I am outside my boyfriend’s apartment.

 

I just took a 10-hour flight from East Coat to the West, transferred twice, switched subway, and then bus, just to get here in time to surprise him on his birthday.

 

And here I am.

 

Listening to him fucking another woman inside that door.

 

“Oh yes…oh Zack babe…fuck me! Fuck!”

 

I can clearly hear the bed rattling, sweaty flesh smashing against each other, husky morns of pleasure.

 

I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

 

All these times he’s been begging me to come and visit, and this is his welcome gift? Cheating on me with another woman?

 

I feel betrayed, furious, and disgusted. Before I know it, I’m banging on his apartment door.

 

“Zack! Open the fucking door! Zack!”

 

The sound suddenly stops. A moment later, the door flies open as Zack appears behind it. His chest is naked, hair all raffled, I can still see all the hickey on his neck.

 

“Nat!” His eyes widen in panic, “What are you doing here?”

 

I can’t stop my voice from trembling. “What the hell are you doing? Have you been cheating on me? Who is in there!”

 

I shove him aside and try to push myself into the door. But Zack grabs my arm and stops me, as he growls, “Calm down! Will you?”

 

He runs his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated. “Look…Nat, I never meant for you to find out about this. But think about it, for the past one year we are almost never together. You never visit. What do you expect me to do?”

 

I can’t believe my ear.

 

the cheater. And somehow,

 

keep your thing inside of your pants. Is that really

 

twists into

 

he said, “Don’t be

 

boom through my clenched teeth, “Never, ever, call me a BABY!

 

on the

 

building and suddenly realize it’s pouring outside. I want to head

 

Natalia. You just locked yourself

 

rain off my face and take out

 

two person on my contact list are Jenna and my dad, none of whom

 

I need right now is another “you should

 

body shivers in the rain. Suddenly my finger stops at someone’s

 

soaking wet and have no place to go to. What better idea do I

 

***

 

money and the power to be part of this community. Now as I open the passenger door, someone rushes over and

 

me a call and let me

 

drag me into the house. “Mom I’m fine…I’m probably just here

 

talking about?” her

 

visit you, mom.” I tell her,

 

as she tucks a lock of hair to the back of her

 

is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she

 

mirror. Zack once said he fell for me instantly the first time he saw me and he compliments me all the time about how good I look. But I don’t care much about my appearance. And as it turns out, a

 

the sad look on mom’s face, I already regretted my earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not

 

business trip and Eason is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his

 

has a penthouse.

 

the second floor, first door to the left. When mom opens his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned

 

use a teacup in his collection to drink water, and he told me this seemingly normal teacup is actually passed down from Victoria Era and worth thousands of dollars. It shocked the crap out of me. But he just

 

me and my mom, I

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