My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

An Out To Have Sex With Aimee

Who said it and under what circumstances?

Vanessa

"How dare you?" I burst out; my voice fueled with the iciness that coursed through my veins.

Matt stared at me wide-eyed as I sprang from the mattress with an intent to unleash every unfiltered thought that was swirling around in my brain.

"What nerve you have to come visit me on Valentine's Day and pose as the perfect boyfriend, only to dump me as soon as you arrive." I planted my hands on my hips as I paced back and forth, muttering about his gall.

"Vanessa," he began softly, urging me to take a seat with a pat of his hand. But I was too furious to be near him. "I'm not saying the break-up needs to be permanent, but for now, I feel as though you would benefit-"

"Don't tell me what you think I need!" I cried, pointing at him. "You're not doing me any favors, Matt." I dropped my head into my hands, the tears burning my lids as I began to sob. "You're only leaving me worse off," I choked out.

Sighing, he stood up and placed a gentle touch on my back. "V, I love you but try to understand my perspective. Us being together is only making you miserable."

"So, your solution is to hurt me even more?" I scoffed. "Congratulations, Matt. That just may be your dumbest idea yet."

A flare of sorrow sparked in his grey eyes, and he hung his head. Good, let him shoulder some of the burden of my searing pain.

Exhaling, I raised my gaze towards the ceiling, studying the dingy paint that had once been so vibrant. "You know what? Just forget it. I don't want you here anyways. You obviously aren't who I thought you were."

He stood there gawking at me, his feet unmoving. "I am though-"

"What are you waiting for?" I shouted, interrupting him. "For a lightning bolt to come down and strike me dead? To finish off what you started!?" I gave him a forceful shove towards the door. "Go!"

He held up his palms to ward off my pushing. "V, calm down. It's not necessary to get handsy."

I could have been rational at that moment. I should have taken a deep breath and counted to ten. But his overly relaxed tone and cavalier attitude about breaking my heart, fired me up even more.

"I hate you!" I screamed, picking up a pillow and thumping it against his chest.

He took a few steps back, shielding himself from my repeated whacks. "Vanessa! Stop it! Calm down!" He commanded. "You're going berserk. If you think about it for a minute, then you'll realize-"

Who does he think he is, telling me to calm down? I'm as fucking serene as a monk on a mountain.

"You're such a liar," I ground out through gritted teeth. "You swore you would never leave me and that I was your drug but the first chance you get to end our relationship, you pounce on it. I know you're only doing this just so that you can be single and free to fuck Aimee."

He snatched the pillow from my hand and flung it across the room, his eyes blazing with rage. "Is that what you honestly believe? That I'm using your unhappiness in New York as an out to have sex with Aimee?"

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on the locks. "For fuck's sake, Vanessa, why does everything have to circle back around to you being convinced that I would rather be with her? Are you that insecure? None of what I said tonight indicated that another girl was involved in my decision making."

Fuming with an anger so deep that I was trembling, I marched over towards my desk and grabbed the picture of us smiling and happy. How naïve I was.