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

 

your thing inside of your pants. Is that really so

 

forehead twists into

 

Finally he said,

 

glare at him and boom through my clenched

 

him, so hard across the face that his head almost knocks on the doorframe. Before he realizes what happened, I

 

pouring outside. I want to head back, but

 

Natalia. You just locked yourself in

 

my face

 

one and two person on my contact list are Jenna and my

 

need right now

 

my contact list while my body shivers in the rain.

 

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

 

***

 

gotta have both the money and the power to be part of this community. Now as I open

 

Why can’t you give me a call and

 

into the house. “Mom

 

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

 

to visit you,

 

smile on her face faints, as she tucks a lock of hair to the

 

undeniably stunning, with her 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

 

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

 

Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not a good time, I can easily get room

 

staying

 

a penthouse. Why am I

 

left. When mom opens his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned back. Everything

 

loves to collect weird and funny 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

 

and my

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