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“I woke up in the middle of the night with my arms wrapped around someone. Still drunk. Thought it was you. Fuck. Thought it was you there with me. Too damn drunk to put it together that there was no way you would be back from Europe yet.”
My heart sank so far into my body, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find it again, because suddenly the end of this story was becoming painfully clear.
“June, swear to God, I thought she was you.” His eyes met mine and I could see the guilt, remorse, and pain there in them. Enough to know what happened next.
“What did you do?” The question came out as nothing more than a whisper.
“I went down on her,” he admitted.
“I never let you do that,” was the first thing to pop in my head.
“I know, and I thought it was weird, but figured maybe Anna talked it up to you or something and you were finally willing to let me.”
I felt sick. I was going to throw up all over my boyfriend. His mouth was on another woman, and not just her mouth, not just a kiss. His lips, tongue, they’d touched another woman in her most intimate place and… and… and he hadn’t kissed me the minute I was out of that car today. He had simply fussed about me calling his friend some names. Then he’d dragged me behind a building to tell me all about how he put his mouth on someone else.
He was obviously lost to the memory from that night as he stared out over my shoulder. “She was so damn into it, and I thought it was you finally coming around. It charged me up even more.”
“Please, stop,” I begged so quietly that I didn’t think he heard me, especially when he continued.
“I fucked her after that, and even though it was different, I still thought it was you. Everything was dark and it’s not like she was talking or anything. But then, she…” He seemed to finally remember that I was there listening to all this, and the guilt came flooding back to replace the excited gleam in his eyes that he hadn’t been able to hide as he remembered his time with her.
“When she orgasmed, and said my name, it was the first time I realized that it wasn’t you there with me. Well, there were moments when I questioned shit because you never let me do things and your orgasms certainly never felt like that on my dick. I came inside her because the pull of… Well, it was so strong…”
“You…” I couldn’t even repeat the words. “Tell me you were wearing a condom!” I demanded and winced as the shrillness of my voice registered with me.
He shook his head sheepishly. “Didn’t even think about it, or maybe I didn’t care because I thought it was you. Then again, I was still fucking sloshed and not thinking clearly.”
I slapped him across the face. “You had sex with someone else, had the nerve to sit here and give me details, and then you tell me that you did it without the condom because you thought it was me? We have never done it without a condom!” That was part of the reason I needed a plan to get pregnant and trap him into choosing me instead of the club. He never forgot. Ever.
“I was drunk, June. It’s not an excuse because I shouldn’t have gotten wasted like that. I know better, but it was a shit night, and we were talking about things, and I felt guilty because I danced with her…”
“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, Tripp. You felt guilty for dancing with another girl, so you got drunk and fucked her without protection to make yourself feel better.”
“It wasn’t like that, June. Swear to God, it wasn’t. I seriously thought she was you until the end.”
“You had doubts the whole time because she did things better than me,” I pointed out. When he didn’t disagree, I stood and got ready to walk away, but before I could, he hit me with the worst of it.
“She’s pregnant.”
I turned to face him and saw the truth there. That bitch had stolen my play. There was no way I could let that slide. She would pay for destroying my life, even if it meant I had to keep my cheating ass boyfriend instead of dumping him like I wanted to. I would make that bitch pay by refusing to give her what she wanted. Then, I’d make sure every minute of her life was pure misery. She could watch me play mommy to her kid while I loved up on my man that she would never get her claws in again. A plan formed in my mind as I stood there staring at Tripp. I believed every word he said to me because it was written all over his face.
He thought it was me. Thought I’d finally agreed to do the things that seemed gross or whatever before. If she came so hard he was able to tell the difference between my faking it and whatever happened for her, then I’d let him do anything he wanted to my body from that moment forward. And I’d make sure he did it without a condom.
After all, he owed me the experience that he drunkenly gave away to someone else. Once I was pregnant, I’d be able to convince him that her baby didn’t really matter. That would defeat my original plan of making her watch me be mommy to her kid. But it was so much better. It would be the ultimate prize to have her know that neither she or her bastard kid were more important than me and my child.
“Did you tell her to get rid of it?”
“No. I wouldn’t do that. She’s keeping it.”
“So, what does that mean for us? Are you leaving me for her?”
“Would you stay with me, knowing what I did?”
I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, even though I really wanted to stab him with something sharp instead. “I love you, Tripp. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you staring at me in the hallway my freshmen year. I know it was a mistake and we’ll work through it, together.”
“Working through it means taking care of a baby I made with someone else,” he insisted. The thought was like a sharp blade digging between my ribs.
“I understand that. It’s not ideal. Certainly not the future I envisioned for us, but it’s the hand we’ve been dealt. I’m not giving you up when you made a mistake because I left you alone all summer.” Besides, we have like eight months to wrap our heads around everything and prepare. I’ll be almost done with school by then.
