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[TOM]

I was caught off guard. Margie was kissing me without any consent.

Out of impulse, I pushed her away. She was shocked for a second but then motioned to do it again, only this time I was fast enough to evade her.

I frowned at her but it didn't seem to do any effect on her. She grinned sheepishly while fiddling strands of hair around her finger with a flirting look.

"What do you think you're doing?" O scowled, glimpsing over to her fully exposed wrist. There was no cut. I observed her face, it didn't give any sign that she was crying.

Then it made sense. She was just faking. But why?

"Don't act so surprise. You kiss girls all the time. You have sex with girls all the time. Why should I be any different?" She teased.

I huffed through my nose as a sign of frustration. "I don't do that anymore. If there's any girl I wanna be with, it's Gabby."

She bursted out laughing while clapping her hands. "The bad boy Tom has finally fallen in love. How pathetic."

My frown stayed at her as she began pulling up her sleeveless shirt, showing off a bit of her stomach. I grasped her hand and yanked her shirt back down. She remained beaming at me, looking amused at the situation.

"C'mon Tom. You know you want to," she giggled.

I shook my head, displeased. "Stop."

She shook her head as well to oppose and gave another giggle. "Don't tell me you forgot about last time?"

My eyes circled at what she said. I tried to recall what was she talking about, but nothing seemed to ring a bell. In the end, I asked her directly what she meant.

She puffed a grunt and rolled her eyes. My ignorance may have irritated  her. "We had sex."

My jaw dropped. I don't want to believe her when all of a sudden, it all came back to me.

It was during the earlier days of Gabby and me living together after finding out she was pregnant. I was fond of going out, smuggling myself to get into some bar or clubs but when Gabby appeared, that hobby of mine worsen. Practically because I still found it hard to sink in the fact that I was going to be a father.

I don't remember much but perhaps it was one of those times where I got really drunk. My memory of how she got into the picture was all blurry yet waking up in a motel next to her naked was evidence enough that something happened.

I snapped myself out of deep thought. Margie had fully removed her upper clothing, leaving her bra on. She was quick enough to lock me with her embrace and I couldn't free myself from it no matter how much I struggle to move.

I could feel her soft busts pressing against me, waking up something beneath my pants. I kept pulling his arms off my torso but she'd held unto me tight.

I stopped squirming the moment she spoke again. "I love you Tom. You know I do. Even if you're a rascal thug,"

What the hell? "Get off me!" I commanded loudly.

But she remained hugging me. "I know you're with Gabby but I don't care! I'm willing to be a third party if that means you get to be mine. You like that right?"

"I said get off me!!" I exerted more than 100% of my strength to successfully release myself from her embrace. She stepped back and it was then that I noticed the tears forming on the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?!! Is it because of that stupid Gabriella? You used to be cool! You used to be feared on! You used to enjoy such things! You never took relationships seriously! You fuck them once, you find another girl! What does that girl have that we don't?? That I don't?!!" Her eyes exploded with tears. I know I should feel pity for her but I found her ridiculous instead.