2. Anniversary
1119 Words
FAYE
"Do you find my boyfriend desirable?"
I blew the Scotch out of my mouth like I'd grown a paint sprayer on my face when Cora suddenly asked me.
Laughing, she put her glass of martini on the bar counter and smacked my back. "Hey, hey, easy there! First time?"
"F-first time my butt!" I choked. Hell, my nostrils were f*****g burning! I looked back at Cora, my eyes still watery. "D-did I just hear you right? You're asking me if Todd is desirable for me?"
"That's it," she grinned, crossing her legs into a sexy position.
I shook my head. Of course, this crazy pretty b***h was making fun of me. She was totally plastered. Alcohol was speaking on her behalf.
"Oh, come on, Faye. I'm serious!" Cora stopped laughing. She gazed at me, pressing her lower lip between her pearly white teeth. "Okay, here's the thing..." She leaned her face closer to mine and whispered, "I've met this guy named Dustin. Now we're hooking up. I feel bad about it but I can't stop seeing him."
I cupped my mouth as my eyes grew wide. "S-so, you're cheating on Todd? Oh, my God, Cora. That's... that's— Okay, then what?"
She flipped her long hair and smiled triumphantly. "I want you to date Todd while I hang out with Dustin."
I blinked. Thrice. She sure was out of her mind right now. "All right. That's it. Let's call this a night." I stood from the barstool. "Oh, Cora, why are you doing this to yourself? Your life's almost perfect. Why are you messing up with things in place?" I picked up our glasses and passed them on the bartender I just called, then turned to her again. "I'm sure Era won't be happy to see you like this."
She stared at me for a moment and shrugged her shoulders, I knew she wasn't really affected. "Oh, well. My offer still stands 'till you say yes. And I'm sure you'll say yes."
The next thing I knew, Cora was cat walking happily out of my bistro.
It was eight in the evening. Well, our closing time was usually four in the morning. But I'd decided to dismiss the bistro much earlier because this night was special.
Once alone, I sat behind the counter, my mind recalling Cora's offer. Hell, of course, I wasn't considering it. Not even close because I was in a serious relationship with Jayson, my boyfriend since we were sixteen.
We used to have some problems, though. Especially when my family passed the bistro's management on my hands. Since then, my full attention has been divided. But now I wanted to fill in those moments that I missed. I loved this man. If I made mistakes, I'd be doing anything just to make things right.
Though the bistro wasn't that far from our apartment, it took an hour for me to arrive in our apartment. The road was slippery due to heavy rain so I drove like a snail. Better safe.
About five minutes later I entered the living room and lounged on the sofa, stretching my arms and aching legs due to heels. It was dark, so was the staircase leading to the room upstairs. So it means I'm alone. I supposed Jason was still in a gig. He was the bass guitarist of their band.
Yawning, I rose from the sofa with a bottle of red wine in my hand. Once on the corridor, my feet paused when I noticed that the bedroom door was opened. There was also a dim light coming from the inside of the room. My grip on the bottle's neck tightened. My free hand slid in my jean's pocket to grab my phone to dial the police.
That intruder's gonna pay.
When my feet stopped by the door, my heart halted as well. Worst, at that exact moment I felt I was about to die as I stared at the two naked individuals tangled to each other on the bed... on my bed!
"J-jason?" I heard my broken voice come out from my trembling lips when the sweated face of my dear boyfriend swam into focus.
His eyes flashed open, and cursed, pushing the woman riding him aside.
"Faye! O-oh, I thought you're coming home late!" he shouted, his voice a heavy mix of shock and awe.
I blinked back tears, glancing at the blonde woman who was disentangling herself from the arms of my boyfriend. I knew this slut. She was Tara. The vocalist of their shitty band. She was unashamedly grinning at me!
I wanted to treat this as a nightmare. But hell, my tears burnt against my cheeks, at the same time, the blood froze in my veins.
"Faye!"
The next thing I knew, Jason was shaking me. I blinked, realizing that he was now wearing his boxers.
"Y-you think you can explain this s**t?" I hissed.
His lips pursed. And it made me more confused. I knew some guys would deny it if they were caught cheating. But this asshole in front of me just shook his head, as if accepting his death sentence.
"I'm sorry, Faye. I thought you don't care about me anymore. But Tara— well, she's always there for me."
"When did this start?" I snapped.
"When?" Tara asked, resting her slut back against the headboard. She didn't care to cover her enormous breasts. "Oh, let me think... That's it! Since college," she exclaimed.
"Wow, that's a lot of years." More hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I frowned back at Jason who was gesturing a stay-back-there sign at his slut. "So you've been cheating on me the whole time," I stated. "And still you have the f*****g guts to put the blame on me? Well, f**k you asshole!"
"f**k you too, b***h!" Tara shouted. Jason again glared at her, making the slut just shrugged her shoulders and gestured a dirty finger in the air.
I stared down at the bottle in my hands. "I was thinking that... maybe we could celebrate, Jayson. Though I get busy, I don't forget special days."
"What do you mean?" Jason creased his forehead stupidly.
I wanted to batter his head with the bottle I was furiously holding for the past minutes. Unfortunately, I didn't want to commit murder.
So I threw the bottle on the floor and the red liquid spilled like blood against the white floor.
"What the f**k, babe!"
I glared at him. "I'm not your babe, asshole!" I punched him directly on his jaws. He wasn't ready for my attack so he stumbled on the wine-stained floor. "Oh, by the way, happy tenth anniversary, Jason. This will be our last!"
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