Cheated On? I Upgraded to His Friend
Wanting to give my boyfriend, Justin Letterman, a surprise on Valentine's Day, I throw myself at him when he enters the room. I push him against the door and kiss him passionately.
It isn't easy to transfer the spiked wine from my mouth into his, but his reaction is cold and indifferent. He says nothing as he pushes me aside to turn on the light.
"Don't you want my first time anymore, darling?" I ask bashfully as I grab his hand.
His breathing turns heavy in an instant.
Smiling, I slip my hand under his shirt, but I'm distracted when I hear the front door creak open.
"Babe," Justin coos in a deep and hoarse voice.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" my best friend, Natalie Quinn, asks coyly.
The wanton noises of kissing and moaning echo into the room.
Before I can snap back to my senses, I'm yanked into a closet.
Am I the one getting caught, or am I the one doing the catching?