*Rylee's P.O.V.*
As I knocked on the door of my exes best friends flat, I had absolutely no regrets about what I was about to do.
Not a single one.
If he didn't regret any of his one night stands, why should I?
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I had just gotten out of a relationship with this American prick, and the breakup was pretty nasty. He had cheated on me, multiple times, with many different girls, and never told me. The last girl he went for was Marlee, my best friend, and she refused right away and came straight to me, telling me everything he had told her. I had gone over to his flat immediately, and before he could open his filthy mouth I had slapped him, right across the cheek. He had grabbed my arm and thrown me up against the wall, screaming profanities and telling me how much of a whore and a bitch I was, and how he never loved me, how he was only using me for the sex.
I had ran home, debating on whether or not I should call up his best friend, who had an interest me, and sleep with him, just to get back at my asshole of an ex. Yeah, that sounded great.
I sent him a quick text, telling him I would be at his house in an hour, and ran upstairs to my bathroom to shower.
45 minutes later I was pulling on my black heels and grabbing my keys from the table at the door. I glanced at my appearance and quickly fixed my perfectly curled hair. I was wearing a tight, short black pencil skirt and a see through bright pink chiffon shirt, also tight, with a lacy black bandeau underneath. My makeup was perfect, my hair was perfect, and I had to say I was looking perfect. I wasn't one of those girls that thought that I was the shit and that every guy should want me, but I had been told enough times that I was unbelievably hot, that I started to believe it.
I locked the door and jumped in the sleek, expensive black sports car my dad bought for me for my birthday, starting the car with a push of a button. I backed out of the driveway and took off down the street, arriving at his place 10 minutes later. I fixed my hair in the rear view mirror one last time and carefully got out of the car, making my way up to his front door. I knocked twice and stepped back, biting my lip and waiting for him to answer the door. Within seconds his handsome face was in front of me, leaning forwards to kiss me on the cheek like he always did.
"I heard that you and Jay broke up, sorry to hear that", he said with a smirk, but the way he said it made it sound like he wasn't sorry about it at all. "Don't be sorry, I don't care. The prick cheated with me multiple times with multiple girls, he never loved me anyway. I though I loved him, but turns out I was wrong", I shrugged, and he nodded to show he understood before pulling me over to the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder and I placed my hand on his thigh, moving my hand slowly up his leg. He looked down at it for a minute before looking up at me, lust evident in his eyes.
He pulled me on his lap and kissed me hard, his hands resting on my ass, mine on his chest. Things started to get heated and he slipped a hand up my shirt, running it gently up and down my chest. He moaned into my mouth and picked me up by the waist, carrying me into his bedroom and placing me down on the bed, climbing on top of me and kissing my neck. I smirked into his hair and a rush of satisfaction went through my body. It felt good to get revenge.
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I woke up the next morning and he was still asleep beside me, so I decided I would leave before he woke up. I didn't want him to think that I had any interest in him, because I didn't. I didn't feel bad for using him, I knew it had been a while since he got some, and I knew he was mad at Jay anyway. I fixed my hair and wrote him a quick note thanking him for last night and telling him I would call him.
I got home and I had a message from Jay on my answering machine, telling me to call him, and that he was sorry for what he did. I rolled my eyes and took a shower, rinsing off my body and deciding that I would go out and get some coffee. I straightened my hair and slipped on some black Lululemon tights and a grey Jack Wills hoodie, doing my makeup normally, then heading out the door. I decided to walk, since it was a nice day, and the Starbucks wasn't the far away from my flat.
The walk only took me about 20 minutes, and I ordered a salted caramel hot chocolate to warm me up a bit. I sat down at a table in the back, undisturbed for a few minutes, until Jay decided that it would be a fine time to start a screaming match with me.
He walked in the door, his eyes quickly scanning the room until the caught mine. He stormed over to my table, his face red and his normally blue eyes a dark, stormy black. "YOU WHORE", he screamed at me, and the heads every single person in the café snapped up to look at us. "I CANT BELIEVE YOU SLEPT WITH XAVIER", he screamed, getting right up in my face. He pulled my arm up so I was standing, and he grabbed me by the shoulders. I just smirked at him, happy that he was as mad as he was. I knew this was dangerous, he had been diagnosed with some anger issues, but at this point I didn't care.
"I knew I made the right choice when I slept with all those girls. You two have probably been hooking up behind my back since we started dating, you stupid little bitch", he spat, and I made my face go as blank as possible to make it look like I didn't know what he was talking about. Before I could take a step back, or even raise my hand, he slapped me, hard, right across the face. Out of the corner of my eye a boy my age, maybe a few years older, jump up from his table and grab Jay, pulling him off of me before he could hit me again. Jay spun around an went to punch the boy in the jaw, but before he would throw his arm forwards another boy my age grabbed Jays fist and twisted it behind his back. Another three boys took the place of the boy that pulled Jay off of me while he walked over to me, pulling me back from the scene.
"Are you okay love", he asked me quietly, and I numbly nodded my head. It wasn't like Jay hadn't hit me before, but It had never been that hard. "I'm Louis" he mumbled, then gently placed a hand on my cheek, turning my head so he could get a better look at ne. I winced and he mumbled a sorry before poking the area gently to see if it was tender or not. I saw the four boys dragging Jay out of the shop and a brown haired one with a buzz cut was pulling out his phone, probably to call the police.
