Page 5 of Bad Girl's Club

What did I do to deserve this?

Who fucking knows?

Josh worked for his father’s company, so there’s no telling where this girl came from. His father hated me and said I held him back. Their company had been in their family for generations. He ruined all our plans. My mind was set on getting revenge no matter what.

I’m not sure how I felt. I didn’t completely trust Josh at some point in our relationship, but it wasn’t until recently I started to question his motives and what he was doing. Part of me felt devastated, the other part of me felt free. And even though Josh and I were planning on getting married and starting our own dynasty, we planned on making a difference with our five-year plan. We had everything mapped out.

With Josh, this was supposed to be our year. We had eight months left. Yet, this thing came into his life, took his agenda, and took him away from me completely. He could have said no. She could have pushed him away. I understand it’s not her fault, but he was ruined for me. Tarnished. They completely surprised me when I found them in his office naked, and her giving her mouth a run for its money. She was swallowing every bit of his sweet pineapple-tasting cum when I walked in on them. He told her he loved her, and that she would go very far with her position. Cum slut extraordinaire? I laughed to myself. I was laughing at my betrayal. I think I was in shock.

Still recording, I cleared my throat. “Um, Josh? Like small rodents, they ran in all directions. I was filming them on my phone. This way, he couldn't manipulate me and twist the situation to make it seem like I was at fault. I knew what I saw, and they would not turn it on me this time. Every month, last Friday night at 8 pm, I would visit him, bring dinner and we would have a date to discuss our evenings and plan for our days off. Our time alone was very rare, but we worked together to make us work. My mom always told me that relationships took time and work, so I gave our relationships both.

“Chloe, it’s not what you think.” Josh was scattering and putting on his clothes. “I mean, she was just, we were just.” He was stuttering over his words. He couldn’t put a complete sentence together, so I figured I’d put him out of his misery. “Did you not get my text?”

“I received your text, but I wouldn’t have ever guessed you would have done this to me.” Murderous thoughts ran through my head. Every way of killing them and getting my revenge revved up my nerves. The thoughts, one after another, are rampant in my brain. Make her choke on his dick till she stops breathing. Make him eat her out until he chokes on pubic hair. Make her sit on his face. Death by ass. All of this sounded perfect, but I pushed the thoughts out of my head. I always knew something wasn’t right. I just didn’t think it was this.

“Joshua, my love. I have stood by your side for ten years while we maneuvered through our lives. We have had the same routine for five years and eight months. Whatever this is,” I waved around the room, “is absolutely what I think it is. You had your cock down your secretary’s throat, and she was just tasting your cum so that I wouldn’t be upset later. Is that right?” I looked at the secretary. “What is your name, anyway?”

“My, um, name is Sarah. I have been working here for three weeks. I’m the secretary on an internship while my credits are being transferred.” She stammered. She was nervous. As well as she should be. She was cute, definitely younger than I was, skinnier, with beautiful hair, and brown eyes, I can’t blame him or any men that went after her, but Josh and I were engaged, we had goals, we had plans, and this little girl just took a shit on top of every single plan we made.

“Sarah, did it taste like strawberries?” She looked at me like I spoke another language. The bags in my hands were getting heavy. “Or pineapple?” She still didn’t understand what I was saying. “His cum, stupid. That you were just emptying from his balls. Did it taste like pineapples or strawberries? Over the years, I made sure he stays up on his Vitamin C. If it isn’t sweet, then he needs to eat more, which is why I’m glad I brought my fiancé and I dinner and dessert. You can go now.” I didn’t let her answer. I wasn't certain about the outcome, but I knew I would either break down in tears or stab them.. I had no interest in fighting for him. Did I? And I did not want to go to prison.

“Fiancé? Sarah stammered and fumbled the rest of her clothes back on. “We never had sex. I just gave him head. This is the second time this happened. I thought, thought he was just using you and you were the food delivery person. He never mentioned a fiancé. Ever.”

I looked at Josh and back at Sarah. I was not sure who I should be mad at. Part of me wanted to put the blame on the secretary, the other part wanted me to hate Josh. Another part of me just wanted me to dismiss her and forget it happened; the other part wanted me to invite her to bed with us. I was still a virgin, after all. Yes, Josh and I messed around some, but sex was something sacred in my family and I promised my mother before she passed on that I would wait until I was truly ready before I took the next step with Josh.

Tears filled my eyes. I wasn’t sure what to think. We had so many plans and goals that we made together. We achieved so much together. I was about to end it all, because once a cheater, always a cheater. Men never changed. You lose them how you got them. The phrases kept repeating in my head. At that moment, I was over making it work with him. There’s no way I could forgive him.

I looked at Josh one last time and threw the engagement ring at him. I left the food and took my key to my apartment and dorm off his keychain. “Chloe, don’t do this. We can work this out. I just wanted to make sure I was perfect for your first time. I know you’re still a virgin, and I just wanted to blow your mind. I wanted to practice before our big night.” Lies. He was only sorry because he got caught. Lessons learned from a father who didn’t know what the definition of monogamy was.

“So, do you want me to go out, get a few guys and practice with them, so I can make sure I can blow your mind? Would that be okay? We get a few test runs before we tie ourselves to each other?” Actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“No, Chloe. I thought I was doing the right thing by testing the other waters before permanently setting sail with you.” He avoided eye contact, which betrayed his guilt.

“Well, you and your boat can float the fuck away, because this dock is officially closed and not accepting any reservations.” My hands went up, and I walked away. I couldn’t do this to myself anymore. I heard him beg. I heard his plea. It would never be enough with him, ever again. He burned this bridge. Now, I needed something to drink.

“I’ll have everything of yours in my apartment ready packed and ready next weekend. You and Sarah can figure things out from here. Enjoy the food. I’m out.” I walked out so fast that I was almost running. I couldn’t keep the tears from pouring out. I hit the elevator, went to the parking garage, and fell into my car once I reached it. I couldn’t let them get the best of me. I couldn’t let this define my last year of college. I should have gone back to the dorm. I should have gone home to study. Instead, I found myself in one of my favorite places, and a place I should have done a U-turn and went the other way.

Chloe

The bright lights at Bar Aphrodisiac blinded me at first. “Two shots of rum, please.” I was ready to get drunk and forget about life. It was only a block away from where Josh worked. Two blocks from my dorm, so I didn’t feel bad about getting wasted. I parked my car in my parking garage near my loft. Okay, so that might have been confusing. I had a loft and an apartment. I stayed at the loft when I needed alone time and the apartment I used while I was in class and had friends over. One was not like the other. I bought and paid for both of them. I didn’t own the dorm, but I paid for it one year at a time. Hopefully, that was cleared up.

I made one lap around the bar and finally sat in the booth nearest to the karaoke machine... I asked the bartender to bring me three rum runners and three more shots of rum and to “keep them coming”. I sent the text to my besties, and I hoped it would get to them without me needing to explain anything.

The time for damage control was now. I sent a text to my two besties and the new girl that I needed a drink. I needed my friends. I needed something to help me forget what had just happened. This was the night my entire life changed.

Chloe: 911. Meet at Bar Aphrodisiac. I’m seated at the karaoke machine. Now.

Tara: What’s going on? We have class tomorrow. You know, the first day of our last fall semester?

I sent them the videos of Joshua and Sarah. She looked like a gerbil with her cheeks full of his cock. The ways I would ruin their lives flashed before my mind.

Celeste: What the actual fuck is going on? Was that Josh? I’m on my way to the bar now. Holy hell. First three rounds and shots are on me.

Chloe: I’m already three shots in.

Star: I’m so sorry! I’m unpacking then heading to my parents right now, but when I finish up, we can have our movie date, if you’d like.

Tara: Who is Star? And why is she in our group chat?

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