After a long day of writing, college work, and doing business, I finally got to come home.
"Baby," I yelled as my entire house echoed as I hear loud moaning coming from upstairs. I tilted my head as I saw a woman's purse and I growled. "Not in my fucking house," I stormed upstairs and saw my room door open. I peeked and I saw my boyfriend getting intimate with another girl. I got a good look at her and realized that it was Jacqueline, my best friend's fiance. I pulled out my phone to text my bestfriend so he can make his way to my house.
"He can't do it like I can huh, baby?"
"No daddy, he can't!" She moans as I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as I took a deep breath and opened the door. "What the fuck!" They both stopped as they looked at me. Jacqueline wraps my bed covers around her. I growled and began to charge at her until my boyfriend stopped me.
"Thomas, you son of a bitch! Just because I never gave my body to you doesn't mean that I wasn't planning on it."
"It's not even that, Lesi--" I cut him off "I don't want to hear shit from you anymore," I pulled out my phone and noticed that my best friend was outside. I went downstairs and opened the door.
"I got here as fast as I could, Lesi." He noticed that I had some tears in my eyes. "Lesi, you okay?" I nodded.
"Come upstairs with me." I grabbed his hand and opened my room door and saw that they were trying to put their clothes on. "They were cheating on us..." I sighed. He looked confused. He didn't cry, or even felt bad. He just turned around and looked at me.
"So what do we have here? This is what you've been doing huh while I'm gone?" He said. I remember he is an undercover cop/detective and he's mostly gone doing different missions.