My Kind of Woman (GxG) (#JULIANTINA)

Chapter Thirteen

Valentina

"So, how long has it been since you two became a couple?"
I shouldn't be asking this question to the one I used to call lover.
Eli chuckles as she touches Juliana's hand, "It's only been two days, but I know she's the one."
I couldn't read Juliana's face, either she's drunk or high or both?
Or maybe she's just happy.
I nod at Eli, my blood boiling at the sight of her with Juls.
Fuck her! I'm gonna rip her fucking ovaries out.

But why should I?
It's not like Juliana was mine to begin with.
I don't understand what's going on.
I smile at her, "Look, Eli, you know Lucho is out there and he's going to be wondering where I am so can I go to him?"
She smiles, "No worries, he's busy with some of my girls. Now, why don't we catch up," she takes her hand off of Juliana's and pulls something out of her pocket.
A tiny glass bottle with a spoon.
I bite my tongue at the sight of it.
She makes two lines in the glass center table and then looks at me.
"You should join me."
"No, I don't...I can't do that right now," I try to explain.
She nods, "I see," then she eyes Juliana and Juliana smirks.
"Juliana, join me," then sniffs it up.
Juls gets down, her nose touching the table.
Flashbacks of that night came to me and I immediately felt an urge to stop Juls.
"Wait! I'll do it," and then I sniff it up and felt the same feeling I've always remember.
Why did I do it?
What's wrong with you?
I couldn't understand why I did it, but something inside me told me so. Not the urge to fee high or just because, but because I couldn't stand seeing Juliana do it.
She will eventually get addicted like me and ruin her life.
I felt a tear stream down my cheek.
"It's late and I need to go."
I abruptly stood up, feeling heartbroken and betrayed.
I walk out the room and I go in search for Lucho, but lucky for me, I find him in one of the private rooms.
Him literally having sex with a dancer, then he notices me making eye contact with him.
I felt even more heartbroken than before so I walk out the club, calling my driver to pick me up.

I started to feel even more high so I felt a little dizzy.

After two minutes my driver arrives and I get on the backseat.
"Take me home."
"And Lucho?"
I look out the window, seeing him running out the club.
"Fuck him, let's go!"
And he drives away.

It's not Lucho's fault, it's mine.
He needed to have sex and release because I'm a pussy for not giving that to him, because I'm too self centered.
"I'm gay! I'm fucking gay!"
The driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and smiles, "It's okay, I support you."
And for the first time I felt understood.

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I came home last night, went straight to bed and slept for 10 hours.
I woke up feeling like shit.
I look at the time and see it's 2 in the afternoon.
"Fuck," I murmur, rubbing the sleep off my eyes.
"I need some caffeine," I get out of bed and see my phone.
I unlock it and see tons of missed calls and messages from Lucho.
I call him.
"We need to talk."
And I hung up.
I need to tell him, he deserves to know. He deserves to be happy.