Page 42 of Thirst Trap
It’s fine. No big deal. He’s just dancing. There’s no harm in dancing.
As the video plays, I wonder why it has as many views as it does. It’s not posted onto Jake’s account. In fact, the user doesn’t even have a profile picture. But if the likes are any indication, the video is slowly creeping to viral status.
Then I see why.
Jake stands up, his hips moving in that way that drives me and every other woman on that app insane. His movements are taking him back, right into the hips of a waiting woman.
And when he turns around, I have to blink a couple times to see what I think I’m seeing.
She pulls him in for a kiss.
And he doesn’t push her away.
In fact, if the video is correct, he kisses her back.
The video cuts off and starts playing again from the beginning, and I can’t help but watch it over and over. And every time I get to the part I know is coming, I pray I’m not going to see what I know is coming.
But there it is. As plain as day. Jake kissing another woman. A stranger.
They are strangers. They will never know the real me. You? You are real. You know me. The real me. And you’re the only one who gets to see my moves in real life, you get me?”
The memory of that conversation, of his promise, punches me in the gut as I realize what just happened.
Jake kissed another woman. And it’s all over the Internet to see.
I drop my phone in the tub, and I’m too in shock to care. I knew something like this could happen. Hell, the night we met was a direct product of him hitting on a stranger in a bar with his stupidly sexy dance moves. Was I so naive to think that he wouldn’t do it again?
This is my own fault. I knew this was too good to be true. The only man who I truly let in, the only man who didn’t see me just for my last name, didn’t actually see me at all.
This is what happens when I let my guard down.
This is what I get for falling in love with a thirst trap.
