Five

“You fucker! I told you to stop creeping out on the woman you just met! I’m going to beat the hell out of you! Of all people, why my best friend?!” Ana shouted while hitting Gin’s arm.

“Aw! Aw! I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know!” Gin kept on repeating while trying to dodge Ana’s hit. “Gray, mind helping me to stop this little monster?” he sounds hopeless; I can’t help but let out a small laugh; Gin’s body is way bigger than Ana’s, but his fighting back didn’t seem to cross his mind.

“What comes around goes around.” Gray said and sat on the lounger Ana was sitting on earlier, “Motherfucker.” My forehead creased when I heard him mumble. He was looking at the magazine cover, his hand formed into a fist, and his eyes darkened for a while, but he immediately released it by breathing deeply.

“Jeez, anyway, Eli, as I was saying, this is Gin, don’t worry, he’s harmless; it’s just stupidity, and libido kicked in the last time you saw him,” Gin made a face and rolled his eyes, which made me laugh, “And that heartless and egocentric guy is Gray, he’s a motherfucker sometimes, but he’s good.” I nod and shrug.

“Hey, will you be attending Lemuel’s wedding?” Gin asked out of nowhere, “It’s tomorrow afternoon.”

“Of course, duh! His wedding is unbelievable. I never knew this day would come, imagine? Lemuel? A sucker of love story is marrying someone he met a few months ago?” Ana sat beside me and reached for the mango drink she had been drinking earlier.

“Hard pass,” Gray answered, sitting comfortably on the lounger beside me. “You all know I’m not a weddinggoer. I hate watching someone get married. Too corny for me; weddings are not for me.” He said and closed his eyes.

“Loser, you just can’t accept that Lemuel got married first while you are still here,” Ana laughed knowingly.

“Hey, is that Marco?” Gin said and grabbed the magazine, “Oh hell, this motherfucker!” he laughed like it was an epic joke. “Gray, bro. Can you believe it? He got into modeling,”

“What about it?” Ana curiously asked. I promised I wouldn’t care if it was him, but here I was, listening to what Gin would say.

“You remember Thalia, right?” Ana nodded, “She was Gray’s girlfriend; they almost got married,” I was a bit shocked and took a glance at Gray, “She cheated on him with,” he pointed out to Marco, “This man.”

My heart shrank, trying hard not to cry.

I breathe deeply, trying to conceal the pain eating me right now.

“Ana,” I called her out, “I uh, I need to go back. I’ll see you later.” I said and immediately walked away. I didn’t look back when I heard her calling my name.

The moment I stepped inside the hotel room, my tears started to fall, one by one, until they became heavy, enough for me to sob. I hate it; I hate this feeling. I hate this emptiness and this anger piling up in my heart. I hate it.

Flashback

“Come on, babe, go home.” Marco said while we were talking over the phone, Cransias City, I’ve got some work around this place, “Babe, come on, I missed you.” I can’t help but chuckle; I had to take a four-hour bus ride and a seven-hour ride by plane.

I have to take this job since it pays a significant amount of money that I can use for our hospital and daily expenses. Marco insisted he could support me since he came from a well-known family. But I can’t and won’t accept it; I don’t have the audacity to receive any money or things from him.

He is my boyfriend because I love him, not because I need his money. People around us think that I clang to him because he is wealthy. Well, I consider that as his parent’s money, since he never worked for it, his parents did.

“I told you, I still have two remaining days,” I said while packing up my things inside my luggage; the truth is I’ve been done with my work since last night, but I didn’t want to tell him about it; I planned to surprise him later this night since it’s our 20th month as a couple.

“Jeez. Okay,” he surrendered, “Just take care of yourself, okay?” he said.

I nod as if he’s in front of me, “Yes sir, I have to get to work; I’ll see you in two days, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too; update me, okay? I’ll pick you up.” I chuckled and ended the call.

I finished packing my remaining stuff; I called my boss and reminded him that I was coming back today; he agreed and mumbled my thanks.

I was so excited; I couldn’t help but smile while imagining Marco’s shocked face when he realized that I was in front of him. It’s a long tiring trip; it’s almost dawn when I arrive in front of his condo. Many people think that Marco and I are living together, but no, I’m very conservative; I wanted to do it and live together under one roof under the blessing of marriage.

I fish my duplicate key and silently unlock the door; the condo is so quiet; he’s usually at work around this time, and he goes home around four in the afternoon; I was about to take off my sweater when I noticed something lying on the floor.

Undergarment.

My heart started pounding, and my hand formed a fist, wanting to stop myself from what my brain told me to do. A bottle of champagne, two wine glasses with unfinished liquor inside, a red see-through bra, red panty, an unfamiliar black embroidered Sheer tube dress, and a pair of black stilettos; near the sofa was Marco’s button-down shirt, his belt, and his denim jeans.

“Oh, Marco! Ahh!” My poor heart broke into pieces when I heard that disgusting moan from a woman coming from Marco’s bedroom.

Although my knees were shaking, and I couldn’t feel my arms, I reached his door; I wanted to see it myself before I completely believed that this fucker was fucking another woman.

My lips trembled, and tears slid from my eyes when I saw them naked; the woman was on Marco’s top, pleasuring the man I believed was mine.

“Ahh, Marco, fuck!” the woman was moving up and down, placing both hands on Marco’s broad chest. Marco’s left hand held the woman’s waist while his right hand massaged her breast; I can see how pleasurable it was for him what the woman was doing at the top of him.

“Come on, babe. Cum for me.” Marcos said in his horse tone while biting his lips, looking at the woman’s eyes. I saw pleasure; I saw love; I saw adoration. Things that I thought were exclusively for me.

“I’m Cuming, babe.” The woman said I’m watching them betraying me every second that’s passing.

“Marco.” I want to congratulate myself for not stuttering; they both stop and land their eyes on the person standing before them. His eyes immediately widened upon realizing what was happening now, “How could you?”

He immediately stood up; the woman seemed oblivious to why he acted like that but was not shocked to see that someone barged into his fuck buddy’s condo. So, she knew, she knew she was fucking someone else property. What a fucking hoe.

“Eli, let me,” he’s trying to cover himself while running in my direction. “Let me explain.”

“How could you explain this, fucking another woman?” he was trying to reach for my hand, but I immediately waved it. “You know what?” I slapped him hard, and the side of his lips bled, but he didn’t budge; he was just looking at me, regretting what he had just done, but I didn’t fucking care. “Fuck you.”

I looked at the girl, she was crying, but I was too mad right now; her face was so angelic, so charming; she looked like she came from a high-status family. While me? A breadwinner for my family.

I immediately storm out; I can’t take what my eyes are seeing. Maybe I’m just a delusional bitch, to think that someone like Marco would stay faithful to me when there are tons of fish in his sea. Who am I to believe it?

After all, I’m good at nothing.