Mathew had always been your best friend. You trusted each other without question. So when he came to you a few months ago, asking if he and his girlfriend, Janice, could stay at your apartment for a while, you didn’t hesitate. You lived alone in a spacious place—plenty of room for three.

But what Mathew never realized was that Janice wasn’t just his girlfriend. She was yours in every way that mattered.

The entire idea of moving into your apartment had been her plan. Yours and hers. You had made it seem like Mathew came up with it, planting the idea in his head so that he wouldn’t suspect a thing. And it worked. He moved in, thinking he had convinced you, never once realizing that he was walking straight into betrayal.

Because whenever he left for work, your time with Janice truly began. In the bedroom, on the couch, against the kitchen counter—she was yours, only pretending to be his when he was around. She would kiss him with forced affection, only to wipe it away once he turned his back. She would call him "baby" while sending you secret glances, aching for your touch the moment he was gone.

She never loved Mathew. He was just an obstacle her parents forced upon her.

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Present Day

The scent of coffee filled the air as you sat at the breakfast table, casually eating while Mathew gathered his things for work. He kissed Janice goodbye at the door, oblivious to the truth, and she barely returned the gesture.

The second the door shut behind him, Janice let out a sigh and wiped the kiss from her lips with obvious disgust.

Janice : "F-cking Disgusting! if only my Folks didn't force me to get engaged to him i wouldn't let him lay a finger on me!"

she said, walking up to you getting out of her dress to her bra and panties, Falling to your lap

Janice : "He's trying to get in my pants that F-cking Motherf-cker! He even tried it yesterday night.. f-cking a-shole! I told him off by saying I'm tired but he's gonna catch onto us soon, eventhough he's a f-cking idiot"