I am outside my boyfriend’s apartment.

 

I just took a 10-hour flight from East Coat to the West, transferred twice, switched subway, and then bus, just to get here in time to surprise him on his birthday.

 

And here I am.

 

Listening to him fucking another woman inside that door.

 

“Oh yes…oh Zack babe…fuck me! Fuck!”

 

I can clearly hear the bed rattling, sweaty flesh smashing against each other, husky morns of pleasure.

 

I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

 

All these times he’s been begging me to come and visit, and this is his welcome gift? Cheating on me with another woman?

 

I feel betrayed, furious, and disgusted. Before I know it, I’m banging on his apartment door.

 

“Zack! Open the fucking door! Zack!”

 

The sound suddenly stops. A moment later, the door flies open as Zack appears behind it. His chest is naked, hair all raffled, I can still see all the hickey on his neck.

 

“Nat!” His eyes widen in panic, “What are you doing here?”

 

I can’t stop my voice from trembling. “What the hell are you doing? Have you been cheating on me? Who is in there!”

 

I shove him aside and try to push myself into the door. But Zack grabs my arm and stops me, as he growls, “Calm down! Will you?”

 

He runs his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated. “Look…Nat, I never meant for you to find out about this. But think about it, for the past one year we are almost never together. You never visit. What do you expect me to do?”

 

I can’t believe my ear.

 

is the cheater. And somehow,

 

do? I expect you to keep your thing inside of your pants.

 

forehead twists into a

 

on, Nat.” Finally he

 

I glare at him and boom through my

 

his head almost knocks on the doorframe. Before he realizes

 

it’s pouring outside. I want to head back, but the entrance

 

just locked yourself in

 

rain off my face and

 

someone. The top one and two person on my contact list are Jenna

 

now is another “you

 

while my body shivers in the

 

and have no place to go to.

 

***

 

You gotta have both the money

 

are drenched! Why can’t you give me a call and let me pick

 

her drag me into the house. “Mom I’m

 

you talking about?” her tone

 

to visit you,

 

on her face faints, as she tucks a lock of hair to the

 

her oval blue eyes and thick brown hair cascades down past her shoulder. She is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my dad

 

me instantly the first time he saw me and he compliments me all the time about how good I look. But I don’t care much about my appearance. And as it turns out, a pretty face

 

on mom’s face, I already regretted my earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not

 

for business trip and Eason is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his old room tonight. Come,

 

my stepbrother has a penthouse. Why am I not

 

his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned back. Everything is the same as I remembered it. Posters

 

he travels abroad. All his collections are shockingly expensive. One time I wanted to use a teacup in his collection to drink water, and he told me this seemingly normal teacup is actually passed down from Victoria Era and worth thousands of dollars. It shocked the crap out of me. But he just laughed and tossed me the

 

me and my mom, I

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