Jenna was having her wedding today—the party that Clara and I were supposed to attend together, but I was forced to attend alone while Hellen decided to do her business in this place and Ryan... I didn't know where he was. Jenna probably hid him somewhere where no one would find him.
I would admit I was the one who organized it all. You wouldn't believe it. I invited Ryan even though he didn't get an invitation from Jenna, and I confirmed with him. He admitted that he didn't know anything about the wedding.
However, things happened unexpectedly. I arranged for Ryan to come over after the wedding, and I was going to make Hellen witness how he snuck up on her and was enjoying his lovemaking with Jenna. However, it was Clara who witnessed her best friend's betrayal.
I could see how devastated Clara felt at that moment. Even when Jenna bombarded her with evil words, she was silent.
I knew Clara's family background—a little. But knowing one or a few things was enough to draw conclusions about her and understand her character.
She didn't come from a wealthy family. She was, but not as rich as Jenna, and to become a doctor, she had to exert herself because she wasn't as lucky as Jenna—from a wealthy family, good-looking according to Clara, and most importantly, Jenna was a full scholarship recipient, while Clara wasn't.
"Are you coming together?" Jenna asked when I arrived before her and Blake, who was officially wife and husband. I shook my head, and she looked worried. She sighed heavily. "I shouldn't have said such a cruel sentence. I didn't mean–"
She didn't continue her sentence as her eyes glazed over. I was too confused to analyze a woman's character, especially one like Jenna. It was evident that she called Clara the source of her bad luck. Now, it was as if she was an angel possessed by the devil at the time, and she said those evil words to Clara. She looked like she was being persecuted for Clara not showing up at her wedding.
"No matter how angry she was, she should have still come." She added, just as I had expected.
"She wasn't feeling well, but I couldn't stop her when she chose to return to Westmont."
"What? She went back to Westmont? How could she leave me here? It's fine if she's angry and doesn't come to my wedding, but at least not by running away like a coward!"
"Jenna, baby... calm down. Maybe Clara isn't in a good mood. Let her be." Her husband, who had been busy with the guests, tried to calm her down.
"But–"
I didn't want to hear another bad word about Clara because it had nothing to do with me. Jenna and Blake's marriage was still going on, but I knew that Jenna would definitely stay in a relationship with Ryan because I had found out where he was in this hotel.
Great. I wasn't the only one in a dirty, sinful relationship; Jenna and Ryan were, too. We weren't much different, so I had nothing to complain about. I didn't feel guilty about what I did with Hellen, and I didn't care about the others either. One thing was for sure: my plan to keep Hellen and Ryan apart would go ahead. Fuck if Clara didn't want to be involved in it. I still wouldn't let her off the hook until I'd accomplished my goal.
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"I'm sorry, John. I have to take care of this dizzying business. It's okay if you want to take a short walk. Or... if you can't resist, I can give you a number so you can hire a woman–"
"Hellen, that's enough!" I snapped, unable to bear her words. It wasn't that I didn't like hearing her talk; Hellen's melodious voice would always be one of my favorite things about her. It was about the content of her words. The words she chose. "Why do you treat me as if I'm a man who likes to fuck just any woman? Do you think I lust after all women?"
"Hey... why are you angry, John? You don't usually get this upset. You know I've always been like this, saying things like that because I'm afraid you can't hold back your desire, and waiting is just sickening, right?"
"That's not the problem. I'm fine if you have important business, but I've never thought of you as an object of sexual gratification, Hellen. So stop treating me like a gigolo." I quickly ended the call before Hellen could speak again.
That was amazing! I had never done this to her before, and today, I did it consciously as if her words no longer mattered. They didn't matter somehow, and I was sick of hearing them.
As Clara said, was it true that I was a stupid man who was too devoted to a woman like Hellen? What made me do that?
Of course, it was because we had been together for so long. Hellen and I had sex for the first time when I was in my second year of college while she was just a student in senior high school. I didn't initiate it. We had been friends since childhood because of our parents. My family loved Hellen very much and treated her like their daughter.
I used to think that Mom and Dad might have been planning to set us up, but when we talked, and I told them that I wanted to date Hellen, both of them were shocked, and Dad slammed the spoon down hard, saying that Hellen and I couldn't be together.
It was strange because their attitude at that time was the opposite of how they treated Hellen so lovingly.
So Hellen and I sat huddled in her room, far apart, looking at each other for a while before the conversation that was never supposed to come up and would eventually take us further apart happened.
"What if I like you too much, John? Your parents disapprove of us being in a relationship," she said at the time.
"I'll still cross their boundaries. I'm not a child, and the decision should be mine."
After I finished saying that, Hellen unexpectedly grabbed my face to kiss my lips. She then stood up and unbuttoned her uniform one by one until she was naked, without even underwear.
"Make love to me, John. Prove that you will indeed break through their boundaries." And between our climaxes, she said, "From now on, we will do this all the time. If they still don't let us be together and marry me off to another man instead, you will still be my best sex partner, John."
From then on, that happened—until I heard that she was getting married to my best friend, Ryan, and it broke my heart.
I woke up from my daydream and was already at the door of my room. Once inside, it wasn't Hellen's presence that felt so strong, but Clara's. It felt as if she was there. Her perfume and body scent could still be smelled by me, and I only realized it now.
I sat on the sofa, reaching for an object on the table—a glove that clearly belonged to Clara. I sniffed it, and the girl's scent lingered there.
Every corner of my world seemed to have been occupied by her even though she was no one. It had only been a few weeks, but overnight, she had managed to take away some of my sanity.
Was it because I had made love to her that something had unconsciously bound me to her? There was no particular impression afterwards, but somehow, I couldn't forget her beautiful face when she was beneath me, surrendering, and I didn't realize I liked that. When I gave her the chance to take control, she shook her head, and that face full of resignation made me unable to get rid of it from my memory.
I love being dominant, and she was the first who made me proud of myself when I fuck a woman.
No, no ... let it be... I would forget about that girl because my relationship with Hellen was getting better. Also, Ryan and Jenna. To hell with her or anyone else. After this, I'd probably grant Clara's request to terminate the contract with me; otherwise, my relationship with Hellen went on the line, and I didn't want that to happen.