My boyfriend keeps saying he loves me, but he sleeps with another woman.

Such a scumbag is not worth trusting at all.

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The bedroom door was ajar, and the moaning sound from inside made my heart sink into an ice cellar in an instant.

I pushed the door open with trembling hands, and the scene in front of me swallowed me like a nightmare.

My boyfriend was lying on the bed, and a woman was shaking on him. They were sweating profusely and didn't notice my arrival at all.

Rage surged in my heart, and I clenched my fists and punched the door. They finally noticed me.

Quill opened his mouth to explain, but I didn't want to hear a word.

"Stop talking nonsense, we're over!" I turned and left, and swore to forget that jerk. He didn't deserve to remain in my mind!

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Quill

"It has been three weeks, brother," I rant. "Three weeks. Do you know what it feels like not being able to explain your side of the story?" Snapping my head up at Hawke, I sink into my chair and rub my chest, feeling at a loss. I'd promised Hawke I wouldn't call Jasmine, acknowledging she needed time to get over what happened but, this was killing me from the inside out. Screw Jess! I hadn't even known it was her riding my shaft. I had drunk a lot that night and don't remember much. Everything is such a blur, and I can't work out why. I've drunk hard before, but for some reason, it had gotten to my head quicker. I'd never been that drunk before. This didn't make sense.

I'd been drinking at the clubhouse, then the next thing I knew, I was on my back in my room being screwed. I had thought it was Jasmine. I was so out of it, I thought she had come to my bed to surprise me in my sleep. It wasn't until Hawke switched the lights on that I saw Jasmine standing by the door with tears rolling down her face. I just couldn't think straight, and when I looked on the floor and saw that it was Jess who I was sleeping with, I was completely at a loss. Now Jasmine won't give me a chance to explain.

It had taken a few tries to get Hawke to listen, and he's still pissed at me. He denies it, but I can tell. You would think it was his sister that I cheated on the way he's protecting her. I should be happy, but I'm not. If it wasn't for him, I would be on her doorstep ordering her to open her door and let me explain. But nope, I promised Hawke I would give her some time, and I am.

"Prez? Prez?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts and look up at Hawke.

"Don't worry, brother, she'll come around. You'll see."

"Let's hope you're right.” I stand from my chair and tap Hawke's back as I head out of the room and over to the bar to get a beer. As I approach, Gunner eyes me suspiciously.

"What's up, Gun?" I ask, taking a seat on the barstool beside him.

"Prez, what's up with you these days? Did something happen between you and Jasmine?"

"Not your business, man," I state, ending the conversation.

"All I'm saying is, maybe you need some women. How about we go visit a strip bar tonight? My treat," he offers, sliding a beer my way.

I shake my head. "Not interested."

"Oh, man, you're no fun."

My hand grips the beer bottle so tight that I'm surprised it doesn't shatter.

"Watch it, brother," I snarl.

Gunner puts his hands out to me as a plea. "Whoa, Prez. Sorry, man. I was only kidding around with ya. I'll stop now."

"Good choice," I say, frowning. "Now get away from me before I do something I'll regret."

He climbs from his stool and walks away without another word. I notice all eyes are on me and realize my mood must be transparent. They know something's up.

"I'm off, brother," Hawke says, as he ties his hair up in a bun.

"Where you off to?"

"I promised Luisa I'd take her to the movies," he says, frowning, and I fail at trying to conceal my laughter.

"Movies? Since when do you go to the movies?"

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his head. "I know, I know. She's got me by the balls."

"I'm happy for you, man," I admit. "She's a good girl. Hold on to that one. Don't mess up like me."

Hawke nods in understanding before he grips my shoulder. "She just needs time."

"I hope you're right, brother." I take another swig of my beer. "I've got things to do anyway. With the fundraiser happening tomorrow, I gotta take a look at the Fat Boy that's up for auction, you know how it is." I push my beer back and stand up. "I'll walk out with you."

Jasmine

"Luisa, I told you I'm not going. I don't care that you and Hawke want me to come. I'm not going to take a chance on running into Quill. No!"

My friend sighs and then sits beside me on the couch. She looks nice. Her hair is down in waves, and she's wearing contacts. With just a little makeup, not that she needs it, she has that natural look going on.

"Listen, hun, I know this is hard for you, I do, but Hawke is in my life, and that means so is the club. And you're my best friend. There is going to be a time when you and Quill will see each other again. Why not get it over and done with and come to the fundraiser tomorrow?"

I face Luisa and groan in frustration. "I can't, Lu. I'm not over what I saw, and I'm not sure I ever will be."

"I understand," she confirms. "I do. I know you don't want to hear this, but Hawke told me there's more behind what happened that night."

My head snaps up at Lu and I frown. "What do you mean more to it?" I question, narrowing my eyes at her. "You know what, Lu, you're right, I don't want to hear it. I thought you were my best friend, but now you're taking his side?"

"I'm not," she says, shaking her head. "All I'm saying is that there's more to the story. It doesn't mean what Quill did is excusable, but one day you're going to want to hear the whole story. Come on, Jazz, tomorrow could be fun." Lu smiles, making her eyebrows dance.

"Lu," I sigh, trying to conceal my smile. "I'm not happy."

"You need to get out of the apartment. It will be packed anyway, and you might not even see him."

I sigh in defeat. Lu has a way of making me do things that I don't want to do. "Fine," I agree, "I'll come. But I'm warning you, if he so much as tries to talk to me, I'm outta there. Got it?"

Luisa smirks at me and then says, "Got it."

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation.

I open the door and my smile fades when I see Hawke standing there. Every time I see him, he brings back memories of that night. I know I shouldn't blame him, and I don't, but pity is written all over his face when he looks at me. I know he cares and he's concerned about me, but he always wants to talk. He's trying to convince me to talk to Quill. After everything he witnessed that night, he wants me to talk to that jerk. No way!