Chapter 1
Stacy's pov
"How dare you?"
The words came out of my mouth like a broken cry. My hands were shaking as I stared at the phone. It was still buzzing softly, the bright screen showing his last text.
"I'm right on my way now. I'll tell her that I was called for an unscheduled meeting. Can't wait to see you."
Little love emojis followed the message. They were meant for my friend Lisa.
My friend.
My boyfriend.
The truth hit me like a hard blow to the chest. My whole body went cold. My heart felt like it was cracking apart. I scrolled up, hoping I was wrong. Hoping I misunderstood. But every message was clear.
"You were right."
"Stacy sucks in bed."
"I miss you."
Each word felt like a knife pushed deeper into me. I wanted to scream, but the bathroom door was close, and I could hear the sound of running water. Arnold was just there, taking his shower, acting normal, while my world was falling apart.
I tried to breathe. In... out... but it was hard. My chest felt tight, like someone was pressing it down.
The shower stopped.
Silence filled the room. Then the door opened, and Arnold walked out, water still dripping from his skin. He looked the same as always. Handsome. Confident. Calm. He even gave me that smile I used to love. The smile that always made me feel special.
But this time, I felt nothing. No warmth. No love. Just pain and anger.
He reached for a towel and dried his hair slowly, like nothing was wrong. I watched him, unable to believe how easy it was for him to pretend. How easy it was for him to lie.
I raised the phone with trembling fingers and handed it to him.
He looked at the screen. His smile faded for just a second. Then, to my shock, he smirked. A cold, cruel smirk.
"Mmm hmm," he said lazily. "Yeah. Lisa is better in bed than you."
My heart dropped even further.
"And I'm going to her place now," he added, picking up his shirt like we were discussing the weather.
My body froze, then suddenly exploded with emotion.
"You have been sleeping with her all this while!" I screamed. "You cheated on me with my best friend? After everything I did for you?"
He only shrugged.
No apology.
No regret.
No shame.
That silence hurt more than any lie could.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed my clothes. My hands were clumsy, my vision blurry with tears. I did not care how I looked. I just wanted out.
"Goodbye, Stacy," he said casually behind me, like I meant nothing.
I slammed the door and ran into the night.
Cold air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside my chest. Cars passed. People laughed. Music played from nearby buildings. The world was moving on like nothing happened, but my life had just been shattered.
I walked without knowing where I was going.
All I could think about was Arnold. The man I gave everything to. The man I trusted with my heart, my body, my future. I had changed my whole life for him. I had waited. I had obeyed rules. I had stayed pure because I believed in true love.
He was supposed to be my forever.
He was my first.
And now he had turned me into nothing.
The shame hurt. I had given my Virginity. He told me how good I was in bed. It was my first time, but I felt so good… I wanted more, not until I saw that text.
I thought he loved me?
No! He only wanted to get his way through me.
My self-worth felt crushed.
And Lisa? My best friend. My friend since childhood. She dare betray me like this?
I couldn't even think anymore. My saliva was bitter, my stomach churned in agony.
I kept walking until I saw the bright lights and noisy entrance of a bar. Without thinking, I walked inside.
The air was heavy with alcohol and loud music. People were dancing, talking, laughing. I felt like a ghost among the living.
I walked to the counter and leaned on it.
"Beer," I whispered.
The bartender handed me a glass. I drank it fast. Then another. And another. I stopped counting. I just wanted the pain to disappear. With each sip, my body felt lighter, my mind foggier. The sharp pain began to soften into confusion.
Soon, I felt bold. I felt careless and even reckless.
"Hey beautiful," a voice whispered close to my ear.
I turned slowly and saw a tall blond man standing beside me. He looked strong and confident. His eyes were intense but not unkind. He smiled slightly.
"Hi," I said, my words slurred. "You're... gorgeous."
He gave a small laugh. "You already said that when you walked in," he replied.
His eyes looked me over, and I knew he could see my broken state. He knew I was hurting. And he also knew I was vulnerable.
"I have a car outside," he said quietly.
Normally, I would never follow a strange man. But tonight, I didn't care. I didn't care about danger. I didn't care about my reputation. I didn't care about anything.
I just wanted to feel something other than pain.
So I followed him.
The night air was cold as we walked to his car. He opened the door, and I slid inside. He got in beside me, close enough that I could feel his heat.
He leaned forward and kissed me. It was sudden, fast, and full of hunger. His hands touched my waist, and I felt a strange wave move through my body. Not love. Just raw need. A need to erase Arnold from my mind.
I closed my eyes.
"Please..." I whispered, not even knowing what I was truly asking for. Comfort? Escape? Forgetting?
He murmured something soft, and his lips brushed my neck. I grabbed his shirt, holding on like I was drowning. My whole body felt overwhelmed with mixed emotions - Pain, anger, desire and confusion.
"You are a naughty girl," he laughed softly.
I shook my head. I wasn't naughty. I was just broken.
The moment that followed was not about love. It was about release. About letting go of everything that had been choking me.
And there it was - the earth-shattering orgasm of my life. It came not with the man I loved and saved myself for, but in the back of a strange car, with a man whose name was unknown to me.
And when it finally ended, my body felt weak, tired, but strangely lighter.
For the first time, I felt warmth instead of pain.
I leaned back against the seat, my eyes heavy. My mind stopped racing. My chest stopped aching so sharply. The noise of the world faded, and I let sleep take me.