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Chapter 1: Caught Cheating
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2025-05-26 18:49:45A taxi pulled over, and a radiant smile lit up her face as she stepped out, framed by a sleek ponytail cascading over her shoulder, emphasizing her expressive eyes. She was a striking European beauty, carrying a cardboard box containing a PS5 console. Approaching the house, she moved with purpose and confidence.
"See you around, beauty," the driver's voice called out from the taxi.
Lucy didn’t turn to respond. Instead, she hummed a tune, her attention fixed on the house ahead. As she neared a flower bed, she stretched out a slender arm, her nails pristine, and plucked a blooming rose. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she held the flower.
She reached the front door, her right fist clenched with the gift tucked under her left arm. Raising her fist, she knocked firmly. When no one answered, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. After a moment, growing impatient, she grasped the handle, twisting it open with a creak.
Peering inside, she saw the living room—an inviting space with well-arranged couches and sofas centered around a coffee table. On the wall, a family photo caught her eye.
"Mr. Andrew," she called softly, but there was no response. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her quietly, her movements smooth—familiar with the space.
Her gaze wandered to the doorways ahead. One was slightly ajar. A deep, masculine groan emanated from the room, causing her to freeze in place.
Her brow furrowed. "Is that not Mr. Andrew's voice?" she murmured, curiosity piqued.
Cautiously, she tiptoed closer and peered inside.
Her eyes widened in shock. There, in the room, was Mr. Andrew. His mouth was slightly open, his boxer shorts pulled down to his ankles. His gaze was fixed on his phone, while his hand wrapped around his aroused penis, stroking rhythmically. muffled groans escaped his lips.
His bare chest was slick with sweat, muscles tense and relaxed as he moved. Beads of sweat traced down his face and rolled onto his abdomen, highlighting his chiseled abs. His Adam's apple bobbed with each breath.
Lucy’s face flushed as she quickly retreated in panic.
“I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything,” she muttered repeatedly, trying to convince herself she hadn’t just witnessed her boyfriend’s father masturbating.
Her heart raced as she nervously opened the opposite door, slipping inside. She dropped the PS5 console she had bought onto the bed.
A smile spread across her face as she whispered, “Happy birthday, my love.”
Without hesitation, she turned and quietly left the room. Passing by the slightly ajar door, she hurried out of the house entirely.
Her expression was conflicted, her mind racing as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
She gently patted her face and muttered, “Lucy, stop thinking about it. You didn’t see anything… definitely not Mr. Andrew’s naked body.”
Frustration bubbled up as the vivid image of Mr. Andrew’s well-defined muscles and strong physique lingered in her mind.
She swallowed hard, desperate to push the thoughts away.
Trying to distract herself, she pulled out her phone and called her boyfriend, Kelly.
After several unanswered calls, she flagged down a taxi and got in.
Thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in a quiet residential neighborhood. Lucy stepped out and approached a European-style bungalow, her mind still swirling with conflicting emotions.
She stood at the entrance and knocked. Soon, footsteps echoed behind the door, followed by a sharp snap and the creaking sound of it opening.
A teenage boy, about Lucy’s age, stepped into view.
With a smile, Lucy greeted, “Hi, Jude.”
Jude raised his hand, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Hi, Lucy. Are you here for Kelly? He’s not in. He left with some boys earlier…”
Lucy noticed the guilt flashing across Jude’s face and suspicion crept in. She’d already suspected Kelly days ago after he failed to show up at their usual meeting spot.
Today was Kelly’s birthday, and he’d lied, saying he was at home. But when Lucy went over, he wasn’t there.
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “Jude, is Kelly in or not?”
Jude gave a nervous smile. “He’s not. You can try calling him.”
Lucy hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. Jude’s tense expression relaxed — until she suddenly pushed past him.
“Hey, hey, Lucy! You can’t go in!” Jude called out loudly.
Lucy’s heart pounded wildly. Jude’s reaction told her everything: something was very wrong.
This wasn’t the first time she’d come to Jude’s place. Usually, Kelly would bring her along whenever he wanted to see Jude.
Her face twisted in shock when she suddenly heard loud panting and heated voices filled with passionate confessions.
“Do you like the way I ride you, huh?”
“Yes, yes, Rose, ummh... fuck!”
“Lucy and I, who do you love?”
“It’s you I love, Rose. Lucy is just a girl I’m with for her money.”
Lucy froze, anger flushing her face, her eyes fierce and burning.
“Lucy, don’t listen to their nonsense,” Jude said quickly, trying to laugh it off. “They’re just talking nonsense because they’re having fun.”
But Lucy’s sharp glare and bloodshot eyes silenced him instantly.
Without a word, she turned and walked away without interrupting her boyfriend, who was in bed with her best friend Rose.
Jude followed, trying to explain, “Lucy, it’s not what you think—”
Lucy paused at the door, then yelled, “I’m not blind, Jude. You’re both disgusting. I hate you.”
She slammed the door shut and burst into tears, rushing onto the street. Through her sobs, she hailed a taxi and climbed in, still weeping.
The taxi pulled over, and she hurriedly climbed inside.
"Are you alright, girl?" the driver asked as he peered into the rearview mirror, noticing Lucy sobbing and tears streaming down her face.She looked away, tears still falling, her shoulders trembling. The driver shrugged, deciding it was best to mind his own business.
"Where to?" he asked, his tone casual.Lucy’s eyes suddenly hardened, a cold smile curling on her lips. She was ready to make him pay for his betrayal.
"Number 2 Holland Street," she said softly but with steel in her voice.It was time for her to make him regret.
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