𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 | ᴊᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴘᴇɴᴀ |

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[JAVIER PEÑA'S POV]

Seeing Madison with that man this morning stirred something deep inside me. It was a mix of anger, hurt, and a feeling I couldn't quite place. I had been stung when she left me on read last week. I thought she was different, but once again, whenever I tried to open up, I ended up getting hurt. That’s why I kept my relationships with women superficial—one night stands and nothing more.

I had agreed to go out for drinks tonight just to see her again, even if she brought that guy along.

I wasn't interested in the girl I brought with me; I run into her while going to the cafe, and well, I did sleep with her yestarday, I was so desperate, I needed to get out my anger.

Now, the four of us were sitting at a table in a nightclub, loud music vibrating through the air. Madison and I exchanged serious glances while our companions fetched some drinks. When they returned, Madison thanked the guy with her—Liam, I remembered now. She then surprised him with a kiss. He looked taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated. I tried to focus on something else, taking a sip of my drink, when I felt my date’s hand on my leg.

I looked at her, and she suddenly approached me wanting to kiss me, but I turned my head so that it ended up in a kiss on my cheek. I removed her hand from my leg, uncomfortable.

Madison noticed and asked the girl beside me. "So, how long have you two been seeing each other?"

The girl hesitated, then started fabricating a story. "Oh, we've been dating for a couple of weeks now. We met at a friend's party, and we've been inseparable since."

I just watched, not bothering to correct her.

Madison’s eyes flickered with something—anger, maybe?—before she turned to Liam.

I took the chance to ask her the same thing. "And how about you? How long have you been seeing each other?"

Liam looked at Madison, clearly unsure what to say. Madison took the lead. "We've been seeing each other for a few months now, right? We met through work and just hit it off."

My gut twisted. I knew they weren't really dating.

After some more stilted conversation, Madison's phone rang. She excused herself to take the call outside. My date and Liam started chatting, and I took the opportunity to excuse myself as well, heading out for a smoke.

I found Madison finishing her call outside. When she hung up, I approached her, anger simmering beneath the surface. "What are you doing, Madison?"

She acted nonchalant. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. "Why are you trying to make me jealous with that guy? You’re not even with him."

Madison’s eyes flashed. "You don't know a thing, Javier. And what about you? Why are you with that girl?"

I lied. "I like her."

Madison raised an eyebrow. "Really? What's her name?," I hesitated, unable to answer. She scoffed. "What do you even care, Javier?"

"I do fucking care," I snapped. "I care about you, Madison. Why did you lie to me?"

She looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Last week," I said through gritted teeth. "I was waiting outside your office when you texted me that you had work to do. I saw you leave. Why did you do that to me?"

Madison’s face reddened with anger. She tried to push past me, but I grabbed her arm.

"Tell me, Madison. Why did you lie?"

Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and pain. "Because I was scared, okay? I didn't know what was happening, and I freaked out."

We stood there for some seconds quietly, her eyes started to get watery. "It's always the same," I took a few steps back, holding my hands to my head. "You're all the same, you criticize us, you say you hate men," I kicked an empty can on the floor. "But then you come crying to me so I'll give you some pleasure."

"You think you're so important," she laughed sarcastically, leaning her back against the wall. "That blonde came to you crying and begging for some sex?," he said making me angrier and angrier. "Don't believe it so much Peña."

My hand went to her neck, near her jaw in anger, without squeezing too hard. "I still remember how you were screaming like a bitch in my bed."

"And her? Did she scream the same way?," she asked in a whisper.

I took a puff of the cigarette and blew the smoke in her direction. "Quite a bit more, what can I say, I fucked her so hard she couldn't get up when I finished."

She grabbed the collar of my shirt to pull me closer to her, to the point where our noses were touching, I was getting really horny and angry at the same time. "And who were you thinking about while you were fucking her?," she whispered, and our gazes were focused on our lips.

"I was thinking about you," I confessed. "I was so angry at you, I wanted to let off steam, I wanted to fuck you like an animal so you'd learn to have a little respect, and not run away like a fucking coward."

She gritted her teeth trying to hold back her words, and finally pushed me, so hard that I almost lost my stability. "Fuck you Peña," she went towards the door but I restrained her before she entered.

"You're an ungrateful whore," I said with all the rage I had inside, and my gaze shifted inside, realizing that our companies were dancing together. "I hope they have a better night than we did," I said, before turning on my heel and storming out to my car.

I pounded the steering wheel furiously, holding it and screaming to get it all out. I always end up the same way. I'm a jerk for believing anyone would be interested in me that way.

[To be continued...]