Love Is Betrayal

6.Hurt

CHAPTER SIX:

~BECCA~

Time seemed to have stopped as I stared at Logan. My heart was beating fast in my chest and threatening to tear out of my ribcage.

He stared at me for no longer than three seconds and looked away, talking and laughing with her like I didn’t exist.

I blinked hard, trying to push back my tears in.

Logan used to look at me with love; like I was the most fragile thing on earth. And now, we’re like strangers. He has moved on nicely without me like I wasn’t in his world.

My eyes locked with Kristen. She held Logan’s arms tighter and pecked his cheeks. I turned away, my heart writhing in pain, and ran out of the hall.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just wanted to leave. The tears I had been holding in began to fall freely down my cheeks. My vision was starting to get blurry but I didn’t bother to wipe my tears away.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone. I looked up, my eyes meeting with Tristan. His face softened as he saw the expression on my face.

“Oh my goodness! Becca! Are you okay?” His forehead creased in concern. I brushed past him without bothering to give him a reply.

I ran till my legs led me to the parking lot. Luckily, the car was parked at the front so it was easy to locate. I opened the door and got into the car.

“Get me out of here,” I cried out in pain.

The driver glanced at me from the front mirror, a look of surprise on his face.

“Where to?” He asked pitifully.

“Just take me home!”

He nodded and wound up the glass before starting the car and driving off. I was grateful he didn’t ask any questions and simply focused on the road, making sure to drive gently.

I sighed, cleaning the round of tears that had gathered under my eyes. How did we get here?

I love Kristen like my blood sister.

I love Logan with all my heart.

Why didn’t they think of me? When did they start having an affair? How did they hide it so well?

Why wait till the wedding before breaking things off?

There were a thousand thoughts in my head but there were no answers to them.

Soon enough, we got to my house. I got out of the car and headed straight to my mini wine bar to get some alcohol. I poured my drink into a glass and collapsed on the chair.

The emptiness of the house reminded me of the problems I was trying to forget. I could remember how Logan would come pick me up at the door and bring me flowers.

I remember us sitting on this very chair, laughing at a comedy series and making out in between. He always preferred to suck on my n*****s instead of the cans of soda on the table. We never finished a series without having hot s*x at night.

I could only watch a movie peacefully during the day. As soon as darkness hit, we would pretend to be immersed in the movie for a few minutes before our hands began to roam around each other.

I chuckled as I remembered the beautiful memories.

Now, he’s doing all of this with Kristen. The thought of that made my heart bleed.

I could hear my phone buzzing again but I didn’t bother to check who was calling. I wasn’t in the emotional state to speak to anyone. I gulped down the shot of alcohol, squeezing my face as the hot liquid burned my throat.

I wanted to forget everything and distract myself from the pain, even if it’s only for a moment. I gulped another shot, and then another till everywhere started to feel hazy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. I staggered out of the chair and managed to get myself together before walking towards the door.

“Who’s there?” I yelled, blinking hard to clear my blurry vision.

“It’s Tristan. Open the door, now!”

I paused in my tracks, rolling my eyes. “Go away! I want to be alone,”

“I’m breaking this door down if you don’t open up,” I heard him say.

I groaned, wondering why he was being so dramatic.

I didn’t want my door broken.

I cursed under my breath as my feet walked toward the door.

I unlocked it and standing in front of me was Tristan, towering over me in his dark grey suit which was a nice contrast to his sexy brown eyes. I swallowed hard.

Tristan is a good looking man. I’ve been too bothered with my problems to notice but now that he was standing up close and staring at me with an expression I didn’t understand, I closely assessed his features.

His body was hot…like really hot, just like Logan’s body.

I shook my head. No! I shouldn’t be thinking about Logan. He’s gone now.

But Tristan is here. I want to distract myself. Feel something different and spontaneous. Maybe another man’s d**k inside of me will make me feel better.

“Talk to me, Becca. I’m worried about you. I saw you crying and running off. I’ve been calling…where’s going on,” his voice was soft and soothing.

I stared hard at him. His concern is making things worse for me. Why does he care? It’s making him get in my head.

“I-I want you to take my tears away,” I blurted out, shocking myself with that statement.

He c****d his head to the side in a way that made my stomach churn.

“That’s a dangerous statement, Becca, because if you let me, I’m going to take you to a whole new world,” fire danced in his eyes as he stared into my soul.

Silence thickened in the air for a few seconds as I bit my lips, staring hard at him.

“ThenTake me to a whole new world,” I whispered, my eyes twinkling in anticipation.

“Say no more,” Tristan groaned and walked up to me, desire dancing in his eyes. I held my breath, anticipating what would happen next.