My Wife Is a Hacking Mafia

Chapter XIV

Jennie's POV

Did I wake up — In somebodyʼs bedroom? I don't quite particularly remember what happened after cumming. Lisa and I left the party, excusing each other to finish it. I was busy paying attention inside her pants than the road. Her muffles and small moans were too sexy for me.

"You awake?" Lisa asked. I turned around and saw Lisa still naked. I bit my bottom lip while having flashbacks of yesterday. She smirks, "So, that happened, huh? What happened to your ideal relationship?" Both chuckling, I tried to act like I was feeling offended.

"Don't even start with me, Lisa," I said, playfully hitting her shoulder.

"You didn't say that to me yesterday. You said you missed me." She teases me more. I indeed miss her — because she's been ignoring me. I wanted her attention all to myself.

"What do we do now —"

"Let's date, Jennie." Her face lightens up, however — it quickly vanishes. "But I know we can't. Sorry for asking that." She added. She sat up, palming her face.

She looks distressed.

"Why can't we? Nothing is stopping us from doing so." I'm so confused — why can't we? Is she cheating on her girlfriend or something?

"It's very complicated. I don't know how to explain it to you."

"Am I just your side chick?" I started asking her nonsensical questions.

Her face snaps to look at me, confused."Huh? No! You're not a side chick. I like you, but this can't happen." Pointing to me and her.

"When did you even start liking me?"

"I don't know. I don't want to answer that." She said, trying not to look at me. "This is wrong, Jennie. I'm sorry."

She's hiding something from me. I don't know if I like her — but I do want to spend my time with her all the time, and I want her attention to me only.

"Can we still hang out?" I hugged her from behind, "Don't go yet. We can talk."

She grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, "I don't think I can do that, Jennie." She was visibly stressed. "I think I like you. Now, I can't be friends with you, but I will promise you something." She faced me and placed a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I will look after you from afar."

"Am I not worth trying for?"

"You are, but I'm not the one for you." She smiles bitterly. "I don't want to ruin your life. I'm not who you know."

***

It's been two weeks since Lisa and I talked. How could everything go downhill like this so fast?

She never even tried having a conversation with me. "Are you still having the Lisa fever?" Rosé has been calling my problem like that. "Maybe something is stopping her from dating you," Like who? "Probably her parents." Maybe her parents dislike me that much? I haven't even met them yet.

"Maybe, but I still don't know."

"Cheer up, Jennie! You can hook up with plenty of guys or girls if you swing that way. You don't have to stick with her." I guess she is right. I don't have to beat myself down the hole. Maybe I can get over the fact that we're no longer friends.

"I guess." But things are easier said than done. When you both live in the same building, what are the odds, huh? God is toying with me.

"Speaking of Lisa, there she is." She points at Lisa, who is talking to one of the students in her class. I looked at them intensively, praying for that girl to turn around in our direction so I could see who Lisa was talking to. "I'm pretty sure that girl will be dead if you have lasers for eyes, Jen."

I sneered, "It's not what you think."

"Just say you got played by the hot transferee." She laughs, "Like seriously, Jennie. Who says she misses you and avoids you?" That would be Lisa. I don't understand how she manages to feel okay about it.

"I don't know, and I shouldn't care anymore." I'm tired of thinking about it, thinking of her. I stress about nothing.

Rosé gives me a worried look, the look of realization that something is wrong. "Are you sure?" I nodded, and she didn't ask me about Lisa anymore. I feel exhausted, though I have done nothing.

Rosé and I are in a coffee shop just in front of my condo unit — I needed something cold to calm my mind and body. As much as I hate saying it, Lisa has been bugging my mind. Maybe because she was there to take me when I was dealing with a breakup — "I think clubbing would be nice,"

Fuck it. I told myself, seeing Lisa entering the front entrance with the woman she was talking to earlier. Somebody is going to be on cloud nine. While I get myself high, "Idiot." I mumbled under my breath.

I'll show her that I can replace her.