Hey, my name is Hayley Valdez, I'm 20 years old, and I'm a pretty slim girl, with curves but mostly muscles because I love doing physical activities, especially running in the morning to start my day. I have black hair and dark brown eyes. I like to think I'm beautiful, but from an outsider's point of view, I think I'd be considered just a regular girl, but I know I'm beautiful.
Today I wanted to surprise my boyfriend of over 2 years. I never thought that I could stay in a relationship with someone for so long. The love that is always present in my parents' marriage never made me want to settle down. But Isaac has strangely managed to change my mind.
For our second anniversary, I'm planning to take my boyfriend to a funfair, and at the end, with fireworks, I'm going to propose. I know some people will say we're too young for this, but if I feel ready, and he doesn't, then this proposal will be a promise between us.
It may seem strange to some that I'm the one proposing to him, but not to me. I don't think it's mandatory for the man in the relationship to propose. And if your man is offended by being proposed to, then he's stupid, well, that's just my opinion.
Because if you want to marry the person anyway, it doesn't matter who asks.
I sound very sure of myself, as if I were sure that Isaac would accept, but the truth is very different. I'm very stressed, I don't want to be rejected, but if he's not ready, I'll understand.
I finally arrived at Isaac's blocks, parked my car, and got out. I picked up the bouquet of roses I'd left on the driver's seat and closed the door, not forgetting to lock my car.
I was standing in front of the entrance to his building, so there was no need to ring the intercom, as I had the code to open the door, and it was a surprise. I had led Isaac to believe that I wouldn't be able to make it today because I had a so-called assignment to finish, and I knew that Isaac didn't even suspect that it was our two years together, he doesn't have a very good memory.
I finally got off the elevator on the 15th floor and pulled the apartment key out of my pocket before I reached the front door.
I was wearing black jeans with a red shirt that hugged my curves perfectly and black high heels. I had a leather jacket over it and my handbag with the strap on my shoulders in addition to the bouquet. For the occasion, I wore light make-up on my face, a make-up that highlighted my dark brown eyes, and red lipstick on my full lips, with my hair loose and curly towards the end.
I put the key in the lock, turning it very gently so as not to make any noise. He was probably in front of the TV, watching a marathon of romantic comedies. I preferred horror movies.
The TV was playing a romantic movie, one of his favorites, but he wasn't in the living room. I started to take off my shoes, but before I could bend down to take them off, something caught my eye and stopped me.
I walked into the living room and there was something on the floor that didn't belong to me, and Isaac wasn't the type to wear a skirt. But it wasn't just the skirt on the floor, there were pants, socks, it was a trail of clothes and I followed it and I started to hear some strange noises coming from Isaac's room. I think deep down I knew what it was, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that Isaac was that kind of person.
With a trembling hand, I gently placed my hand on the bedroom doorknob. I debated whether or not to open it.
My emotions were all over the place. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop them or let them continue?
The thought almost made me laugh. I decided to leave the door handle and let them continue. Silently, I moved to the sofa.
I didn't want to dirty my eyes with the scene in the bedroom.
In those few moments of shock, I felt a great betrayal, but now I felt nothing. I felt nothing, not even a void.
Is that a good thing? I don't think so. But I can't help it.
To prevent my ears from being further soiled by what was happening, I decided to put on my headphones.
I leaned back a little more on the sofa, hoping it hadn't gotten dirty, the headphone cord between the fingers of my left hand. The small box suddenly felt heavy in my pocket, so I took it out. I opened it and looked at the ring inside. A silver ring with black flame motifs and a small dark blue diamond inlay. If I had enough money, I would have bought a more detailed ring with maybe a slight bigger diamond.
I had to work at least three jobs for several months to buy this ring with this design and to pay for today's date. I was really happy when I finally got it in time to surprise him.
I closed the dark blue velvet box and closed my eyes. The thought of everything I had done to make today perfect made me want to cry, but I didn't.
Other than the sudden urge to cry, which quickly passed, I didn't feel much. But I knew that eventually I would feel those feelings, and it wouldn't be fun.
I listened to the music in my ears for a few moments. Then, when I finally felt ready, I opened my eyes and picked up my phone. I read the latest messages between Isaac and myself.
Isaac(❁'◡`❁)
[When are you coming back? 🥺]
[I got something to do and as soon as I get back I'll call you😔]
[Okay 🥰]
I was happy that I hadn't said anything and that I had organized a surprise for my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend because at least I wouldn't be part of this masquerade called 'relationship' anymore.
[I've arrived downstairs at your place, I've got a little surprise for you 😊].
I finally decided to send a message, wondering what he'd do after sending it.
Should I go to the bar afterward?
Suddenly, I heard a door open. My music had stopped. I carefully removed the headphones from my ears. I calmly gathered the wire before putting it away as I heard a commotion behind me.
"Why do I have to go?" I heard a familiar voice say, stopping me in my tracks as I straightened up.
I felt a sudden anger rise in me, this was the worst betrayal of all.
"She's coming, she's downstairs-" Isaac stopped as I finally decided to straighten up, but I didn't look back at them.
"Who are you..." that voice started, so familiar, so very familiar, "talking about?" she finished quietly, she must have seen me too, I grabbed my phone, turned on the camera and stood up, finally turning around.
"Hayley," they both whispered, shocked at my presence as I continued to film them. He wasn't even dressed; she had her clothes in her hands.
Realizing the spectacle they were making in front of me, they began to cover themselves as best they could.
"It's not what you think!" Isaac said but stopped when he saw the hand raised to stop him.
"I have eyes, Isaac, I'm not a child, you can't fool me. I know very well what you were doing,"
I said, looking him straight in the eye, he lowered his eyes, knowing he couldn't defend himself, "I don't see what point you have in going behind my back, except that you wanted to hurt me."
"Don't try to interrupt me, you know very well that I'm right, you could have just left me if you loved her. What about you?" I turned my eyes back to the person I considered my sister, she tried to look strong, but I could see fear in her eyes.
"Just learn to respect yourself. I really don't have time to be childish with you, so I'll leave you alone. Isaac, it's over between us."
They seemed shocked by the calm way the situation unfolded, since I wasn't known for being patient and calm.
Before I left, I felt entitled to add, "By the way, we don't know each other anymore, you're a stranger to me, and I'm a stranger to you. We don't know each other. And if either of you has a mind of your own, I won't hesitate to show you how I can be your worst nightmare," I said dangerously, not waiting for an answer from them, I left.
I was amazed at how it all turned out in reality, but I didn't want them to see how much the situation affected me.
A betrayal by two people I thought I'd never have to be suspicious of.
I'm going to have a hard time trusting anyone after this.
#Flashback
"What do you think about trust?" my father had asked me one day, I didn't understand why he asked me, but I had answered.
"Trust is something you have to earn."
Then he laughed and shook his head, "No, trust is not something you can earn."
I looked at him strangely, not understanding what he was getting at, but he didn't keep me in the dark for long.
"I want you to know that you are not one to make people take tests just to gain your trust, because in the end, if they betray you, what's the point of these so-called tests?"
I then asked him, "So, what do you think about trust?"
"For me, trust is something that can be given in different degrees depending on the person, but it's something that you give, not 100% of course, but enough, and it's up to them to see how they're going to 'use' it. Use is not the right word, but I think you understand me. And if they choose to betray that trust, it's their loss."
I looked at him, I think I could understand his reasoning, but I said, "If you say it's something to give, how do you know who to give it to?"
My father laughed and said, "You can tell when someone can have your trust, and it's not because they've done something good for you that they have your trust. No one has another's trust 100%. And as I told you before, trust is not earned, it's given.
I still couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me, even though I understood his reasoning. I nodded and turned my attention back to the movie.
#End of Flashback#
When I remembered that moment, I realized that I finally understood what my father meant at that moment. But that doesn't alter the fact that the situation hurts.
My reaction is not that of someone who's just been betrayed by two people they care about, it makes me wonder if I really loved them.
I stopped and looked up at the sky, the sun was about to set.
No, I loved them, but I'm afraid to accept so much pain, hence I am running away from it.
I didn't know what to do, I needed a distraction before I got depressed, instead of this being a day of pain and sadness, I was going to enjoy this day and cry later.
With some effort on my part, I was finally able to put a smile on my face. Small, but at least it was a smile.
I finally got in my car, put on some music, and started singing, avoiding any sad music on my playlist. I need joy, not sadness.
...
I had finally arrived at the front door of the bar, and the name of the bar was funny enough: 'Departure'.
It's true that I need a new beginning, but then, not now.
There weren't many people there yet, so I went over to the bartender and ordered a lemonade.
It was rather ironic that I went to a bar not to drink alcohol, but to drink lemonade. I didn't like alcoholic drinks in general, so I didn't drink it.
The reason I came to this bar, besides the lemonade, was that they had a club, you just had to find the secret door. Which wasn't too complicated if you were totally friendly with the bartender every time you came in.
He had once asked me: If I didn't come to a bar to get drunk, why did I come all the time?
"I come to get drunk on the atmosphere and the music. I don't need alcohol to be euphoric," I replied with a smile, and he laughed and shook his head slightly.
He seemed to be thinking about something, then he came closer and lowered himself to my level, "If you've come to get drunk on the music and atmosphere, I know the perfect place," he said with a playful glint in his eyes and a grin.
It was then that he introduced me to the bar's secret club, which of course had an entrance outside the bar where people came in, but if you didn't know the club existed, you'd never know it was an entrance.
He allowed me to go through the entrance into the bar, I had asked him why.
"I like you," he'd replied, shrugging like it was a stupid question on my part.
When I entered the club, I'd quickly realized that it was a club for affluent people from the decor, but the atmosphere and the music were like, no, better than those of normal clubs.
And I think today was the perfect day to get "drunk". I thanked James for the lemonade.
"You look nice today," James said, I smiled easily, he had that effect on me.
"I look nice every day." And he laughed.
"What's all this for?"
"I've decided to put an end to my need to please men," I replied, laughing.
He raised an eyebrow, "Is this a coming out I'm hearing from you? If so, I'll always be here to support you." He began to say with a smile and finished the rest of his sentence with a serious tone.
Despite all the advances in technology and society, some people still insist on making the world miserable with their idiocy.
I smile, "Thank you, James. And this may or may not be a coming out on my part."
"I think you, you, need to loosen up a bit," he said with a grin, and I knew very well what he was thinking.
"You're right, let's go," I said and got up from the stool.
James took off his apron and put on his suit jacket, straightening his sleeves which he had rolled up, then put on his jacket and extended his elbow to me, "M'lady," he had said in a rather funny tone.
I smiled at his silliness.
We crossed the bar and entered his office, then he opened a door and put his hand on the wall next to the bookcase.
At first, I was very suspicious when he took me to his office, but something inside me told me that I could trust him. I also learned that day that he was the son of the owner of the bar and club. And that he liked to come in and help out.
"Exactly how old are you, James?" I had asked him, because he looked older than me, but acted - after I got to know him - in a childish way. That had made me curious about his age.
"You don't ask a gentleman his age, my dear," he had said, and when he saw my eyebrow rise at his answer, he had looked shocked, "No! Don't you know it's a matter of common sense! My darling, you need to rethink your education."
I had tapped him lightly on the arm, "Stop it!" I had said, trying to take a serious tone.
Our eyes had met, then, unable to stop ourselves, we had started laughing until our stomachs hurt, of course, we had received stares from the people around us, but we didn't care.
"To answer your question, I'm 21," he'd finally told me, "and I'm an Aries."
"Oh, you're older than me, I'm 20. And why are you telling me your sign?"
"Because I'm a proud Aries baby." I had rolled my eyes to show my incomprehension, but the little smile on the corner of my lips couldn't be hidden.
"Hayley!" I heard James call, snapping me out of my thoughts, I looked at him and saw concern in his eyes.
"Are you okay? I've been calling you since earlier, but you haven't answered."
I smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just remembering the day you brought me here for the first time," I said as I looked around the club, it was already a little crowded.
James smiled and joked, "You probably thought I was going to kidnap you."
I shook my head and walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool, James next to me. I put down my empty glass and turned to face the dance floor, watching.
" Lemonade?" I heard James ask and I nodded.
"Icey."
When I turned my attention back to the people around me, I noticed a woman. She was stunning.
She was wearing a dark blue dress with an opening down the side. Her leg was long, seemingly endless. She was wearing dark blue heels that glowed in the light.
The dress accentuated her cleavage. Her arms seemed soft. My eyes went all over her, starting at the bottom.
My attention landed on her neck, which needed to be adorned with hickeys, and I could see her chest rise and fall with each inhale and exhale.
Her lips were pink, glossy, and luscious. They made me want to nibble on them. Her tongue then made its presence known by moistening her lips. I had a sudden urge to suck on it without rest. I noticed a small smile forming on her lips.
But that didn't stop me from wanting to explore every inch of her. She had such a cute nose, I wanted to rub the tip of mine against hers and bite it lightly.
When my eyes finally landed on hers, she was already looking at me. I didn't know the exact color of her eyes because the light never hit her face.
But the way she looked at me made me want to ravage her. She had this mysterious, dangerous air about her with that look that...
Fortunately or unfortunately, a glass of lemonade appeared in front of my eyes, breaking the contact between her and me.
My eyes fell on James, who had a playful smile on his face, letting me know he'd seen it all. I licked my lips, feeling that they were dry despite my lipstick, and took the glass.
Then I began to drink my lemonade. James drank three shots and had a grimace on his face.
Then he took his beer and got up from his chair, thinking he wasn't going to tell me anything about what had just happened, so I continued to drink my lemonade.
He put a hand on my shoulder and leaned toward me, "Let's go show your lady how to move your hips on a dance floor," he whispered.
"She's not my lady!" I countered, James rolled his eyes and held out his hand to me.
I took his hand and stood up from my chair as well.
"Yet..." James said in a whisper.
I glanced over to the woman's booth and saw that she was talking to another woman next to her, and they looked close to each other. A sudden feeling of disappointment washed over me, but I wasn't going to let it get me down, tonight was meant to be celebrated, not maudlin.
The music wasn't at its peak yet, but as we entered the dance floor, it was as if the DJ knew that the king and queen of the dance floor had arrived.
"That's my jam!" James shouted and started to move to the sound, I took his glass after he finished and went to put it on the bar. I returned to the dance floor with an excited James.
The alcohol had taken its toll. And let's face it, when I'm excited and euphoric, especially with friends and good music, I'm no different from someone who's been drinking.
Sensing James' excitement and the good music, I quickly got into the mood. And I started dancing, too.
We were so much in our own world that we were left in the middle of the dance floor. Of course, the others were also dancing, but thanks to our energy, it had become a huge party.
Yes, we have that effect on people.
The music changed for a moment and the music that was playing made me look at James and we both had grins on our faces.
I started to dance in a very sensual way, trying to impress a certain person I'd caught watching me.
My hips had a mind of their own, undulating and hypnotizing those who wanted to be hypnotized. My hands seemed to be trying to catch a mirage above me.
I felt the music vibrating through me, and I felt completely immersed in the rhythm.
Then I felt a hand on me that didn't stop me, I thought it must be James, but I realized it wasn't, but it didn't stop me, I kept going.
When the guitar solo was over, I turned and found myself face to face with the angel who had caught my eye.
I smiled and put my arms around her neck, giving her the courage to put her hands around my waist.
I brought our bodies together, our lips brushed, and I smiled. Suddenly, my hand came to rest on her back and I brought my front to hers and began to rock my body against hers in a very sensual way, without taking my eyes off her. Her eyes were such a deep emerald green that I could get lost in them without having enough.
The music ended, and I placed my hand on her cheek. I gave her a light kiss on the cheek, then said a few inches from her lips.
"I want to fuck you."
My eyes showed the intensity of a desire I'd thought was non-existent. It was the first time I'd ever wanted someone so badly.
The woman's eyes darkened, and I could read even more desire in them.
She took my hand and led me to who knows where, but I showed no resistance. My eyes quickly fell on James, who looked happy for me and gave me the 'okay' sign. I nodded, and he gave me a thumbs-up with a big smile.
I laughed lightly and concentrated on my fine lady, or rather her backside, 'Damn, woman'.
She turned and momentarily paused, my eyes leaving my new obsession and meeting hers.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked, then continued to lead me on. I knew she'd heard me, and I won't lie, her reaction made my mouth water. I wanted to savor her, and my patient was about to expire.
We found ourselves in a hotel lobby, which surprised me a bit. The place was bigger than I had expected, but I didn't have time to think about that. I just wanted to concentrate on the goddess in front of me, who still hadn't said a word to me.
But that wasn't a problem for me, because I would make her moan and lose her voice, so she could hold out for now.
We were in the elevator, and we still hadn't said anything to each other, but I had her body against mine, and I was giving her little kisses on her neck.
I wanted her and I couldn't control myself. She didn't stop me, but tilted her head to give me more access to her neck. She let out soft moans.
I felt like I had become a vampire, so much so that I didn't want to let go of her neck. And I couldn't wait to taste her lips.
Ding
The elevator door opened, and I decided to let go of her neck, but without moving too far away from her. I couldn't keep my hands off her after that initial taste.