Beautiful temptation |18+

TWO

SABRINA

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, drowning the burning liquid in one gulp. I let out a cough as I dropped the glass on the counter, clearing my throat to ease the bitterness on my tongue.

I knew vodka was strong, but I never thought it would be this strong.

I guess it's because I've never been much of a drinker, and the sinking feeling of watching other people drink around me still remains. But given what happened, I feel like I'm entitled to it.

"Another shot, I'm guessing." I look up as Liam throws a rag on his shoulder, looking down at me.

I nodded, knowing very well that he wasn't going to hear me over the raging lyrics of Kiss Me More by the Doja Cat that were already threatening to destroy my eardrums. He rested his arms on his waist, eyeing me with a look of concern, or what I thought it would be; I could barely see him through the flashing of neon lights.

"I'm not so sure about that..."

I raise my hand, cutting him off. "Listen, Liam, I had a really fucking rough week, and the last thing I need right now is a lecture about how bad I'm ruining my lungs or whatever the fucking shit you're going to say."

I tap on my empty glass. "Just get me another fucking drink," I snap.

He raised one of his eyebrows at me, his lips going down in a disapproving frown.

Realizing that I was too harsh, I let out a sign, casting my eyes down on the counter.

"I'm sorry, I'm just going through a lot right now, and I need a drink."

To forget the image of my best friend in between my boyfriend's legs.

Liam's eyes softened in understanding, and he turned around to make my drink.

It felt like it was carved into my brain with a scraper, refusing to leave no matter what I did or how much I drank.

It won't just fucking go away.

I've never felt like such a big idiot as I felt at the moment, like a clown that was forced onto a stage, stripped bare, and made fun of in front of millions of people. I felt so stupid to believe that the past three years were real and that the man I loved and was ready to finally build my life with loved me.

And the fact that he couldn't give me the dignity to cheat on anyone else, of the 8 billion people in the world, than my fucking best friend.

Of course, this would happen to me.

It always happens to me.

My breathing grew shallow, and I could stop the tears that stunned the corner of my eyes.

For the past few days, I have been in bed. All I could think about was them together, all the times they fuck on the same fucking bed that we shared sometimes. In the same house, I share the deepest secret of my life that I have never shared with anyone, not even Emily.

How long has it been going on? How many times did he kiss and hold me after touching Emily?

My skin crawled at the thought of it, and I almost had the urge to throw up the martinis and vodka. Staying under hot water and scrubbing my skin red had not helped me get rid of the disgust I felt for myself for letting him touch me all this while either.

How could he do this to me? Did all the promises he made after knowing what I went through mean nothing to him?

God, why does this keep happening to me?