4. I met him first

Adriana Jensen

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I didn’t understand what was going on. I couldn’t make it make sense.

Fabiola was my best friend. We had been friends for almost three years. Benjamin was my boyfriend. We had been dating for a year. Why the hell was Fab flipped on her stomach and Ben was sliding his length in and out of her, both of them too focused to notice that I was in the room?

“Oh, fuck, Ben, I’m so close.” The person I called my best friend cried out, burying her face in the pillow.

“Yeah, baby, come around my cock.” Baby? Ben had never called me baby. He always referred to me by my name, nothing more. I thought it was because he didn’t like endearments which was why I didn’t call him any nicknames either.

“Are you going to come inside me?”

“Your pussy is so damn tight for me to even slip out. Fuck.”

How long had this been going on for them to do it so casually? Was that why Fab refused to follow me? So they could have their time together? I thought she liked Saint. What was she doing with my boyfriend?

All these while, Ben had been a sweetheart about waiting for when I was ready. Was it all a facade? How long had he been cheating on me? How long had they been cheating on me?

“Way better than your girlfriend’s, right?”

Ben tutted. “She won’t even let me hit. Thank fuck I told you about the vacation first.”

A whimper left my lips when I realized I had no answers to the many questions running through my head, making their attention snap toward me. He told her about the vacation first. Did that mean she came here knowing Ben was going to bring me here? And the audacity for them to do it in the bed I was going to sleep tonight?

Their faces portrayed their shock for a moment, but as though I wasn’t there, they continued having sex. I was going to be sick.

“Are you guys kidding me?” I yelled when they didn’t care that they had been caught and just continued. Tears were freely rolling down my cheeks at this point but I was too damn angry to care about them seeing me cry.

“I’m almost done, Adriana. Wait a minute.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words could come out. I felt stupid as the lingerie underneath clung to me like a second skin. I felt hurt as I realized Ben didn’t even care about my feelings. I felt betrayed as I realized Fab didn’t give a shit about me as well. I wanted to hurt them as much as I was hurting at the moment.

I opened the shopping bag with me and threw the first candle at them. It hit Ben square in the back.

“What the fuck?”

I threw the second one and it did the job of him slipping out of her, his length slick from her juices. They were fully naked and were finally looking at me.

“I hate you both and I never want to see you again.” One by one, I emptied the contents of the bag at them.

Fabiola didn’t move. She didn’t try to tell me it was a mistake. It wasn’t. She didn’t try to calm me down. She didn’t care. She knew a day would come when they would get caught so she merely covered up her naked body with the duvet, hoping the things I threw at her wouldn’t touch her.

When the bag became empty, I grabbed the first thing I could find, which happened to be a vase. I was going to throw it at them when Ben finally grabbed my hand. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I spat out, but he didn’t listen. He never did.

We fought for it until it clattered to the ground, breaking right next to our feet. As soon as my hand was free, I slapped him. “What the–“

“You’re disgusting.” I interrupted him as I tried to stop the tears. I didn’t know how the trip took such a turn. It was just our first day here. “Both of you are,” I added, locking eyes with Fab whose gaze was blank. I wanted to cry again. Three years of friendship out the window just like that,

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m a man with needs. I need to fuck to function. If you’re not giving me pussy, I have to get it outside, don’t I?”

“You’re a pig.” I cried out. If he wanted to have sex, he could have just broken up with me when he realized I couldn’t give him what he wanted. Why did he have to stay and betray me with my very best friend? It couldn’t even be a stranger? “How long have both of you been fucking?” I was never this crude, but I was very fucking angry at the moment; angry, hurt, sad, betrayed. The girl I was supposed to run to when I had problems was currently the cause of my problems.

I knew I wouldn’t like the answer, but I needed to know. I didn’t want my stupid heart to feel guilty about cutting them off. “Why does that matter?”

“Answer me!”

“Two years,” Fabiola answered for him. “I met him first.”

I was really going to be sick. What exactly was her logic? She met him first and thought she had the right to do what she wanted with him. Why did she let me date him then?

It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and I couldn’t do anything about it. Knowing all hope was lost for both of them, I turned on my heels and slammed the door shut. I sat down in the living room area, my hands shaking as I looked for an available flight that night.

My eyes were blurry and I had to rub them continuously so I could see my screen. It was just my poor luck that there were no available flights. Not tonight. Not tomorrow morning as well.

As I tried to think of what to do next, the moaning continued and I almost lost it. If I was a violent person, I would have strangled both of them with my hands. They were vile and stupid and disgusting and irritating and fuck, they were messing with my fucking head.

I took a deep breath and put my dirty clothes in the pocket of my suitcase, trying not to lose my calm.

Fabiola liked Saint, Ben’s uncle, which meant the man was involved in both their lives.

Ben continued to fuck Fabiola because I didn’t give him sex. Measly sex. That was the issue. This goddamned virginity of mine.

I’d planned to lose it this night so I was going to lose it anyway while paying them back for betraying me. When I did, I would take a picture and send it to both of them so they would feel just as hurt as I was currently feeling.

I blocked out all rational thoughts as I took my suitcase with me and left the suite, heading straight for Saint’s suite. I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I wasn’t, but I wasn’t in any position to. I just found out my boyfriend and best friend were cheating on me. It was only natural I lost a few brain cells because of it.

I arrived in front of the door and wiped my tears furiously, making sure there were no traces of tears before I finally rang the doorbell.

My eyes were probably puffy and red, but I tried not to give a shit about it just yet. My brain was only focused on revenge. How would Benjamin feel if he found out I fucked his uncle?

It felt like hours when in reality it was only a few minutes before the door was pulled open. He looked confused as he saw me standing there, and even more so when I pushed past him and entered his suite. It was the same as ours and if I closed my eyes, I was certain I would hear the sounds Fabiola was making behind the room door.

“Adriana.” He called out slowly and carefully as his eyes traveled down my form. It was the first time I was seeing his brown eyes and they looked more beautiful than mine. “What are you doing here?”

Everything in me told me to stop and leave; book a new room and book a flight whenever it because available but I wanted to make one bad decision for myself.

Against all odds, I let go of my suitcase and turned to fully face him. With as much courage as I could muster, I finally spoke. “I want you to make love to me.”