Cheated On? I Upgraded to His Friend

Wanting to give my boyfriend, Justin Letterman, a surprise on Valentine's Day, I throw myself at him when he enters the room. I push him against the door and kiss him passionately.

It isn't easy to transfer the spiked wine from my mouth into his, but his reaction is cold and indifferent. He says nothing as he pushes me aside to turn on the light.

"Don't you want my first time anymore, darling?" I ask bashfully as I grab his hand.

His breathing turns heavy in an instant.

Smiling, I slip my hand under his shirt, but I'm distracted when I hear the front door creak open.

"Babe," Justin coos in a deep and hoarse voice.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" my best friend, Natalie Quinn, asks coyly.

The wanton noises of kissing and moaning echo into the room.

Before I can snap back to my senses, I'm yanked into a closet.

Am I the one getting caught, or am I the one doing the catching?

I could feel the top of my head tingling.

The closet was small and cramped. The two of us were pressed close to each other, and we were breathing rapidly.

However, the breathing of the two people outside the closet was far more labored than ours.

"You're such a bad man. Don't you feel sorry for Anne?" Natalie Quinn asked coquettishly.

"I could ask you the same question," Justin Letterman replied while suppressing his moans. "Besides, I only pursued her to catch your attention."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only were both Natalie and Justin betraying me, but they had planned to from the very start.

Bewildered, I raised my head, only to knock into the man's chin. I clasped my hands together and raised them, wanting to apologize, but I accidentally brushed my fingers against his lower body.

I was shocked by what I felt until I remembered that I had fed him the spiked wine.

I could feel my body burning as well. Wanting to put some distance between myself and the man, I pressed myself against the closet and shimmied away, but I was held in place a few seconds later.

Heated breaths fanned across the top of my head. A soft but mellifluous masculine voice whispered next to my ear, "Stop moving."

He stopped moving after saying his piece, putting as much distance as he could between us and making it clear that he wasn't going to do anything to me.

My face was red when I snuck a glance at the man. The darkness in the closet only allowed me to see how defined his features were, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had heard his voice before. Perhaps he was one of Justin's friends?

The sounds of kissing and rustling clothes coming from outside paused for a moment before a wanton noise echoed into the closet.

"Are you still going to ask Anne to drop by later?" Natalie asked between moans.