?" "Well," she says, her voice dripping with seduction, "I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend." She takes another sip of wine before adding, "He was always so controlling...but now that I've had a taste of freedom with you...well, maybe it's time for him to see what he's been missing out on."

There's a long pause on the other end of the line. She can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he considers her proposition. Finally, he speaks up again, his voice thick with desire. "You want me...and him?"

"I do," she replies simply, taking another sip of wine before continuing. "Maybe if we can convince him that he should just be one of us...maybe then he would finally understand what real pleasure feels like." She lets out a soft laugh, sounding almost wistful as she says it.

"Oh fuck yes," the other man moans. "I'd love to see that happen. When do you want to bring him over?"

She smirks into the phone, knowing that she has him hooked. "Well, I haven't heard from him yet...but if I manage to convince him to come over tonight, do you think we could have a little fun together?" Her voice drops even lower as she adds, "Maybe show him what he's been missing out on?"

The other man lets out a loud moan of excitement before answering. "Of course! Anything for you...anything you want." She can almost feel his anticipation through the phone as he continues, "Just make sure to bring him here...I can't wait to see what happens when we all get together."

She giggles, taking another sip of wine. "Oh trust me," she says confidently. "It's going to be one hell of a show."

She hangs up the phone with a satisfied grin on her face. Now all that remains is to convince Tommy Oliver that he should come over tonight...and when he does, she'll make sure he regrets ever leaving her in the first place. Her heart races with anticipation as she begins texting him again, sending him flirty and suggestive messages, hinting at what he could be missing out on if he doesn't agree to come back.

She frowns when she doesn't get any replies from you. Clearly he must still be blocked. She continues texting anyway, trying every flattering and seductive line in the book to get him to unblock her number and come back to her. But each message just seems to bounce back with that annoying notification about being blocked.

After a while, she realizes that there's only one way to make sure you see her messages: text from another phone number. She rummages through her purse until she finds the other man's number and sends him a quick text, asking if she can use his phone to contact you. He responds eagerly, telling her that he'll leave it unlocked for her whenever she needs it. A wicked smile spreads across her face as she hides the phone in her lingerie before heading back upstairs.

Hmm...you know what would really convince him to come back? A little "accidental" photo from our past, showing how much fun we used to have together. I'm sure that will make him remember the good times...and realize just how much he misses them. She types out a message on the other man's phone, attaching one of those "accidental" photos she mentioned before.

Then, carefully hiding the phone in her cleavage so it can send your texts without you knowing, she composes another flirty message and sends it off to you.

She frowns when she sees that it was another fake number you set up after blocking her original one. Her anger rises again as she thinks about how much you're trying to control her and push her away. She decides to try sending a text from yet another phone, using the number of someone else in your contact list. As she composes a new message, her eyes narrow into slits, filled with vengeful determination.

"I hope you know what you're doing," the other man comments as he hands her his phone back, clearly unaware of why she needs so many different numbers to contact you. She gives him a reassuring smile before adding his number to her contacts list under an alias and hiding the phone once more in her lingerie. Now it's just a matter of waiting for your reply...

"Well," she says with a smirk as she puts the other man's phone away, "it seems like you really don't want to talk to me anymore." She leans in close to him, her breath hot against his neck as she whispers, "Fine. Then don't bother coming over tonight...but just remember that there are other men out there who would love the chance to be with someone like me."

Her tone is playful and teasing, but beneath the surface lurks a hidden threat. He feels her weight on him as she presses herself against his body, her breasts flattened against his chest, hips grinding against his crotch in an almost taunting manner. It's clear that she hasn't given up yet...and if anything, this is only making her more determined to have you back under her control.

Her heart flutters with anxiety as the time passes without any word from you. She tries not to let it show, but she can feel her nerves getting the better of her. The other man notices and misunderstands, thinking that she's just nervous about having him there in bed with them tonight. Little does he know how close she is to snapping under the pressure of your silence...and how badly she wants you back under her control again.

She busies herself in the kitchen, making sure everything is perfect for when you arrive. The aroma of food and wine fills the air, mixing with the scent of her arousal as she fantasizes about having you back here with her...but the doubt lingers, making her feel unsettled.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she decides that it's time to send one last message from another phone number in hopes of getting a response out of you. Her fingers tremble as she types out a long, passionate message about how much she misses you and how much better things used to be between them...and then attaches a provocative photo taken during your most intimate moments together as proof of her sincerity. With a shaky breath, she hits send before retreating back into the living room, pacing anxiously while she waits for any sign that you've seen her message at all...

Her heart drops like a stone as she reads your reply. It's clear that you're not going to give in this easily...and the more she thinks about it, the angrier and more humiliated she feels. Her eyes begin to sting with unshed tears of frustration as she slams her phone down on the coffee table, its crack echoing through the room.

She storms into the bedroom, leaving the other man confused and worried about what's going on between them. As soon as the door is shut behind her, she lets out a loud sob, finally giving in to the weight of her emotions. She curls up into a ball on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she tries to figure out what else she can do to make you come back to her...

Her breath hitches as she sees that you've returned home, and for a moment she feels relief wash over her...only to be followed by an even stronger wave of frustration. There is no way she can reach you now, not without revealing herself and risking everything she has left. With another shaky breath, she forces herself up off the bed, wiping away her tears and composing herself before heading downstairs to confront the other man about their arrangement for tonight.

"So," she says with a bright smile, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil churning inside her. "Do you think maybe we should cancel our little...party?" Her voice trails off as he looks at her questioningly, clearly not understanding what she means by their "little party." She takes another deep breath before continuing, "You know, with Tommy...I don't think he's going to come..."

The other man frowns, confused and hurt. It doesn't take long for him to put two and two together as reality sinks in, and his face turns bright red with anger. Before she can say anything else, he storms past her and heads towards the door. "You little bitch!" he shouts over his shoulder before slamming the door behind him, leaving Nikki alone in the quiet living room...and completely at a loss as to what comes next.

"Shit..." she mutters under her breath as she sinks down onto the couch, feeling more lost than ever before. The anger from before has faded, replaced by a horrible emptiness that threatens to swallow her whole. She knows she should try and reach out to someone else for comfort...but who could possibly understand what she's going through right now?

She spends the rest of the night alone in silence, staring blankly at nothing as the tears begin to fall again. Her mind wanders back to happier times with you, reliving memories both good and bad until finally, exhaustion overwhelms her and she falls asleep on the couch. When morning comes, she wakes up feeling even more lost than before...and has no idea what she's going to do next.