Betrayed

Chapter 1

Jennie Orlando

“Let's break up, Enisa.”

Justin, my boyfriend casually said with no remorse, as if hadn't just caught him cheating on me with my cousin.

My cousin, Ciara sat beside him. Arms clung to him. Eyes on me mockingly. A smug smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

She wasn't remorseful about her action. Not for a bit.

I wasn't shocked by the breakup because I had been planning to do it myself, anyway, but by the fact that he didn't show any remorse about his words.

“I'm in love with Ciara now, and we are already planning our marriage,” he continued, and that was it. I huffed in disbelief, speechless.

Just a few moments ago, I had walked in on him pounding passionately into my cousin as if there was nobody else in the world. Even now, the two of them were barely dressed, not having had time to clean up after being discovered. They spoke to me with tangled hair, half-buttoned shirts, and a complete lack of shame.

And that was all he had to say to me? Wow!

I opened my mouth to talk, but no words came out. They got stuck in my throat.

My eyes darted to Ciara, but she just shrugged casually.

“I know it hurts, but come on, Jennie. You have to move on. Not like I ever loved you."

Justin's words was like a blow to my heart, punching it hard and leaving pain in my chest. For a man who chased me a whole year before I gave this relationship a chance, I didn't know whether he was just being stupid or if really men could go to any length to get what they wanted.

My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought it back, reminding myself of who I am. I'm Jennie Orlando. The strongest of my kind. I've stood tall in the face of despair, even as an orphan of both parents... I had never been defeated. No! I never accepted defeat. No one has ever been able to break me. I won't allow this bastard to do that now.

I looked at, and she immediately rested her head on his shoulder, a soft smile playing on her face.

“Don't give me that look, Jennie. It's not my fault that Justin chose me over you,” she shrugged, and I huffed. The nerve of this bitch. After sheltering her, feeding her, and treating her like my sister, the only way she could pay me back was to turn around and stab me in the back? The fact that I always refered to her as the best cousin anyone could ever ask for, made me cringe now.

I stood up. "You two deserve each other."

Justin's face went pale. Eyes widened. Don't tell me he was expecting me to fight over him? Nah! That's not my style.

I turned to Ciara and gave her a big smile as I said, “Thank you for saving me a lifetime of misery. I wouldn't have been able to cope with a cheating bastard anyway.”

“What!” Justin

“Enjoy yourself,” I winked at them and smiled before striding out of his apartment. Not before taking back the chocolate I had bought on the way for him.

I strode briskly to the parking lot where I parked my car earlier, and drove to the clubhouse to clear my head.

Despite my insistence on being strong, tears streamed down my cheeks as the incident from just now replayed in my head. Even though I pretended everything was fine, I could still feel the pain. I had loved him with everything in me.

Justin and I had met two years ago after I had just broken up with my then-boyfriend who had cheated on me with a colleague at work. He had come into my life at just the right time to comfort me when I was at my lowest. We started out as friends, and one year ago, we became official.

'This is your fault, Jennie. You refused to give them what they want. That is why they keep cheating on you'

I dragged my fingers through my hair in frustration.

When my first boyfriend ditched me years ago after giving him my virginity and a few times of sex, I made up my mind not to ever do that again... At least until I get married. All I asked for was a little time.

"No, Jennie. It wasn't your fault." I shook my head, taking a deep breath

I was jerked out of my thoughts by the loud screeching of a car ahead of me, pulling me back to reality, and it was then I saw the car coming in the opposite direction. I was so lost in thought that I had strayed from the path without knowing it.

“Fucking get a driver if you don't know how to drive!” The driver of the car snapped at me as he drove past me, and I exhaled. Could my day get any worse than this?

Another five minutes passed before I arrived at the clubhouse, and I pulled over at the parking lot before proceeding into the building.

The sound of the loud music and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes welcomed me the moment I stepped inside the club. The light was dim as always, making it almost difficult to see anyone.

I made my way straight to the counter.

“Jennie? Why are you here?” Viola, my friend pulled a surprise look the moment she saw me.

“A glass of the strongest alcohol, please,” I yelled through the loud music.

“Are you alright? You don't drink,” She yelled back, reminding me as though I somehow forgot.

“Just get it for me and stop asking questions, V,” I replied, a little bit rudely.

“Alright, girl. I'm on it!”

My heart stung painfully, as the scene from earlier replayed over and over in my head. The way he kissed Ciara.. the way he held her passionately in his arms like he wanted to protect her. The way he looked at her. I had never seen that side of Justin even though we had dated for years.

Did he ever love me?

“Your drink, ma'am. My treat,” my attention was drawn by V, and I gave her a small smile as I muttered a ‘thank you', though I wasn't sure if she heard me.

I was about to take a sip from the drink when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, and I took it out for a look.

'Mr. Holt'

It was my boss calling. Why was he calling me this late?

I watched the call ring until it ended, and shortly after, a text popped up on my phone.

'Hey! Are you alright? You are not taking your call. By the way, you need to be in the office first thing tomorrow morning. You need to represent us at an event'.

I had been working with Holt's corporation as their chief technology officer for five years, and I'm proud to say that I had contributed greatly to the success of the company in these years.

“Ugh! Not today, please,” I groaned, tossing my phone back inside my pocket as frustration surged through me.

Who had the time to sip the drink slowly? Well, not me. I gulped down everything in one shot and dropped the glass back on the counter.

“Are you sure you are fine, Jennie?” Viola asked worriedly as she poured me another glass of alcohol after I demanded it.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just… stressed.”

I needed someone to talk to. I needed to get this damn weight off my chest, but I wasn't the type to bother people about my problems. I always want to figure things out myself.

“Hey! A glass of water, please!”

A deep masculine voice disrupted the heavy silence in my head, and my heart pulsated at the sight of the tall figure who stood beside.

I couldn't see his face clearly due to the dim light and my already blurry drunk eyes, but one thing was certain... He was super hot. So fucking hot to make my core tighten.

'Just what if...'

Don't think of it, Jennie. Don't.

I tried to brush the crazy thought that struck my mind, but instead, I found myself approaching him.

“Excuse me…”

He paused, turning to look at me.

“Yes, Miss? How may I help you?” His voice sent a warm feeling coursing through my body and settling deep in between my legs as I felt a twitch in my pussy.

“Do you want to uhm… have sex with me? I will pay you,” Those words slipped out of my tongue before I could hold them back. I was obviously not in my right mind, and I guess it was the alcohol. I never drank, usually, so my tolerance was way lower than average people. Just the two glasses I had were enough to drive me… this crazy, apparently.

“Hmph!” I heard him scoff, followed by his reply that bruised my ego so hard. “I am not a sex worker, miss.”

He had turned to leave, when I grabbed his hand, bringing him to an abrupt halt.

“You are drun—”

“Five thousand dollars. I will pay you five thousand dollars,” my voice came out hoarsely. My heart was already pumping so hard and loud in my chest that I literally heard it in my ears. My skin was tingling with anticipation. I could feel my pussy walls contracting, and the lips swelling in anticipation, my wetness dripping in between my legs. This man was making me wet without any effort in a way my ex-boyfriend, Justin could never have done.

“Miss—”

“Ten thousand dollars. I will pay you ten… No, fifteen,” At that moment, I just wanted to get laid. It was the only thing I could think of. How could I hold myself back when this man was making me feel aroused in a way that bastard could never? When the only thing I could think about was getting laid by him?

“If you are still not fine with it…” I paused, closing the distance between us as I tried to keep my eyes open. I raised a hand to his broad chest, trailing it to the back of his neck and slowly lowering him to my level, claiming his lips. “I will increase the money,” I whispered against his lips…