Accidental Betrayal

Thinking about it now, maybe Macie loved me a lot and trusted me completely. Great, I felt even guiltier now.

Under Macie's strict demand, I accepted Henry's friend request.

"We have a dinner party tonight. Come with us, Wendy," Henry invited.

I wanted to decline, but Macie's killer glare stopped me in my tracks. I didn't dare say no. Disrespecting her boyfriend would mean disrespecting her.

I had no choice but to go back to my room and change. Halfway through changing, my Messenger pinged. Henry, that rascal, sent me a sticker of a cat blowing a kiss.

Seriously? While Macie was chatting with him in the living room? I started doubting Henry's character. Macie, who had been a pro in the dating scene, might have messed up with Henry.

I could not hold back and warned him: [Behave yourself!]

They called it a party, but only three people showed up—one man and two women, all from Macie's department. Henry had booked a small private room, just the right size for six people.

Their conversation was all about patients and medical terms I could not understand, so I just kept eating, feeling more out of place with each passing minute.

As I was eating, a sudden tingling sensation jolted my ankle, nearly making me choke on my food. I shook it off, assuming it was just my imagination.

Moments later, my ankles were clamped together, held tightly by someone's legs. Panic surged through me. I glanced up and found Henry's eyes locked on mine, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I was wearing a long dress, and even through the thin fabric, I could feel the warmth of his skin on my ankles and calves.

What the hell was he doing?

I scanned Macie's expression, praying she had not noticed anything. My attempts to free myself only made Henry tighten his grip. Fear gnawed at me as he continued chatting nonchalantly with the person next to him, as if nothing was amiss. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from him.

[Wendy, stop looking at me and eat.]

Seriously? He knew this was messed up!

I shot back a message, my fingers trembling: [Henry, what the hell is wrong with you? You like this, don't you?]

His response was immediate: [You wanna find out the next time?]

I bit my lip, too stunned to reply.

…

Back home, I paced my room, replaying the bizarre encounter over and over. I had to confront him. Mustering my courage, I reached for my phone. Before I could dial, a video call from Henry popped up.

I thought that it was better to do this face-to-face, so I answered the call.

What greeted me was Henry's perfectly sculpted abs dominating the screen. I could make out the sharp V-line above his gray briefs.

"Henry, what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

The camera shifted to his face, his expression sheepish. "You said last night you liked it and couldn't stop talking about it, so I thought I'd make you happy," he said, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

I stared at him, my mind racing. What had I gotten myself into?

Then, the camera started to move lower again. It was dangerously close to showing too much. I took a deep breath and forced my eyes away from his abs.

"Henry, you can't just flaunt your body like this. You have a girlfriend! What are you thinking?" I snapped.

Henry blinked at me, his expression innocent. "What? I'm just showing it to you."

I was speechless. Did he really think sleeping with me didn't count as cheating? "Henry, cut it out. You're attractive, sure, but I can't betray Macie."

He looked genuinely puzzled. "I don't think Macie would mind. We do our own thing."