The Day He Cheats

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(Y/N) smiled and walked to the door of her apartment that she shared with Lerrick. Lerrick was the perfect boy, the perfect boyfriend, he was everything you asked for. With his favorite cake in hand you unlocked the door and walked in.

(Y/N) heard a sound coming from the bedroom door, then heard a giggle. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion then headed toward the door.

'Maybe he has a friend over?' (Y/N) thought.

She slowly creaked open the door only to see her boyfriend with his hands halfway up a stripper's random shirt and his tongue down her throat.  (Y/N) gasped, not believing her eyes and dropped the cake making a sound.
Lerrick and the stripper looked over at you and their eyes widen in shock and horror.

"(Y/)--(Y/N)" Lerrick stuttered, in a failed attempt to  cover up the fact that he was getting steamy with a stripper in his own GIRLFRIEND'S bed.

"It's not what it looks like!" Lerrick said while getting up and walking over to you raising his hand to caress your now angry red cheeks but you stepped away out of his reach.

"Oh really? So I walk in on my boyfriend cheating on me with his hands up a random stripper's shirt and now I'm just hallucinating. Well I understand that my eyesight might be bad because of what I just witnessed here." You narrowed your eyes in frustration, you'd rather have an honest boyfriend than one that makes stupid excuses that you thought if he was going to lie then make it at least believable.

"How long?" You asked dryly.

"2-2 months. But it was not because I don't lov-"

"Because I don't love you? If you really loved me, then you wouldn't cheat on me."

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