Jealousy

DINNER was shared by Andrius, Beatrice, Mr. Johansson, and Samantha.

“How’s the pictorial?” asked Mr. Johansson with a smile written on his lips. “I’m excited to see the portfolio of my daughter.”

“We still have some to do, Dad,” said Sam, sipping her glass of wine.

Andrius took glanced at Sam and then turned his gaze away from the woman. While Beatrice silently watched as she ate. The old man just nodded and continued eating. Later, Mr. Johansson turned to Beatrice.

“Your fiancé is the finest photographer I’ve ever met.”

A proud smile flashed on Beatrice’s lips. She wiped her lips with the table napkin and sipped on her wine. “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Johansson.” She then looked at them. “Andrius is magnificent and I’m proud of him.”

Mr. Johansson nodded, “I know. I hope my daughter could find someone like Andrius,” he said.

Beatrice’s lips rosed. “Let’s drink to that,” she said and raised her glass.

The three of them also raised their glasses. Andrius's hand touched Sam’s hand and they both looked at each other. Then they slowly put down their glasses.

“Samantha and I are planning to spend a vacation in Cebu next year. I guess it’s about time for Luna’s family to meet our daughter.” Beatrice looked at them. “Why not come with us? You would surely love the beaches and the white sand.”

“Oh, I’d love that!” said Beatrice. “It could be a perfect place for our honeymoon. We will be married early next year,” she said, happily. “What do you think, Andrius?” Beatrice then looked at Andrius.

Instead of looking back at his fiancé and answering the question, he focused his attention on Sam. The woman then stopped eating. She wiped her lips and looked at her father.

“Certainly!” it’s Mr. Johansson. “Cebu is a tropical paradise.

Samantha suddenly stood up. “Excuse me.”

Andrius wanted to panic. He had a hunch why Samantha suddenly stood up and left. But he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t show any fondness to Sam while they were facing Beatrice. He just followed her with his gaze.

SAMANTHA’s feet were heavy leaving her companions. She did not like what she heard. She knew she had no right to object to Andrius and Beatrice’s planned marriage, but she could not control her jealousy.

‘Is it possible for me to fall in love easily? Do I really need to love Andrius because of what happened?’ she thought.

She opened her tiny bag to get her make-up kit and had a retouch. When she walked away, she went inside the restroom. She brought her face close to the mirror and retouched her eye shadow. She then noticed her pupils. Indeed, the pupil is truly a reflection of emotion. It will reflect the envy she feels.

She could not ignore that feeling. She is jealous of Beatrice because Andrius loves her and will marry her. She was jealous, because the truth is, she already has feelings for the man.

The restroom door opened. Two women entered. At the same time, they dropped their bag in front of the mirror. One opened the bag to retouch. One of them adjusted her clothes and push her chest up… frowning at the sheer size of her future.

“I think I should have my breast size reduced.”

“What exactly is your brassiere size?”

“Thirty-four D!” The woman sighed. “A terrible size. I want it to be reduced to thirty-two B.” The woman thinks for a while. “B is still a big size, yet I’d be greedy if I’d wish for A.”

"I can give you a name of a plastic surgeon."

“I’ll ask my husband first. I know how he loves them much.”

They both laughed. It was only then that Samantha realized that she had been listening to them for a while. Thus, she decided to come out of the restroom, carrying a thought.

Are men really important in women’s lives?

ANDRIUS threw his body on the bed. He was tired of his last pictorial with Samantha—they did it inside her suite. As the girl wanted to happen, he shot her naked while lying on the bed.

He closes his eyes and massages his forehead to the back of his head.

“Thank you.” It’s Samantha. She was sitting in front of the dresser. Her body was only covered with a blanket.

He opened his eyes. From the mirror, he stared at the beautiful face of the woman. When he put his finger on the girl’s back, she twitched.

“Don’t, Andrius,” she said, softly.

He bent down and brought his face close to the woman’s neck. He could not control himself. He would probably go crazy if he couldn’t claim that Samantha’s beauty again.

“You’re beautiful, Sam.”

Suddenly, the woman stood up. The blanket that covers her body fell to the floor. Andrius’ eyes were focused on her exposed body, full of flattery.

“This isn’t right, Andrius.”

“Sam?” He suddenly locked her inside his embrace. His emotions were overflowing, and he could no longer control them. The heat has spread throughout his body.

“No!” The woman pushed him, but she lacked strength. He suppressed it with a kiss. Later, the woman complied with his request. His hands moved behind her back.

When their lips parted, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. He undressed and kissed the woman on the lips again. As their flesh clung together, the fire of desire to reclaim the woman ignited.

The woman moaned as if in pain, he then hugged her tightly.

“Samantha…”

“Andrius!”

Suddenly, his eyes opened. He was still lying in the bed, and it was inside their suite. And instead of Samantha, he saw his fiancé. Beatrice was sitting next to him.

“You were dreaming,” said Beatrice.

He did not answer. It was just a dream. The things that happened between them are just a part of his dreams—wet dreams. But it seems real. He was in love with Sam and with she gave in to him.

Beatrice lay next to him, staring at the ceiling. “You called Samantha’s name,” she said calmly, but there was a hint of jealousy in the woman’s voice.

In shock, he just looked at his fiancé. He could not speak because he was afraid he might say anything. He doesn’t want to hurt her.

“Did I?”

Beatrice leaned over, facing him. “Have you fucked that woman?” she asked.

He gets up, “What are you talking about?”

Beatrice also got up. “Give me an honest answer, Andrius.”

He nodded.

The woman shook her head and cried. She stood up and went to the dresses. She faced the mirror as tears flow down her cheeks.

He stood up and hugged her tightly. “Forgive me, Beatrice.”

The woman elbowed him and slipped from his embrace. She turned to the closet. Pull off the bag and dropped it on the bed. She took the clothes inside and put them in the bag.

"I'm going back to LA. I'm giving you twelve hours to decide whom you would choose between me and Samantha. "

“Beatrice…” he went closer to her and held her hand, “there’s no reason for me to choose someone else over you. I cheated on you and I’m very sorry.”

Beatrice stared at him, eyes talking… persecuting. He wasn’t sure what he really felt in those moments. The only thing on his mind was the desire not to add pain to Beatrice.

“I’m going with you,” he said in a low voice. That was the only way to calm and warm the feelings of his fiancé whom he betrayed.

Beatrice burst into tears, and he hugged her tightly. Saying the two words: I’m sorry, repeatedly.