Jennifer sat in front of her boyfriend's Mercedes Benz with the traces of concern and worry boldly unscripted on her face. Her eyes were almost tightly glued on the glass. She only wanted to see one person. That was Lucy. Donald glanced at her from time to time. How was he supposed to let her know that there was no reason for her to be worried? Jennifer somehow believed the cheap lie Donald had told her earlier on. According to the man she loved, Lucy had somehow walked off in her drunken state without knowing.
"Babe, I already told you to relax your nerves," Donald said to her in a slightly tense tone. He was going crazy by the way Jennifer was acting.Jennifer turned to him. Her eyes were almost watery. It was obvious she loved her best friend so dearly. Little did she know the love was not mutual in any way."Are you being serious right now?" She asked. "Are you asking me to not worry about my best friend? Do you know what she means to me?"Oh my goodness," Lucy said. "I thought I would never make it out of here. "Please, help me out." She stretched her hand for him to grab. But Donald was not in the mood for any of this. He had just followed an untrustworthy friend of Jennifer to play games behind her back. He loved Jennifer. They loved each other a whole lot. And the time had come when he started to consider putting a ring on her finger to seal her officially as his. As a matter of fact, he had intended to propose to her tonight. But with the sudden turn of events, it was difficult to go on with the plans. He reluctantly grabbed her hand and helped her out. "You know," she said, "you could have simply let me remain in your house." Donald was infuriated by her words. He pushed her against the car with a fiery glare in his eyes. "Ugh!" Lucy let out a faked moan. Donald let go immediately and stroked his hair in frustration. "What has gotten into you?!" Lucy grinned. "Is this how you handle my friend in bed? I like
Lucy purposely didn't return home last night. She needed to make sure that her lie was properly cooked. If she had returned home without being found or simply on her own, it would have been suspicious. So, she spent the night away to give her best friend a proper reason to be concerned about her. After the time spent with Donald a few meters from the house,she insisted that she would follow him back to his house and spend the night there. But Donald had no room in his heart to entertain her nuisance. However, at the same time, he cared for his love, Jennifer, well enough to not let her feel the heartbreak of being betrayed by a trusted friend. So, he opted to keep her in a hotel from which she would find her way home the next morning. Lucy was up on her feet dialing the line of Donald as early as six-thirty in the morning. "Hello, babe," Donald's voice creeped into her ears through the phone. "I think something might have happened to Lucy," she said in a nervous tone. "She's not ba
The mention of the gold ring made Lucy feel a slight sense of discomfort. She was wearing the ring on her finger and was not mindful enough to have taken it out before she got home. But then, Jennifer already saw it. She had to play along. "Oh yes, he did," she continued with her lie. "That's so cute," Jennifer said with a lovely smile on her face. "But you could have told me, you know. We are best friends." Lucy gave her a false smile. "I'm so sorry. Don't worry you will get to meet with him soon." A cute smile crossed the face of Jennifer. Little did she know that the person she trusted with every good thing in her was scheming the most dreadful betrayal. "I can't wait to meet your man," she said. "But you will have to make me a promise. You know, right?" "Promise?" Lucy asked. Jennifer nodded. "A promise that I will see him soon." Lucy forced a chuckle. "Of course, you will. And yeah, I got you a few things." "That's so sweet of you, Lucy. But I don't think I can s
A couple of hours later, when it was already getting dark into the night, she had her bath and changed into a nightgown. It was already about two hours and getting to the third hour since her boyfriend said he wanted to make something for her by himself. She was already hungry and needed something to eat. "Babe!" She called out as she descended slowly through the stairs. There was no response. "Who's there?" She asked again,her eyes flashing from corner to corner in search of life as she walked into the big living room. While she was there, both her ears and nose picked the presence of life. She could hear the voice of someone singing. Her nose could perceive the aroma of something delicious. She was about to trace the sound and aroma when Donald walked out of the kitchen into the dining room with a tray of food in his hands. "You are here already," Donald said with a cute smile on his face as he set the meal. "Yeah," Jennifer replied. "I had to wash up and come down." "Come he
Donald returned to the dining with a faint and half-hearted smile on his face. "Is everything okay?" Jennifer asked. She sensed the tiredness on her man's face. "Not really, sweetheart. I have to get to the office in the next thirty minutes." "What?" Jennifer said with a little scowl on her face. "Why are you going to the office?" Donald forced a grin. "I made it clear I didn't want to take the call. But you insisted. Well, I have to deal with the result of taking the call." "Hmm," Jennifer exhahed tiredly. "When will you be back?" Donald stroked his hair. He had no answer to the question. He didn't even know what Lucy was going to say. But he just wanted to go. "I will try to be back as soon as possible." Donald walked over to her and landed a soothing peck on her cheek. Jennifer, though wanted to spend the moment with him, could not do anything to make him stay. He needed to work. It was important. A couple of moments later, Donald was driving his sports car into the
Jennifer was restless while she waited for her man to return. She had earlier on wished to have dinner with him. With hopes that he would definitely return from work early, she decided not to eat or drink until he was back. But then, it was a few minutes past one in the night and he was yet to be back. After calling severally times, Donald didn't take any of his calls. "Damn it, Donald!" She said with the look of frustration. She dialed his number again, hoping earnestly that he would take the call. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the sane response arrived again… "The person you are calling is not available at the moment." She flung the phone on one of the couches and sat down in frustration. While she was there, a thought came to her head. She had the office line. With a new surge of hope, she stood up and grabbed the phone. When she dialed, it took only a couple rings before someone picked up. "Hello, we are off services at the moment. You can call during work hours.
The next morning, Jennifer was in the kitchen, trying to make a hangover soup for Donald. Though it was weird that he told her he was going to the office and somehow ended up getting heavily drunk, she still felt they was a reason for it. She was still in the kitchen when she heard her phone ringing. With a sense of haste, she strode away from the kitchen in a bid to take the call. But it was done ringing before she could get to it. When she swiped her phone, she could see message notification from Lucy. She had sent her a picture. When she opened it, her jaw dropped. Strength left her legs and she fell into the couch. "Do..donald?" She muttered shakily. Right on her screen was a picture of a lady close enough to Donald for comfort. It was right in his car. Where did he fucking go last night? She dialed Lucy's line immediately. "Hello, Lucy!" She said in an agitated tone as the call connected. "Hello, girl," Lucy said in a very calm tone. "What did you just send to me? Isn
When Jennifer got back home, Lucy was not there. Her heart felt heavy and stolen from her at the same time. The least thing she expected in her life was for someone like Donald who she loved dearly to betray her by seeing someone else. She dropped her luggage and fell on the floor. She had got a couple of beers from the roadside mall before entering the house. For someone who wasn't inclined to that kind of life, she started emptying the contents of the bottles one after the other with much ease. It was after the third bottle had gone halfway that the door flung open and Lucy walked in. On seeing Jennifer's situation, she stormed to her and snatched the bottle from her hand. Jennifer belched, giving off a breath filled with the stench of alcohol. "My God! Jennifer, your breath stinks!" Lucy said in disgust. "What have you gotten yourself into?" "Give me my beer," Jennifer said, her hand gesticulating that Lucy should return the beer she took from her hand. "This? There is no
Meanwhile, Vicky, on the other hand, was feeling frustrated. Not because she had not gotten what she wanted—of course she always wanted Mike, and now she had him. What else could she possibly want except one thing? To give him a child. Yes, she always said that she would be able to easily give Mike a child. But now that she's in the same situation as Jennifer, it seems as though she could not even do what Jennifer could do. Despite always getting intimate with Mike, she was unable to bring a child for him at all. Instead, it was after a long time that she got pregnant. She was surprised because during those weeks, two weeks or more, she was not in any intimate session with Mike, but she got pregnant. That was when she realized the pregnancy was definitely not for Mike and was for her boyfriend, Ronald. She went to see the doctor to confirm, and he told her the pregnancy was just a few days old, which clearly meant it belonged to Ronald. She felt so frustrated and thought she sho
“Why are you shouting at me? Don’t you remember what happened?” she shouted back, but Mike couldn’t recall anything, his mind blank from the alcohol. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he accused, hoping it was all a dream. “How could I plan this? Did I take you to the bar to get drunk?” she replied, feigning anger while secretly enjoying the situation. Mike realized that while being drunk was his fault, he couldn’t entirely blame Vicky. He stood silently, looking at her before speaking. “You won’t tell anyone about this. Jennifer must not find out. I made a mistake, and it won't happen again. Do you understand?” he said. Vicky, knowing that once Mike had been intimate with her, he would want more, just nodded. “Why would I tell Jennifer? I want the best for your marriage. This was your mistake, and I warned you about it. But here you are, finally making that huge mistake,” she said, grabbing the bedsheet and leaving the room. Mike sat on the bed, frustrated and confused about
“I am not running away from you. Get that into your head. I’m just going out, okay? You can stay and do whatever you want. I don’t plan on getting involved with you again. I made a huge mistake getting involved with you, and I won’t go back on it. Instead, I’ll avoid it as much as possible,” Mike said to Vicky. Deep down, he wanted to give in to his lust and pursue her, but he knew that would lead to complications. He believed that if he indulged, Vicky would begin to threaten him. What Mike thought wasn’t how Vicky felt. She was madly in love with him and believed he was all she needed. Vicky knew that if she pressured him, she would lose him again. Watching Mike step out of his room earlier, she noticed his conflicted feelings. She recognized it as lust and planned to use it to her advantage. She nodded slowly, allowing Mike to pass. As he walked away, she bit her lip, determined to win him over. She couldn’t believe someone like Jennifer had him and didn’t appreciate him enough t
When Vicky looked at him, he walked away almost immediately. But Jennifer, who seemed so happy to see Vicky back, helped Vicky with her luggage. She opened the door back to Vicky's room, only for Vicky to see that everything was still intact and Jennifer had not changed anything. She looked at Jennifer with a teary face as Jennifer hugged her once again. “Of course you don't think that I would let my husband chase you away like that. I knew that you would come back. I just needed to persuade him. But for me to do that, you had to leave first. That is why I did not change anything in the room. I left it exactly the way it was because I wanted you. I wanted you back. And I don't want to stay with Mom because that's a lot of torture. I know the kind of person she can be sometimes, and for someone like you who is so open-minded, you two would just end up fighting each other all day long,” Jennifer said to Vicky. As Vicky was arranging all her things, she thought of a good plan. She
Even though Vicky had left just as Mike wanted, he couldn't help but see that Jennifer was not happy about it. She was most definitely not happy that her sister had left, and now Mike was happy. But she was missing Vicky, and most especially since Jennifer did not have the heart to be cruel to anyone, she felt that she was being too wicked to her sister. She worried that her sister might continue to misjudge her for as long as possible, and that alone caused a lot of thinking for Jennifer. It had been two nights since Vicky left when Jennifer finally spoke to Mike about how she felt. Mike was in the sitting room scrolling through his phone when she sat beside him. He turned to her and noticed her sad expression as he dropped his phone and moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her. She choked back tears but did not smile. He looked at her and raised her chin so they would be staring into each other's eyes as he shook his head sideways. “You are not supposed to act this way. Wh
Meanwhile, Jennifer, who was unable to understand what was going on, refused to accept the fact that Mike would say such a thing about her sister. Even though Vicky was very rude and quite stubborn, she would never say her sister would want to ruin her marriage, no matter what. For that reason, she could never believe what Mike said. She shook her head sideways, stood up from the bed, and faced Mike as she placed her hand on his shoulder and lifted his chin with her right hand, looking deep into his eyes. “Trust me, Vicky would never want anything bad for me,” she said. “In short, Vicky cares about me, and she just wants the best for me. She always says it, and just so you know, she's the one putting in so much effort and so much of her time so that I can get pregnant for you and let our marriage flourish. So when you say that Vicky wants to do something like that, I am not going to believe it, no matter what you tell me. I could never believe something like that.” Jennifer contin
As Vicky watched Mike walk away, she couldn’t help but feel more determined. She could see it in the way he was a bit hesitant that he still wanted her and would want to be with her. “If he got the chance, I would definitely use this against him. I would come back another day. I would not just give up. Instead, this was like motivation for me to do better,” she said to herself and then left the apartment. Meanwhile, Mike was inside his room feeling frustrated about himself. He couldn’t even take a rest or even take a quick nap because he was so frustrated. He could not understand why he even had the thought of thinking or even cheating on Jennifer with Vicky. Vicky looked like somebody who didn’t even know what she wanted. Mike decided to take a quick rest. But a few minutes after he had tried all his best to sleep, Jennifer walked into the room looking all exhausted. As she rushed towards him with her hands wide open, Mike also stood up as they hugged
Vicky wasted no time in getting closer to Mike as her shoulders bumped with his. He looked at her from head to toe, and that was when Mike also realized that she was dressed very skimpily. Even the way she sat down felt like she was opening her body totally to him. Mike tried his best just to look away because he did not want to get involved with Vicky in any way.“Don’t try to act slutty. I didn’t expect you to be slutty in any way. Why are you trying to touch me this way? Jennifer was not here. You can go back to your room now,” Mike said to Vicky, who shook her head sideways.“You can’t tell me to leave. I know you want me. I know you need me here. It was obvious I could see it in you. So stop trying to push me away because at the end of the day, you need me even more,” Vicky said to Mike, even though she doubted that Mike might actually fall for it.Meanwhile, Mike contemplated that he really did need someone, and Jennifer seemed to be busy these few days, and he wanted a child in
Vicky arrived at her sister's house and knocked on the door only to be stunned to see that it was Mike who answered the door.He looked at her with an expressionless face and just walked in. She followed behind him and squealed in happiness as she felt so much joy at the fact that she would be alone with Mike. She quickly covered up her excitement with a frown on her face as she looked around like she was still searching for Jennifer.Mike sat on the chair and crossed his leg, and then his attention went back to Vicky who was still standing and trying to act all polite. "Where is Jennifer?" she had said with a quiet tone as Mike rolled his eyes at her."Are you really looking for Jennifer? Because she left and I'm more than sure she would have told you about it that she's going somewhere," Mike had said and went back to scrolling through his phone.Jennifer did not know how to come up with her plan but she knew that today was going to be her chance to get Mike to like her. "This was a