Chapter 2

Dahlia 

I had been knocking on the door for the past few minutes but there was no answer. 

I decided to give it one last try and my lips fell in a frown when there was still no answer. I had always told Scott to fix his doorbell since he always had a problem hearing when someone was knocking and he kept saying he was going to do it. 

Now look. 

Calling him was definitely not an option as it was going to ruin the surprise and I was certain he was home because even though it was a bit dim, I could the light in his bedroom was switched on. 

Then suddenly I recalled that unlike me, Scott used to keep a spare key in one of his flower pots in case he forgot or lost the first one. He was always such a careless dummy. Sometimes I even felt like his mum or his babysitter rather than his girlfriend. 

I searched for the key and found it in one of the pots as expected. I quickly grabbed the key, unlocked the door and got into the house.

I took in a deep breath, letting the familiar scent that always lingered around Scott settle in my lungs. Mint mixed with the sharp edge of his aftershave…I could recognize his scent anywhere. 

It had only been two weeks, but it felt like an eternity. I had missed him more than I could admit. Stepping into his living room, I was greeted by chaos: clothes and random items were scattered across the floor. 

"That's weird. Did he get drunk and mess up his place again?" The thought lingered in my mind. 

Amongst the items on the floor, I spotted something that made me pause…women's clothing. My brows furrowed as unease crept in. That's strange. 

I racked my head thinking of the most reasonable explanation why a woman's cloth would be lying on his floor. I thought of one but immediately shook off the thought. I didn't wanna spoil my mood for the night so I picked them up, folded them neatly and carried them up to his room. 

"Maybe his sister came over," I muttered under my breath trying to convince myself.

On reaching his room, I began hearing some weird noises, the door wasn't completely closed so I could hear what was going on in his room. 

Maybe he was watching porn? I thought, but I wasn't still convinced so I decided to take a peek to see what he was actually doing. 

I carefully dropped the neatly folded clothes I was holding by the door and stealthily moved to the side of the door that was slightly ajar so he couldn't hear or see me.

As I slowly took a peek, my jaw dropped and I couldn't believe my eyes. 

Hell, I couldn't even speak, I was dumbfounded. 

Scott was having sex with another woman. My feets were glued to the floor. I couldn't move or speak, I just watched. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. 

It all sounded distant, like a faint murmur that slowly grew louder, resonating in my ears like an echo from a tunnel. 

They were both completely naked and my mind wandered to the clothes I had picked up earlier. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. 

The girl was lying on the bed with one of her legs wrapped around him while the other one was placed on his shoulder. Scott on the other hand was standing by the side of the bed concentrating on nothing else but her and I felt an immense pain in my chest. 

"Fuck babe," he exhaled and I couldn't help but feel even more bad as I heard him call her babe. 

"You really know how to make a man feel good," he lowered his head, kissing her and I felt my chest tighten as I forced air into my lungs, trying my best to breathe. 

What was he saying? Does that mean I never made him feel good? 

I know I didn't let him have sex with me but I did let him touch me whenever and wherever he wanted, so that wasn't enough? 

"No sweetie...it's all you. I mean you always know how to hit the right spot," 

That voice...I know that voice. 

"You mean like this," he said, pulling her closer towards him as she let out a soft moan and I was certain I would've cringed if I wasn't trying so hard to keep my emotions in check.

"Oh fuck...yes babe. Again...do it again," I couldn't exactly see his face since he had his back to me but I could still tell he was smiling as he kept fucking her and they kept making erotic noises that filled the whole room.

I wanted to leave immediately and go cry my eyes out but I wanted to find out who the woman was, I wanted to find out more, so I stayed. The woman's voice was so familiar and I could have sworn I've heard it before....but where? I could only hear bits of their conversation and it wasn't loud enough so I couldn't quite tell.

I then moved closer hoping they still wouldn't hear or see me. "Scott…please?" I heard her beg and I stiffened. Was that…No. It couldn't be. 

"Please what?"

"Please...make me cum," she moaned out.

"Your wish is my command, my princess," I felt another force jam my chest. I was certain I was going to have a heart attack soon. 

He called her my princess. The name he used to call me. I couldn't believe this, has he been cheating on me all this while?

Suddenly, it clicked in my head and I reached for my phone as I dialed his number. I didn't know why I was doing this but I had a strong feeling that calling him would get me answers. 

Maybe I could even watch his reaction and see if he was going to pick up or feel guilty. I tapped on his contact and a couple of seconds later, his phone started ringing. 

"Who is it?" The woman sounded irritated. I decided to ignore my deductions earlier and focus on Scott. Surely there were lots of people who sounded alike, so it couldn't be her. 

It couldn't be Emma. 

Scott looked at his phone and rolled his eyes and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. To think he felt this way about me and still sounded so happy when he talked with me on the phone, when I was still in Pennsylvania. And here I thought I was loved. 

"It's that goody-two-shoes," he sighed.

"That bitch," I heard her speak again and the gnawing feeling in my gut continued. 

Shake it off, Lia. It's not her. 

"Come on baby, that's no way to talk about your best friend,"he leaned closer and everything around me stopped. 

No. No, no, no. 

It can't be. It can't be Emma. 

Emma would never do such a thing. Emma always talked about how Scott didn't deserve me and how she'd beat him up if she ever found out he hurt me. 

She would never lie to me like that. 

Only…she did. 

I didn't want to believe it earlier but now that I thought about it, they did have the same stature. I cocked my head to see if I could see her face but Scott's back was obstructing me. 

God…why did his back have to be so built. 

"Says the guy who's having sex with her best friend behind her back, for the twentieth time," 

My eyes widened. 

Did I actually hear that right...the twentieth time? So this has been going on for like...forever?

"Are you actually counting?" he drawled, grinning. 

"I was...until I lost track each time you made me cum so hard that I forgot the previous number," she sat up wrapping her hands around his shoulder. 

So she's saying that it's more than that?

How long has this been going on? 

"You bad bad girl," he growled, pinning her hands above her head before he continued fucking her. "You're the one who tempted me back then in the janitor's closet. I mean did you honestly expect me to just leave you there when you stripped right in front of me…when your was ass was begging to be fucked and wrecked by my juicy cock." 

The janitors closet…

My throat dried as it dawned on me. 

"And you were willing to please me, unlike that trash who calls herself my girlfriend," he continued and I couldn't help but blame myself for everything. 

Maybe if I would have given him my body back then none of this would have happened. 

"Please, let's stop...talking about that bitch and make me cum already," Emma's voice echoed in my ears. 

So I was the cause of all this...all this happened cause I didn't let him have sex with me, I was supposed to be the one on Scott's bed tonight, having a great time with him, but instead he chose my best friend over me. 

I should have just let him have sex with me the first time he tried, if I did, then maybe none of this would have happened.

"Fuck...Scott...don't stop now. I'm about to cum…fuck," 

Watching this was torture. Every second I spent staring, my heart broke into a thousand more pieces, but for some reason I couldn't stop. My feet were glued to the ground and my eyes fixed straight ahead. 

"I love you Emma," he said between heavy breaths as he bent over kissing her. 

"I love you too Scott," she said. 

And that was all it took to destroy me. Suddenly my feet wobbled and as much as I wanted to drop to the ground and cry my soul out, I knew it was time for me to leave. 

I quickly picked up the clothes and that was when I noticed that most of them were Emma's. I wasn't paying attention earlier because it didn't come to mind but now….

I let out a small sigh before hurrying down and throwing the clothes back on the floor in the living room, just like they were when I came in. 

I made sure I left everything as how they were when I came, including the keys. I wasn't sure why but I just thought it'd be better if they didn't know. I didn't want anyone chasing after me to apologize. 

That is if he would even apologize. I sniffled, as the tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly put on my coat as I waited for a cab so I could get out of here as quickly as possible. 

"Where are you going ma'am?" the driver asked as I got into the cab. 

I opened my mouth to speak up but paused when I realized I didn't have any destination in mind. I was pretty sure that I didn't want to go home and I definitely couldn't go to Emma's place. "Just keep driving," I finally said. 

The man gave me a strange look before he turned, started the car and drove off. But I didn't care about what he thought about me. 

My head was clouded with thoughts and I had other worries in my mind. 

Hell, I couldn't even think straight. 

I stared out the window, watching buildings roll past, I didn't even know where this man was taking me. 

All I knew was, I wanted to forget this night and deep down I wished that all this was one bad dream and that I could wake up from it and then everything would be back to normal but unfortunately it wasn't a dream, it was all real.