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 somehow,

 

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

 

forehead twists

 

Nat.” Finally he said, “Don’t

 

chest. I glare at him and boom through

 

on the doorframe. Before he realizes what happened, I

 

pouring outside. I want to head

 

Natalia. You just locked yourself

 

wipe the rain off my face and take out my

 

want to call someone. The top one and two person on my contact list are Jenna and my dad, none

 

now is another “you

 

shivers in the rain. Suddenly my

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

can’t you give me a call and let me pick

 

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

 

talking about?” her

 

visit you,

 

as she tucks a lock of

 

She is well aware of her physical

 

the time about how good I look. But I don’t care much about my appearance. And as it turns out, a

 

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

 

business trip and Eason is staying at

 

my stepbrother has a penthouse. Why am I

 

like clock has been turned back. Everything is the same

 

collection to drink water, and he told me this seemingly normal teacup is actually passed down from Victoria Era and worth

 

me and my

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