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.

 

is the cheater. And

 

I expect you to keep your thing inside of your pants. Is

 

forehead twists into

 

Finally he said,

 

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

 

the face that his head almost knocks on the doorframe. Before he realizes what happened, I turn my heel and

 

pouring outside. I want to

 

job, Natalia. You just locked

 

the rain off my face and take out my

 

are Jenna and my

 

need right now is another “you should

 

list while my body shivers

 

exhausted and soaking wet and have no place to

 

***

 

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

 

happened! You are drenched! Why can’t you give me a call and let me pick you up

 

the house. “Mom I’m fine…I’m

 

about?” her tone rises, “Aren’t you here

 

here to visit you, mom.” I

 

her face faints, as she tucks a

 

oval blue eyes and thick brown hair cascades down past her shoulder. She is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my dad years ago and threw herself right into the arms

 

a lot, like looking into the 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 pretty face is not enough to hold

 

regretted my earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not a

 

Eason is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his old room

 

my stepbrother has a penthouse. Why am I

 

room is on the second floor, first door 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

 

stuffs when he travels abroad. All his collections are shockingly expensive. One time I wanted to 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 laughed and tossed me the teacup like it’s

 

and my mom, I

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