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I'm breaking up with you

JASMINE'S POV

"What did you just say?" I ask, unable to comprehend every word I just heard.

The woman, Italian, I guess, judging from her features, squeezes her face in what seems like a brewing irritation.

Hope she forgives me but I'm still very confused right now. First, I woke up with a heavy grogginess, unsure of where I was. But then the shiny chandelier, the room, the sheets, the smell of sex, and the heavily mesmerizing smell of the man from last night joggled my memories.

I gasped, recalling just what I did last night. How insanely aroused I was and when he kissed me, how shamelessly I'd fuddled with his shirt, begging to be fucked.

"You're messing with my mind, baby girl. That's pretty dangerous." His husky voice had warned. But I was too crazily aroused to hold back.

And then he'd graciously taken me up on the offer, pinning me on the bed and riding me through one ecstasy to another. I remember it all and right now, it's not so appealing anymore.

Because it means I just cheated on my boyfriend. With some stranger. I just cheated on Chad, dear goddess, please forgive me!

But the panic stops as I notice I'm alone in this suite. There's no sign of the man from last night. And then this woman walked in and dropped a rather shocking piece of information. So shocking that I can't seem to wrap my head around it.

"The gentleman from last night…"

"Michelangelo," I chip in, just so I'm sure he's the one she's referring to.

"Yes, him. He said he had to leave early. So I should help you freshen up and have one of the bouncers drive you back to wherever you live. He says you both might never see each other again. So I should tell you that last night…" she stops, her cheeks turning red. In anger? Or jealousy? Not sure. "...that last night remains the best night he's ever had." She says the same words she's been saying for the past five minutes. It's like she's on a loop.

"Wow." I sigh in disbelief, grabbing the sheets closer to cover my body. Tears flood my eyes as I do a recap. First, I got drunk. Then I got swooped off my feet by some hot stranger. Then I spent the night with him. But this morning he disappears, leaving just a message through some cranky woman. Now I can't help but feel a bit like a whore who was paid and did a service last night.

Because how else do I explain this incredibly insulting treatment? He ran off so early. But had to tell the whole world that we spent the night together. What if…what if Chad hears about it?

My relationship will be gone. All because of some stranger!

"Please go take a shower, ma'am. The chef will bring your food shortly."

"I'm not hungry," I say, holding back my tears as I get off the bed. "I just wanna get the hell out of here."

"As you wish."

I take a long shower, trying to wash off every relic from last night. But a spot on my neck feels sore and I groan from the pain.

Taking a look at it in the mirror, I gasp at the deep wound. Too deep to be called a hickey. What is it? Did I…did I get marked?

"Miss? Your dress is ready." The woman calls from outside the door.

"All right. I'm coming right out." I say, drying my body hurriedly.

I step out of the bathroom and get dressed. She leads the way as we leave the suite. I wanna head back the same way I staggered through last night but she grabs my hand.

"The nightclub is down there. And it's filled with people."

"So?" It was filled with people last night when I came up here.

"You should take the elevator. That's better than going the same way. The gentleman requested it."

"I don't understand…"

"There was an altercation down there this morning. It was because of you. I can't explain further. Just come with me." The woman says impatiently. She seems to have a short circuit.

"All right," I say, unsure of what she means. An altercation because of me? I don't understand. What does it have to do with me?

We get into the elevator and then soon, I'm hopping into a black, tinted glass car, being driven from the premises of the nightclub.

My guilty heart can't hold back anymore so I give the man the address to Chad's house. I need to see him. And maybe…tell him what I did last night. I hope he forgives me. It wasn't intentional. I don't know what happened.

Shit! Amelia! She abandoned me at the nightclub. What the heck?

I take out my phone, dialing her number but she's not picking up. I keep dialing, even as the driver drops me off in front of Chad's house.

I go inside, and head to his apartment. There's a wild noise coming from his door, like screams. What's going on?

I turn the doorknob but the door is locked. I rummage through my bag for his key, he gave me one of them. I open the door and step inside, going pale at the scandalous and unbelievable sight in front of me.

Chad has Amelia in his arms, with her back pinned to the wall while he's fucking her at a mad pace. I gasp, and they both turn their hands in my direction.

He quickly drops her but she has a rather nonchalant look on her face, strolling to the bed. She lands on it, giving me a churlish grin and waving at me.

"Hi, Party girl."

Chad grabs his shorts, puts it on, and heads with angry strides toward me. "Come outside." He gruffs out, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside.

I'm still too shocked to react. Tears roll down my eyes as I slowly wrap my head around what I just saw. "Why…"

"I'm breaking up with you, Jasmine. I should have done it a long time ago. You and I don't fit. So let's end this shit, instead of dragging it on any longer."

"You're…. you're breaking up with me because of Amelia?"

"Not because of her. But yes, I love her. I wanna be with her. Not you. So I hope you understand and try not to make a scene here. Go home. Or wherever you spent the night." He adds with disgust.

"She…she took me to a nightclub…"

"Bloody liar. Amelia was with me all night. While she told me you had gone to see some boyfriend of yours at a nightclub. It's good though. At least you've got a new guy and you won't feel bad that I'm breaking up with you."

"That's a lie!" I yell, in distress. And then it hits me. Amelia set me up. She…oh my goddess…she drugged me. That has to be the reason for how I felt last night. Amelia drugged me. Just to implicate me like this!

How could she do this to me? We've been sisters since we met in the orphanage when I was two and she was 3. How could she be so mean?

"A lie? Then what is that mark lying shamelessly on your neck?" He asks, pointing at my neck. "The bastard even left a hickey."

I cover the spot with my hand, feeling guilty as hell. More tears leave my eyes.

"You're a shameless whore, Jasmine. And I don't ever wanna see you again. Get out!"

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