Page 27 of Wait For Me

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Star

Two Years Later

My phone sat on the bed, opened to the text that had come in that morning. I glanced at it again before throwing another shirt into my bag.

“What are you doing?”

I turned to see Jason standing in the middle of the doorway to the bedroom we had shared for the past seven months living with one another and the past ten as a couple.

“I’m leaving.”

“How the hell can you just leave me like this?” I rolled my eyes as Jason whined from over by the door to our bedroom while I continued to pack. “Seriously, Star? I thought we had something.”

“That’s funny, Jay, I could have sworn you said that same thing to Trisha last week when you got done fucking her in our bed?”

“W-w-what?” He sputtered unattractively. I wondered if he stopped being attractive to me before or after I found out he’d been cheating. The lines had blurred for a while there. This wasn’t the first time I contemplated leaving. Jay was the guy who ended up being a comfortable layover in life. Don’t feel bad for him, because I obviously wasn’t serious for him either, hence the cheating.

“Oh? You didn’t think I knew about it?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Star. That’s crazy talk. Trisha is your best friend. I’m your man. I don’t know what has given you these ideas, maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been working later than usual, but babe, give me a break. That’s a giant fucking leap to take.”

Wow. He was unbelievable.

“First of all, the wrong way for you to play this scenario is going to be with the whole, ‘let’s pretend Star is just crazy’ line of bullshit. I’m not crazy. I’m not wrong. I know this because first of all, Trisha was never my best friend. I learned the fake friend lesson a long time ago. Trisha has been the friendship equivalent of a hang around to an MC for me. She was an acquaintance who I didn’t mind doing things with. She might have thought I bought her line of bullshit about us being besties, but that was her take on things, not mine.”

“Secondly, Trisha is the one who came clean about your little affair,” I explained before taking the time to share the video that the conniving little bitch had sent me. “She taped your last romp through our bed a week ago, so that I could see it with my own eyes.”

“That fucking bitch!” Jay screamed as he saw the video that started to play on his phone. Unfortunately for him, he had his phone set up to play video straight to our television in the bedroom - guess he had been watching porn earlier or something. There they were, with Jay slamming into her ass like he was trying to win awards for how hard he could dick her down and wreck her asshole, and they were going at it in this very same room. It was freaky because the view from the video made it look like it was being recorded from where the TV sat, facing the bed.It was kind of like an eerie video echo.

It was extra disturbing that Jay paused the video at a point where he was pummeling her asshole. I wrinkled my nose in disgust about that because he also hadn’t been wearing a condom while going hard at anal with the tramp. Not that I had a lot to worry about in that department, I hadn’t slept with the asshole since I caught them, and even before that, I always insisted on using condoms, to Jay’s never-ending disappointment.

“What the fuck?” Jay asked as he took a closer look at the frame that was frozen on the screen. He did a double take, his eyes shifting from me back to the video, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he’d just seen.

“I guess she didn’t watch the video before she sent it to me,” I told him while pointing to myself on the screen. “Otherwise, she would have known that I was there for the live show and the video wasn’t necessary.”

“Jesus, fuck! Star, why didn’t you say anything?” Jay asked.

“Because I didn’t fucking care.”

“You didn’t care? You’ve been sleeping on the couch for a week.” He sounded mildly stupefied as he attempted to make it appear as though I cared.

“That’s what I said.” I placed the piece of clothing I’d taken out of the drier moments ago into my duffle bag and turned to look at the man I’d spent the last seven months living with. “I slept on the couch because I wasn’t going to slip into the foul sheets you left on the bed after having unprotected anal sex with your whorish little affair partner. But really, Jay, you want to know how much I don’t care? When you started hinting about bringing someone else into our bed, I knew exactly what you’d been getting up to, and I just started planning for my future without you. I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“I asked you about that over a month ago, Star.” His voice sounded defeated for some reason, as if it hurt him that I had discovered his dalliances so long ago. “Why in the hell didn’t you say anything then?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s not like you had enough in the tank to fuck me after fucking Trisha and whoever else you were doing. I was thinking about what I wanted to do.”

“Thinking about what you wanted to do,” he parroted. I really wished he’d stop doing that. It was annoying me.

“Yep.”

“What kind of cold bitch does that?”

“I don’t know, Jay. What kind of asshole cheats on his live-in girlfriend repeatedly and then asks her if they can work toward having a threesome?” I laughed at the shocked look he wore. “If I’m a cold bitch because I try to calculate what I’m doing with my life after finding out you’re a cheater, what does that make you?”

“I loved you,” he whined.

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