Evelyn’s POV
I wasn't wrong, Antonio was f*****g someone. He had his back to the door, his hips swaying back and forth as he slammed into her. She was seated on his desk facing the door, so I could see the sheer feeling of ecstasy that masked her look.
I wasn't supposed to be watching, I wasn't supposed to be getting pissed off by what was going on, I wanted to leave, but my feet stayed glued to the marble floor beneath me. My eyes felt itchy with tears. Why was I feeling so hurt anyways? He isn't even my boyfriend.
She opened her eyes and they met with mine. I didn't take off my eyes because I wanted to see her reaction and maybe make her feel uncomfortable. She stared back at me, smiling mockingly, her moans climbing a higher pitch, her hands tousling the hair on Antonio's head. She w
