Two Billionare "Mom's"

Bye

12:02am Thursday, June 28th, 2012

"He doesnt even treat you good." Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. I knew deep down that she was right, my boyfriend had been treating me poorly recently, taking me for granted and not showing me the same attention and affection he used to.

But the idea of betraying him, especially after being with him for so long, was difficult to accept. I clenched my fists, my conflicted emotions tearing me apart inside.

"How do you know that..." She sighed and pulled me gently by my waist to her. "It's written all over your face." I bit my lip, feeling exposed as she looked right through me. I knew my emotions must have been easy to read, but hearing her say it out loud made me feel vulnerable.

I averted my gaze, feeling a mix of guilt and shame wash over me. She was right, my boyfriend hadn't been treating me well. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was betraying him by even considering this.

"It's not that simple..." her gaze softened and her tone did as well. "Okay.. let me atleast give you my number okay? That way if anything gets too bad you have a place to stay." I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers for a moment. I could see the sincerity in her expression and it made my heart ache. A part of me was still hesitant, but the loneliness and neglect I had been experiencing in my current relationship was taking its toll on me.*

"I... okay. But only as a friend, alright...?" She nodded before asking me, "You need a ride home?" I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head no. I knew that getting a ride from her would only prolong the time we spent together and make this whole situation even more complicated.

"No, it's alright. I can call a taxi..." She nodded her head, understanding my view on this.I out my phone to order a taxi. As I waited for the taxi to arrive, there was a tension between us, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that had been awakened tonight. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, the taste of her lips still lingering in my memory.

We stood in silence, the air around us feeling heavy with unresolved tension. I fidgeted with my phone, trying to avoid looking at her, but I couldn't help but steal glances her way. Every time I looked at her, my heart ached with a mixture of desire and guilt. The taxi finally arrived and I took a deep breath, steeling myself to resist the temptation to stay longer. I looked at her one last time, trying to ignore the pleading in my eyes. I wanted to kiss her again, to feel her touch and her lips on mine. But instead, I forced a small smile, trying to mask my true emotions.

"I'll... text you, okay?" She hummed in acknowledgement before walking away and getting in her car. With that, I forced myself to turn away and get into the taxi. As it drove off and I watched her silhouette getting smaller and smaller, a pang of sadness and regret filled my chest. But I silenced those feelings, reminding myself that I had a boyfriend waiting at home.

I sat in the back of the taxi in a daze, my mind still occupied with thoughts of her. The taxi ride felt like it took forever, and I found myself wishing it could have been longer. When I finally arrived at my apartment building, I paid the taxi driver and walked through the halls with a heavy heart. As I entered my apartment, the silence and emptiness enveloped me like a cold embrace. My boyfriend was out with his friends, as usual, and there was no sign of him being home anytime soon. I walked into the living room and sank down onto the couch, feeling a sense of loneliness wash over me.

I curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to my chest. The memory of the kiss and her touch still lingered on my skin, a constant reminder of what I had experienced tonight. I closed my eyes, unable to shake the sense of guilt and turmoil that was consuming me.