Our Little Secret | [j.b]

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Rosaline F.

"Justin?" I knocked on his desk to get his attention. He looked up from his work, a big smile spreading across his face. "Going home Rose?" He smirked, knowing damn well I was coming home with him. "Yeah, about that. Can I go home today? I just feel like I need to talk to him." His smile disappeared at the mention of my boyfriend. "Sure whatever you want Rose." He sounded upset, but I didn't think too much about it.

Just as I was about to walk out, I decided to go back. I walked up to him and lifted his chin and cupped his cheek. "Don't be mad, I'll call you later." He smiled, nodding. I don't know why I felt bad for leaving like that, I just felt I had to reassure him so he wouldn't be upset about me leaving. Especially since he mentioned he was lonely sometimes.

**

When I opened the door, I immediately regretted it. "Oh my god." I said as I covered my eyes to Chris walking around naked. I looked at his face, he was smirking. "You're acting like you've never seen me naked and I have a question." I was going to say something but he cut me off. "Where the hell where you for the past few days?" he stood there, bare ass waiting for me to answer.

"Can you please put on some clothes, then we'll talk, yeah?" I rolled my eyes. I didn't have to explain myself.

"No, Rose I will not put on clothes until you tell me where you were." I sucked my teeth. "I was at a friends house." Which wasn't a lie, me and Justin are friends...that have been randomly lip locking lately. "Why the fuck you lyin?" I cleared my throat, trying not to laugh because that was my favorite music video.

"I'm not, will you chill Chris. I just needed a break." I could feel my heart beating faster as he came closer to me. "Please tell me you weren't cheating on me?" he accused.

"Hold up just a fucking second." I covered my mouth from laughing. "So, you can come home drunk and hit me but I stayed at a friends house and you think I'm cheating?"

"Can you stop bringing that up?! I said I was sorry, I don't know what you could have been doing!" he yelled in my face. "I don't have time for this." I was tired and I was done.

"No! I don't have time for this!" He turned around and started to walk away. I could feel my insides getting angrier by the second. "What really happened Chris? Why did you come home drunk? Why were your clothes messed up? Tell me!" I demanded. I was tired of him lying straight to my face and apologizing knowing he didn't mean it. I need answers and I need them now.

"You want to know? Fine! I fucked a girl because I was stressed! I felt bad and got drunk, then I came home and you were asking questions and I got pissed! There are you happy?" Now I get the picture. I see it nice and clear. This is why he was coming home late because he was having sex with another girl.

"H-How could you?"

"I don't know, but I swear baby. I didn't mean it. We haven't done anything in a long time, I was stressed with work and I don't know!" He covered his face.

All I thought at the moment was;

I hate him...

I hate him...

He doesn't love me.

"Leave." I said loud and clear. He shot his head my direction, a puzzled look on his face. "Me?" He said as if I were talking to someone else. "Yes you, I can't have you around anymore. You hurt me and I don't trust you." He walked up to me and held my hands. I snatched them away, tears wetting my face. "No! Leave! Pack your shit and leave!" He shook his head and cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.