LOGINHis girlfriend said she would be going home. She had to do something for her parents and Austin went back home. In his room his phone vibrated with a text message. It was Benjamin reminding him to come over for the football party. He told him to enjoy himself, then he switched the phone light off. He went back to studying electronics. The topic was introduction to Electronic circuits, devices and systems. After a while he started daydreaming about how tomorrow's anniversary will be. He had booked a nice rooftop in a hotel where he and Angela will have dinner. He had planned to talk about marriage with her and then he had bought her a ring. He wasn't going to ask her to marry him but the ring represented a promise as his girlfriend and he will buy a better one for her when she becomes his finance.
It was nearly 7pm he needed a break, his phone rang out from notifications. He didn't want to see them but he thought of Angela she might have texted. So he took his phone and went through the messages. It was mostly the basketball groups and some of the college groups that had messages. Benjamin texted him. Some strange numbers texted him but the one that caught his eye was that particular number that kept messaging him about his girlfriend cheating on him. He thought about how girls that liked him would go extreme and lower themselves to behave like this. It was so disgusting, he thought.
So he replied back telling them they should stop their accusations and he would block them. They replied telling him to come to the football party and see the evidence for himself. He decided to go not because he didn't trust Angi but he wanted to know who wanted to come between him and his girlfriend. It wasn't the first time he had received messages of his girlfriend cheating and he always met the people in person warning them to stay away from his relationship. He was going to do the same today.
So he put on a black joggers and wore his favourite black hoodie with a love shape crested at the front. The one Angi gifted him months ago. He took the keys to the range rover. Started the engine and made his way to the party. Thankfully the party was held at a hotel and Benjamin texted him the address.
He drove there and asked for directions to the party. He was directed to the club house of the hotel and what met his nose was the stench of alcohol. Bodies rubbing against bodies. The neon light made it hard for him to make out faces but he recognised few of his team mates. On the couch couples were making out. He saw his best friend who wore a transparent net singlet with blue loose jeans.
Benjamin was light skinned and he was the same height as Austin but with a crew cut hair. Austin's hair fell around his face and was longer but his best friend's own was shorter. The thing they shared in common was their dark brown hair.
Benjamin was thinner and his shoulders weren't broad. His arms were thinner but he made up for his looks with his abs and his handsome face. Austin was much muscular and had more broad shoulders with large biceps and triceps.
Benjamin was kissing another dude by the wall. and as Austin walked further his best friend noticed him and his face wore a surprise, his mouth wide open before the dude who was pinned to the wall stuck his tongue back into that mouth and they kissed open mouthed but Benjamin withdrew from the kiss excusing himself. He walked to Austin.
“So what you doing here huh?” he asked in a mocking tone
“I came at your invitation” Austin tried to lie
“That is hard for me to believe Austin, why are you really here?” Benjamin read Austin's face searching for the truth.
“Will talk to you later man looks like your friend is jealous you left him for me” Austin nodded his head to the direction the young man with black hair stood massaging his nipples swaying his waist and calling Benjamin's name
“He has nothing to worry about” Benjamin laughed dryly “you aren't gay”
The dark young man who Austin could now make out his skin tone came behind Benjamin and wrapped his hands around his best friend's chest and Benjamin grinded his ass on his crotch. Back to front they began dancing and kissing like Austin wasn't there. He laughed and moved away from them. Benjamin had always been a flirt and a player he respected that. He liked that his best friend didn't pretend to be a romantic.
Pulling his phone from his jogger's pocket. He texted the number. He waited, no reply. Just then a girl dressed in a crop top and mini skirt danced towards him and tried to rock her body on his. He respectfully whispered into her ear that he was taken. He withdrew from her and went to the bar where he met a fair young man, with long black hair that reached his shoulders, drinking a bloody mary. He sat down on a stool beside him and ordered a margarita.
“You know in all the places I expected to meet you this wasn't an option in my mind.”
The man who wore a blue shirt on red slacks turned his attention to Austin and smiled broadly.
“Austin my man it is good to see you.”
“You haven't been in college for a while and here you are at a party”
“Benjamin dragged me here as soon as I returned”
“So you didn't text me?”
“I wanted to surprise you”
“Oliver, I am very much surprised,” Austin said sarcastically.
Oliver was his best friend along with Benjamin. They had known each other since elementary school and through high school and now in college.
Oliver didn't study Engineering like him and Benjamin but he was a medicine student. People watching their friendship always said Oliver was the mother hen, the voice of reason and the quiet but dangerous one you didn't see coming. At parties. Oliver Was the one to drive everyone home. At their studies Oliver was the one with better grades than any of his two friends and Austin was so glad he was back.
“I am glad to be back Austin. Home wasn't so good, you know how my dad can be. It was torture what kept me was my momma.”
“He still complaining about your studies”
“Yes, the same old.”
They laughed and drank catching up and Austin told Oliver all about his anniversary plans tomorrow.
Oliver listened and smiled. He always told Benjamin about how Angi flirted with him in the first year of Austin's relationship. Benjamin passed it off as Angela joking with him but he didn't completely trust her but he had no reason to tell Austin that. The guy was madly in love with her and he didn't want to get in a fight with Austin. So he supported their relationship.
“So where is Angi hmm? “
Austin stared at Oliver. He had a mischievous look.
“With her family I presumed” then he texted her and there was no reply but he got a text from the strange number. They told Austin to come to the second floor of the club house. Austin quickly told Oliver about what happened.
It wasn't their first time and Oliver was aware of girls trying to get themselves close to Austin. He wouldn't blame some of them. The blue eyed guy sitting in front of him was handsome with a good personality.
He asked if he wanted to be accompanied and Austin said no.
Austin finished his margarita and walked away from him. Oliver brought out his phone to text someone and gobbled up the drink in his glass and made his way out of the bar.
Austin texted his girlfriend and said he would come over soon and spend the night with her and made his way to the second floor. This floor had rooms for guests who wanted to take their intimacy to a bed. With each step he took he prepared himself for a good seduction from the female who texted him he was ready to strangle her till she agreed to stay away from him. He located the room number and pushed the door open and nothing could have prepared him for the site he saw.
A female voice rang out in the air as a guy above her repeatedly thrusted inside her.
“I thought you locked the door,” she said moaning her eyes closed
“It is nothing baby let me make you cum”
And Austin would recognise that voice anywhere. It was Angi and she was exclaiming a name repeatedly. A name he knew his dislike for had grown to hate. A name he knew too well and the guy, aware of his presence, looked at him briefly before driving into his girlfriend harder than ever.
Austin felt dizzy. He wanted to deny what he had seen but he couldn't any longer the name his girlfriend had screamed as she reached ecstasy was a name he had heard her scream and he thought he imagined it but at this moment he realised he hadn't imagined it.
Friday arrived with a quiet stillness that seemed almost foreign after the emotional chaos of the past week. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the Carter house, painting warm streaks across Austin's bedroom floor. His basketball jersey hung neatly on the back of his chair, and his engineering textbooks lay open across his desk, though he hadn't read a single page. His afternoon lectures wouldn't begin for another few hours, followed by basketball practice later in the evening. For once… The house was peaceful. A knock sounded downstairs. "Coming!" Bridget called from the kitchen. Austin frowned and pulled himself off the bed. Curiosity got the better of him. As he reached the staircase, he heard a familiar voice. "Good morning, Mrs. Carter." Emilia. A smile tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth despite himself. --- Emilia Harper stepped inside, carrying a small paper bag. Her straight ombré hair rested neatly over her shoulders, and her green eyes lit up the mom
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