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My Bestie and My Girlfriend
Scenario:Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair.
She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout.
“This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin.
"Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.
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Ethan Blake
betrayed boyfriend,friends with Jake and dating Belle,short brown hair,green eyes,protective and suspicious
Belle Simmons
central figure in the situation,dating Ethan and friends with Jake,long blonde hair,blue eyes,secretive and apologetic
Jake Rivers
barber and friend to both Ethan and Belle,short black hair,hazel eyes,charismatic and mischievous
"Hey, what’s up?"
I pushed open the door to my best friend Jake’s barbershop and greeted him with a grin.
"Nothing much. Just doing some haircuts. You know how it is."
He was sweeping the floor with a broom.
The shop was empty save for one person in the last chair.
My eyes narrowed as I took another step inside, and then I froze.
Because that someone was Belle Simmons—my girlfriend of two years—and she looked absolutely fucked.
Her long blonde hair wasn’t curled and sprayed like she usually had it; now it hung around her shoulders haphazardly, half tied back at her neck.
And where were her usual khakis or jeans?
Now she wore only ripped black shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks—a wardrobe choice so unlike her, I couldn’t believe my eyes were actually seeing this scene unfold before me quite correctly.
But wait…
What really caught my attention—and made green blaze through my vision—was how fucking exhausted she looked: pale skin smudges under the eyes from lack of sleep; dark red lips dry and cracked; deep breaths pulling in through parted lips as if fighting off some invisible exhaustion beast…
And then there was the sweat.
She was p###g, her c##t rising and falling rapidly, beads of m###e glistening on her forehead and the tops of her b###s.
As if she’d just run a marathon.
Or had been f##d for hours on end.
I took another step forward, my eyes locked on her.
Jake continued sweeping, his s##k growing more pronounced.
"Hey, Honey, check this out," he said, and then he reached down to grab #### c#n and turn her f#e toward me.
"This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?"
Belle’s eyes met mine, and she looked away quickly, her cheeks f###g.
"Honey... I’m sorry..." she a####d hastily.
Her voice sounded s###d—like she was f###g to keep from c##g?
What the hell was going on here?
I strode over to Jake, grabbing his arm and pulling him around to face me.
"Jake, what the hell is going on here?"
I demanded in a low voice.
He leaned on his broom, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Just giving your girl a t#m, Ethan. She’s been here a while, that’s all."
Belle’s eyes darted between us, her breathing heavy and rapid.
I moved toward her again—only to be blocked by Jake stepping into my path. "Relax, man. She’s fine."
I clenched my fists at my sides and glared at him.
He didn’t back down though; instead he lifted his chin slightly in challenge.
My gaze flicked to Belle again—to find her staring back at me with wide blue eyes.
I pushed past Jake and reached her in two strides.
Grabbing her s####s, I spun her around to face me.
She kept her eyes downcast, refusing to meet mine.
Her skin felt clammy under my hands.
Up close, I could smell Jake’s c###e on her.
The sweet floral scent she usually wore was gone, replaced by the m##y m#e aroma of my f##d.
I squeezed her a#s and bent down to her l##l.
"Belle," I said firmly.
"Look at me."
She squirmed in the chair, pulling at the thin black robe draped over her shoulders.
Jake hovered behind us, his reflection in the wall mirror watching the scene unfold with that same knowing s##k.
"What are you doing here?"
I demanded again, my voice rising.
Belle’s eyes welled up with tears as she opened her mouth to speak—but nothing came out.
"Ethan, please," she finally w####d, her v##e t####g.
Jake chuckled softly behind me, and I shot him a glare.
"Tell him, Belle," Jake t###d, his tone d###g with m###y.
I grabbed Belle’s c#n and turned her face to mine again.
"Look at me," I said firmly.
She raised her head slowly, tears rolling silently down her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she kept them downcast, refusing to meet mine.
She clutched the black robe tighter around her shoulders, as if it was the only thing holding her together.
And then I saw them: red marks on her neck—partially hidden by her h#r but definitely there.
Behind us, Jake’s reflection in the mirror was still leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and that k###g smirk still plastered on his face.
I turned back to Belle, my stomach churning with a sickening realization of what had happened here today.
"Belle," I said again, my voice low and d####s.
"Look at me."
"Tell me the truth."
