Girl You Fucked Before (18+)

Are You Having An Affair?

Addison

"Do you think I'd look hot in all black, or would that be too much of change up from my regular style?" I asked Vanessa as I laid on her bed, holding the latest issue of a fashion magazine above my face.

She squinted her eyes, studying the model who wore a tight leather minidress.

She giggled. "If you wore that then hot for sure."

Nodding, I turned the page, but the reading material slipped from my fingers and landed on the floor.

"Whoops." I rolled over to scoop it back up when the corner of canvas sticking out beneath her bed caught my eye.

"What's this?" I asked, sliding the painting out.

My eyes immediately widened as my gaze raked over a replicated nude image of my friend.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "This is a little racy, don't you think?"

Vanessa, her face turning a crimson shade when she realized what I was holding. She immediately snatched it from my hands. "Give me that!"

"Ooh, you saucy minx. Was that supposed to be a birthday gift for Matt?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her suggestively. "Are cell phone photos not cutting it for you anymore? You have to go classy with your naked pictures since you're a sophisticated New Yorker now?"

She continued to blush furiously while I teased her. "It's nothing," she muttered.

"It certainly looks like something," I joked. "Did you commission someone to paint that for you? Why?"

Averting my gaze, she shrugged. "I just did it for fun, okay?"

My sights drifted back to the canvas which she had flipped over on the bed, and I bit my lip. "Listen, V, I'm not here to judge you on what you do for entertainment, but did somebody con you into undressing for them by convincing you that it would be a nice little activity to while away the afternoon?"

Vanessa turned away from me. "Can we not talk about this?" she replied sharply.

"Why are you getting so defensive, V?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm just curious about what your reasoning was for letting someone paint-"

As soon as the word came out of my mouth, the words from my conversation with Casey hit me like a slap in the face. Vanessa was making out with some guy. He was carrying an easel...

I cleared my throat, forcing out a laugh. "Well, never mind, I guess. Props to you for doing that. I could never be so brave."

She glanced at me suspiciously. "Yea?"

I nodded. "Absolutely. You look fantastic too. Let me get another peek at my smoking hot bestie."

Reluctantly, Vanessa handed over the painting to me, but it wasn't her body that I was interested in taking in. It was the artist's name that was signed at the bottom.

The dots were slowly beginning to connect as I recalled making an acquaintance with a gorgeous painter in New York. The very one who had seemed thrilled to exist in the same time period as Vanessa. And the one who's name was unmistakenly scrawled across the piece.

Ryan Morrison.

"Vanessa," I began, taking a deep breath. "I'm only going to ask you this once, and as my best friend, I hope that you will be honest with me. Are you having an affair with Ryan?"

Shock registered across her face, and she ripped the painting away from me once more. "Of course, not. If you must know, all I did was help him out with an assignment. He was a complete professional the entire time."