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.

 

cheater. And somehow,

 

keep your thing inside of your

 

twists into a

 

Finally he said,

 

repeatedly against my chest. I glare at him and boom through my clenched teeth, “Never, ever, call me a BABY! You

 

so hard across the face that his head almost knocks on the

 

pouring outside. I want to

 

You just locked yourself in the

 

my face and

 

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

 

last thing I need right now is another “you

 

body shivers in the rain.

 

contacting this person…but I am exhausted and soaking wet and have no place to go to.

 

***

 

cab pulls over in front a townhouse. This is the most prestigious area in the city. You gotta have both the 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 pick you up at the

 

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

 

about?” her tone rises, “Aren’t

 

visit you, mom.” I

 

face faints, as she tucks a lock of hair to

 

brown hair cascades down past her shoulder. She is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my dad years ago and

 

he fell for me instantly the first time he saw me and he compliments me all the time about how

 

regretted my earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not a good time, I can easily get room at

 

business trip and Eason is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his old room tonight. Come,

 

a penthouse.

 

to the left. When mom opens his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned back. Everything is the same as I remembered it. Posters on the wall, his skateboard at the corner, and a glass

 

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 laughed and tossed me the teacup like

 

me and

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