Slapped him

Lotus' P. O. V

The party returned to full swing. I searched the crowd, but I couldn't find him.

"Where do you think Peter would have gone?" I asked Natasha, slightly bothered.

She turned to me with a smile. "Somewhere around the party, find your loved one now."

I got up, making my way to the restroom. But getting there, I heard muffled voices and a woman moaning peters name. I pushed open the storeroom, and my eyes came out of their sockets.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Peter with Sheila, their bodies intertwined and her hands wrapped tightly around his waist. Anger surged through me like an electric shock, leaving me speechless for a moment. "Peter! What the hell have you done?" I shouted, my voice quivering with a mix of disbelief and rage.

Peter turned to face me, his eyes widening as he registered my presence. He tried to free himself from Sheila's grip, stammering, "Lotus, it's not what it looks like. I can explain."

"That's what they all say, Peter!" I spat out, feeling