13. Chelsea

Chelsea

The lights brightened the view.

The woman inside seemed to be busy with getting her naked body dressed up while Alastair pulled the chain of his jeans. They had sex! I didn't even need to doubt.

I couldn't smell it when they were doing it because I'm stupid, useless and weak. Betrayal stabbed at my heart once again. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. He owed me nothing at all. It wasn't even him I was hurt for. Oh, he could fuck every woman as long as it's not me. I wasn't interested. Yet, something ate at me when his gaze found me.

I eyed him while he eyed me. A few buttons of his shirt were still open, revealing the fine abs of his chest. His sleeves were folded up, flexing the veins of his hand that I found attractive a few hours ago. But now? It disgusted me. He rolled the glass in his hand that was filled with liquid. Alcohol.

I suddenly had the urge to throw the drink on his shirt and break the glass against his head. I wanted to make him bleed just like how he mad