Serena’s POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and my lips curved. Today was the day — the day I finally gave myself to my boyfriend of three years, Ethan. It was also our anniversary. I really hope he’d like my gift... !
I took a double check again to see if I was well-dressed and a smile touched my lips. I was wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever laid my eyes on.
This had cost a month’s salary. But it’d be worth it after I give myself to Ethan.
My cheeks blushed red just by the thought. I slid a coat onto my body and picked up the wine I had bought and walked out. Fortunately, my boyfriend lived just a few blocks away from my apartnt.
A few minutes later, I finally reached his apartnt and I took a deep breath.
"This is it. It would finally be happening." I squealed before inputting the password.
The door clicked open, and I walked in. My eyes scanned the surroundings and I frowned. The house was too quiet.
I checked my wristwatch. It was 9pm. Ethan always returned by 8pm. His car which was parked right outside was a testant to that.
Dropping the wine on the table, I bit my lips before walking further in. All of a sudden, my eyes landed on a red underwear and my brows furrowed.
My heart raced, suddenly having a bad feeling. I walked to his room and then—I heard sounds. Sounds which could make ones cheeks redden just by listening to it.
"F*ck it! You’re so good, baby."
My hands instantly flew to my mouth. That was my boyfriend’s voice.
"Who is better—Serena or I?" I heard another voice, one which seed too familiar.
I waited for Ethan’s response. But I didn’t need his response before I knew that I’d be hurt by his words.
"Of course, it’s you baby. That prude cannot compare to a strand of your hair."
What followed was the slapping of skins and loud moans.
I swallowed bitterly. I looked down at the lingerie which I was putting on, and I scoffed. Unable to take the crude sounds anymore, I kicked the door open.
The sound attracted the cheating pair. And just as I expected, the girl was my colleague at work.
Imdiately they saw , they struggled to leave each other’s bodies, and they were quick to leave the bed.
I watched my boyfriend take a step towards with his dick dangling in between his legs, having no sha at all.
I folded my arms, staring at Ethan and Jessica. I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I wasn’t like those other won who’d cry after catching her boyfriend cheating.
"Go on. Carry on. Weren’t you enjoying yourselves?" I egged them on. Although my face was calm, my eyes couldn’t hide the hurt I felt. After all, I had given three years of my life to Ethan. It’d be stupid if I wasn’t hurt.
"Babe, it’s not what it looks like." Ethan was quick to defend himself.
I scoffed. Did he think I’d be so foolish to believe his words?
"Perhaps I need glasses. Ethan, today is our three-year anniversary. But you are cheating on ," I pointed to Jessica who had a taunting smirk on her face. "And with her. You are aware of how much she bullied at work."
Ethan’s face changed. "This is all your fault. It wouldn’t have happened if you had just been a nice little b*tch and gave yourself to ."
"Yes, Serena. You couldn’t give Ethan what he wanted, but I on the other hand," Jessica rubbed her hands on his chest provocatively. "Gave him what he needed."
I clenched my fists tightly by my side. Her words got to and before I knew what was happening, I had punched her face.
"What? Serena! What the hell is wrong with you?" Ethan was quick to hold Jessica and I chuckled bitterly.
"Three years." I said, raising my fingers at him. "I gave you three years, Ethan. And what did you do? You cheated on ."
"Serena, take a look at yourself. Do you think anyone would want you? You are not as sexy as , and you’ll never know how to satisfy a man."
I bit my lips. My eyes stung with tears but I won’t give them that victory. I blinked back my tears.
"You know what? A scumbag and a whore, perfect fit. We are done, Ethan." I said, my tone carrying finality.
I turned my back, but before I left, I punched Ethan. He was a scumbag, and didn’t deserve .
"Serena, what the fuck?"
Ethan scread after , but I didn’t give a hoot about him. I could hear his curses behind , but I didn’t bother about him.
I picked up the wine, and walked out. When I stepped out, the air hit my skin and I looked up to the sky.
"I need a drink." I muttered to myself. Fortunately, there was a bar around the corner.
I sent a text ssage to my best friend to et at the bar. I needed soone to be by my side.
Today, I would be doing what I never did — I’ll get drunk.
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The bar was dimly lit, the music soft but heavy with heartbreak. I slumped onto one of the stools and signaled the bartender.
"Tequila. Straight." I ordered.
The bartender gave a cautious look, but one glance at my face and he didn’t ask questions. The liquid burned down my throat, a sharp contrast to the numbness in my chest.
I stared at the bottle on the counter, thinking of how foolish I’d been and thinking love was enough.
"Serena!"
I turned to see my best friend, Maya, rushing toward . Her hair was a ss, and her slippers slapped against the floor as she approached. She must’ve co straight from ho.
"Tell it’s not true," she said, taking a seat beside .
"It is," I said flatly.
Her eyes widened. "That son of a b*tch! I knew he was trash from the mont he tried to flirt with the waitress last Christmas. And Jessica? That plastic witch from the office? God, Serena, I swear I could strangle them both!"
I smiled faintly. "Get in line."
Maya sighed, taking my hand. "You don’t deserve this. You gave him everything. From your ti to your trust. And he throws it away for office trash? He’s going to regret it, mark my words."
I took another drink. "Maybe he won’t. Maybe I was just... easy to replace."
"Don’t you dare say that," Maya snapped. "You’re smart, beautiful, and too damn good for him. If he couldn’t see that, that’s his blindness, not yours."
I chuckled weakly. "You always know what to say."
"Of course I do. That’s what best friends are for," she said, clinking her glass against mine.
I nodded, taking another shot. One beca two. Two beca four. The music started to blur with the laughter around us. My body felt lighter, my heart still cracked but not bleeding as much.
"I need to dance," I muttered, sliding off the stool.
Maya grinned widely. "That’s my girl."
I swayed toward the dance floor, letting the rhythm drown out my thoughts. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the heartbreak, but for the first ti that night, I felt free.
Then I felt him.
A warm steady presence behind . He was close enough that I could feel his breath near my ear.
I turned, and my gaze collided with a pair of dark, unreadable eyes. The stranger was tall, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He looked like trouble, the kind that could make you forget your na.
"You look like you could use another drink," he said, his voice deep and rough.
"I’ve had enough," I replied, trying to sound unaffected.
"Then maybe you need sothing else."
Before I could respond, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against my arm as he leaned in. My back t the wall, and my breath caught.
"Who are you?" I managed to whisper.
He smiled faintly, a dangerous, knowing curve of his lips.
"Soone who doesn’t cheat," he murmured before his lips claid mine.
The world spun.
The heartbreak. The tequila. The heat of his mouth — it all lted into one dizzying mont.
And for that fleeting second, I didn’t think about Ethan. I didn’t think about Jessica. I just felt myself lting into a stranger’s arms.
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