“Fuck yes,” he replies as he picks me up and carries me up the stairs.
We get rid of our clothes and head into the shower. We make love in such a hard and intense way that it makes me forget everything.
When we get out of the shower, we hear the bell. He goes down to get the pizza.
I put on my pajamas and go down to the kitchen, where he has opened a beer and put on a movie. We enjoy the pizza and move to the sofa to finish watching the film.
I fall asleep in his arms, lulled by his breath.
Hailey
Iwake up to the smell of coffee.
I go to the bathroom to get ready and pick up Jeremy’s shirt from the floor, smiling at the crazy night we spent after he carried me to the room in his arms.
On his collar are a lipstick stain and a strange vanilla scent.
I go downstairs with the shirt. In the kitchen, Jeremy sets down the phone and smiles.
“Good morning, love.”
“What is this?” I ask him, throwing the shirt. He looks at me, stunned.
“It’s my shirt.”
“I know that, and there’s lipstick on the collar that isn’t mine.” I look at him, angry. “And since when do you wear a vanilla scent?”
I don’t give him a chance to reply before I turn around and go upstairs. I hear him calling me, but now I just want him to disappear.
They say that all men are the same, but I didn’t think I had to worry about betrayals.
“Hailey, stop!” he yells at me firmly, and I turn around.
“Really? Jeremy, are you cheating on me?”
“No, and stop even thinking about it,” he responds, angry.
“Are you fucking serious? Don’t deny the evidence! The red lipstick was left there on purpose. So, who is the woman who has come so close to you? Claire, your assistant? Or are there others I don’t know? Is it the first time, or has it been a long time since…”
Before I can finish the sentence, he slaps me.
“Stop with the bullshit. I told you I’m not cheating on you.”
I’m speechless. Jeremy just hit me.
“You’re out of your mind,” I say, trying to get away, but he takes me by the shoulders and hugs me.
“Hailey, stop it. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to. Baby, I didn’t betray you, I swear.”
“Leave me alone.” I’m about to burst into tears, and I don’t want to give him this satisfaction.
He loosens his grip but doesn’t let go of me. “Baby, look at me.” I look up. Looking at him makes me even more nervous, and my tears flow down without hesitation. Fuck!
“Love, I’m sorry,” he says.
“Me too,” I reply dryly and free myself from his grip.
“What do you mean?”
