Chapter 7

Mitchelle's POV

"Jesus Christ, Mitch. You scared me," Chole said with widened eyes.

The two people sprawling on the bed were no other than my best friend and boyfriend. Chole makes a bad attempt at untangling her naked self from Lucas.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. I... I didn't know you will be, emmm, back soon," Chole stammered after covering herself.

I stared from her to Lucas in doubt. Lucas didn't look a bit remorse for his actions and looked back at me, smirking.

"I have just one question Chloe. How long has this been going on?" I asked, unable to stop my voice from breaking. The last thing I will like is to make them see my weakness.

"It's not what you think Mitch. It was just after your birthday," Chole said, fidgeting with the bedsheets.

"My birthday was over five months ago. I thought you were my best friend Chole. How could you betray me this much?" I screamed, my anger heightening with each word.

"I'm really sorry Mitch. I didn't want you to find out this way. You just had everything perfect and had your way around men and everything you do. You have always been perfect since childhood; your once perfect family, your perfect A's, your love life, I was just fed up. I'm tired of living in your shadows, okay? You're way more prettier than me. I bet you will find someone else." Chole rambled.

I stare at her in shock, not believing a word she says. No, Chole can't do this to me, can she? I turn my face to Lucas.

"And you? Do you have some half-baked explanation to give too on how perfect I am? You have some pent up excuses?" I asked with sarcasm.

"Don't try to play the victim here Mitchelle. You don't get to act like we are a perfect couple. I have been patient enough with you for four years. The only thing we get to do is make out, nothing more. I try to keep my hands to myself all the time, but I'm a man with needs Mitch. I needed more," he screamed.

"Oh, I bet you do. With my best friend I presume." I asked sardonically.

"You said you will give me your virginity when you turn 25, but after your birthday, you said we should wait until we get married. I told you I didn't want to get married but you didn't listen. You are an ungrateful little bitch." Lucas screamed, his veins popping out.

"I want a family, Lucas. But now I know you don't, you can go to hell with yourself bitch Chole and do whatever you fucking like!" I screamed back, willing myself not to cry.

We were both silent for a while, staring at each other, gasping for breath.

"You know, for a while, I thought you were keeping yourself because you were virtues, but I never knew you were a cheap prostitute, jumping on the first man you see and having a night fucking stand. And don't start with those fake tears. I knew you enjoyed the way a stranger fucked you all night at a club. You take me for a fool, expecting me to wait till you're ready," he added with a sneer.

That was the cue my tears desperately needed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I screamed at him with tears rolling from my cheeks.

"I never intended to stay anyways." He said and turned to Chole. "Come over if this bitch throws you out. We have styles to explore," he said with a wide grin and left.

"Look Mitch, I know this will be very hard on you right now, but I'm sorry. I promise, I will never see him again. We are best friends for life, remember?" Chole said with tears.

"I trusted you Chole. I loved you like a sister. I did everything I could with you. Yet, you fucking betrayed me? You're evil Chole and I want you to leave my house right now. Leave!" I screamed and sat on the floor.

"This is our house Mitch, but if you want me to leave, I will. I just hope your little job at the café can pay the bills," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I watched in between tears as she packs her bags and fold her clothes into them. My best friend is leaving me without even caring about my feelings.

I stay at my spot on the floor as she sashayed out of the room. Out of the house. Out of my life. Forever.

I break down in tears and weep on the cold floor till I fell asleep.

I wake up in the midnight to the missed calls on my phone. I see my boss's number amongst it and sigh in defeat. I'm probably gonna get sacked anyways.

I opted to take a hot bath and removed my clothes, viewing the red angry marks from my tigh. I sighed and enter the rose scented bathtub and scrub every part of my body the stranger must have touched. I feel the tingle in my upper thigh and is surprisingly turned on by it.

No, this isn't right. I should be angry with that bastard Yates for doing this to me.

I remember that I have the house all to myself and cry again, heartbroken about my friendship.

I wipe myself dry after the bath and changed into my pink pinjamas, deciding to sleep away the bad memories of the past hours.

I tired to push away everything from my mind: The stranger, Chole, Lucas, every human being.

I rolled on my bed a long time, too tired to cry again. I gave up and picked up my laptop, searching for Yates on the internet.

A few names popped up including a gay billionaire CEO named Yates. It couldn't be him could he?

I searched further and found out about his identical twin brother, Jason Yates? Is he the fucking bastard?