The Man They Blame

Black dress trap

“Who does he think he is, daring to act like that toward me!” Erin slammed her bedroom door shut with a violent force.

Because of Derek’s demand for a divorce, Erin became enraged and left the hospital that very second. She could not accept Derek’s attitude toward her, yet she also refused to let him go.

The woman threw herself onto the bed, her hands clenching the bedsheets tightly, her face flushed with fury. “Derek, you will never slip through my fingers. You will be mine forever until the day I decide to let you go.”

She believed she knew Derek inside and out. She knew what kind of man he was, and she knew that, fundamentally, he was a good person. Therefore, she needed to do something to win the sympathy and attention of that "good man," and she was certain it would be easy.

She then got up and immediately began formulating a plan. “Dick, let’s party tonight.” She contacted the man and hung up the phone as soon as she heard his affirmation on the other end.

A smile spread across her lips as she pulled out a dress. Erin stepped out of her room in a tight black dress with a low neckline that left her breasts almost spilling out.

Erin was a beautiful woman, she had a charming face and a near-perfect body with the exact proportions that men desired. She had a voluptuous bust and wide hips.

Seeing Erin emerge, Dick, who was waiting for her outside, smiled. He was a victim of Erin’s appearance, a worshiper of those beautiful curves, and addicted to the pleasure she provided. “Evening, baby.” The man immediately embraced her, kissing her lips with intense lust while placing his hands on her hips.

Erin reacted indifferently, smiling with pride at the way Dick knelt before her.

The man was truly drunk on love for her. He rushed to open the car door for Erin and immediately took her to a nightclub. They stopped at a grand underground club, one accessible only to the most influential people.

As soon as they entered, men’s eyes wandered wildly toward Erin, targeting her chest immediately. They didn't hesitate to enjoy the view, as if it were being offered voluntarily by the owner, who even smiled proudly at those wild stares.

Erin began to sway in the middle of the party with a cocktail in her hand. She danced with Dick, which soon invited a swarm of other men to approach them aggressively.

They drew closer, surrounding Erin. The wilder Erin moved, the more they narrowed the distance, pressing their bodies against her. Intentionally provoking this, Erin quickly directed Kitty—her assistant whom she had brought along—to record the video immediately.

She had told Kitty about the plan beforehand. Kitty returned to her spot and sent the video to Derek, smiling to herself. “Miss Erin is truly tempting; there is no sane man who could resist her.”

Not satisfied with that, Erin began to drape her arms around Dick and kissed his lips. Dick reacted immediately, deepening the kiss and wasting no time letting his hands wander. His hands began to move wildly, feeling and squeezing Erin’s buttocks. The goal was to provoke Derek and force him to come and retrieve Erin.

Derek watched the video and immediately recognized it as a staged act orchestrated by Erin. “She’s still the same.” He ignored it, setting his phone back down on the table.

Erin approached Kitty in the middle of the party. “How is it? What did he say? Is he coming?”

Kitty looked at her fearfully and shook her head. “No, miss.”

Erin’s jaw tightened, and she grabbed a glass of vodka, downing it in one gulp. She threw herself back into the party, moving even more wildly. She danced erotically in the middle of the bar, moving recklessly to showcase her curves.

All eyes were on her. They cheered and joined in on the pleasure Erin was inciting out of spite. Many men approached her as Dick lost his sobriety; they were like termites swarming around her, stealing opportunities to grope her body.

Erin, intoxicated, laughed. She welcomed them gladly, letting them touch her thighs, hold her hands, kiss her neck, and even squeeze her breasts.

But her mind was on Derek. She reached for her phone. While a man was kissing the swell of her breast, she took a photo of herself and sent it to Derek. “Derek, I’m drunk, I have no bodyguard, and these men won't let me leave.”

Looking at the photo in the message, Derek’s expression turned cold. He replied, “Drink some water and sober up. Tomorrow, we will sign the divorce papers.”

Reading the message, Erin became even more furious. Losing all control, she surrendered herself to the men, pressing against them and continuing to tease them.