Betrayal

His fingers grazed the dried, ominous stain on the bed, perplexity etched across his features. "Are you a virgin?" A sly grin played upon his lips, a sinister dance of amusement.

"Mr. Cooper," he summoned his butler.

"Greetings, young master," the aged butler bowed.

"Identify the woman from last night," he draped a towel around his waist.

"She..." Mr. Cooper hesitated, stammering.

"She wasn't the one who was arranged for you. When our men went to bring the expected girl from that hotel, they mistakenly took this girl. Please forgive me, young master. I should have been more careful," he confessed cautiously, gauging his young master's reaction.

"I need her again today. I want you to send the same girl," he went to take a shower as his body felt sore totally after the wild night.

"Where did she go? Would she be able to walk on her own?" He engaged in the warm shower, the memories of the prior night flooding back. He was a real beast in bed as nobody could satisfy his sexual desire so easily. he had tried to have sex with so many girls. but nobody could even initiate it. They tried to get in his good book and tried to give fake praise. But she was different. He knew well that she had been cursing him in her mind for the whole night. But he wondered how she managed to cooperate with his moves as she knew well what he wanted. 

"I will get you again no matter how far you want to go away from me. you are mine, only mine" he closed his eyes, imagining her touches in his mascular body.

A girl walked aimlessly, deeply hurt physically and mentally after the harrowing incident. She felt utterly drained, her body too fatigued to move even an inch after the distressing encounter. She yearned to immerse herself in a scalding shower instantly.

"I care about nothing as long as I am with Henry. His love will surely make me forget about last night completely," she wiped the tears that flowed incessantly. What she desired most was a comforting hug from Henry, her love. Despite the immense pain, she quickened her pace towards his home.

"Hey baby, I'm coming to see you," she murmured, running when she caught a glimpse of his home. Reaching the stairs, she paused as a strange noise emanated from the other side of the door.

"Hey babe, what are you doing? I have to go immediately, you know?" A cheerful voice, melodic like a female's, reached her ears.

"I recognize this voice," she thought.

"Hey babe, I want some more fun. Come and spend some more time with me," it unmistakably sounded like Henry.

"What's going on? Am I hallucinating?" She hesitated, then knocked on the door.

"Was last night not enough for you? We can have more passionate nights like the last one when you get rid of that ugly Judy as soon as possible," the words she heard confirmed it was Henry.

"That's not true," she couldn't process it and pushed the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a scene that shattered her world. The scene she witnessed surpassed even her darkest nightmares. The dim light in the room cast shadows on tangled sheets and whispered secrets. Her boyfriend, whom she thought was hers alone, stood near the bed, entangled with her best friend, their intimacy exposed like a cruel betrayal. Frozen in disbelief, her heart pounded in her chest, the air heavy with the stench of deception. Her best friend, Andrea, lay naked under a crumpled white bedsheet. Her boyfriend stood beside the bed in only boxer shorts.

Startled, he looked at the exhausted figure before him. "Judy? When did you come?" he asked, feigning surprise.

"Why? Do you want to spend more time with her?" She refrained from asking, standing silent.

A silent storm raged within her as she beheld the two figures that had been pillars of trust. Andrea, her best friend, smirked with audacious indifference, wrapping a bathrobe around her exposed form.

She stared at him, then turned her gaze towards Andrea, who met her with a smirk before shamelessly covering her exposed body with a nearby bathrobe.

"Don't try to act pathetic. There is no use," Andrea got up from the bed, draped herself in a bathrobe, and responded with a quick peck on Henry's lips.

Judy, still in silence, hoped for a justifiable explanation from both her best friend and boyfriend. The room echoed with Judy's inner turmoil, a tempest of emotions. Henry, her boyfriend, wore a guise of remorse, offering empty apologies. Gentry, a friend who had seemingly accompanied her, revealed a feigned tear.

"Okay, let me answer your questions. I'm sorry, Judy. I am not in love with you anymore. I have someone else more suitable than you," Henry looked at Andrea and smiled.

"I love you, babe," Andrea moved towards him, planting a quick peck on his lips.

Devastated, anger took over Judy's mind. Henry, who stood beside her, pretended to be moved. "I'm so happy that you are alright. Thank you, babe, for coming into my life. But I request you to leave my life completely and respect my decision," he faked a teardrop in his eyes.

"What do you mean? She was puzzled about what he was talking about.

"Do I look fine to your blind eyes?" Judy stared at him with a gloomy face.

He rubbed her face and looked at her.

"No girl will do this for her boyfriend, but you have done this for me. I feel so lucky that I had you by my side," he was about to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"What do you mean exactly? What did I do to you exactly?" She was still frightened.