The house feels strangely empty as I move around, Jake's presence conspicuously absent. He hasn't come home the entire night. I check his room, finding it empty and his bed unslept in. I try calling his phone, but it goes straight to voicemail. After a few rings, I hear an unfamiliar female voice over the phone - "This phone is currently unavailable. Please try again later." My heart suddenly drops, realizing what this could mean. It's clear that he either turned his phone off completely or... Blocked my number. "Motherfucker..." 22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡET90ALaZ1K
Hours later, I track Jake's phone signal to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town. As I approach room 105, I hear muffled voices and giggles from inside. I pound on the door, knuckles white with rage. Suddenly, the door cracks open. Inside, I find Jake sprawled on the bed with a random blonde. The girl squeals in horror at the sight of the knife in my hand, jumping off the bed and covering her mouth. Jake freezes, his eyes widening as he sees me and the blade. "Babe, I can explain..."22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOkcWgsv3K
“Seriously?” I grunt and point the knife at them. “Against the wall... NOW.” Jake quickly gets off the bed, his hands raised in a placating gesture. The blonde girl scurries to the corner of the room, her eyes wide with fear. Jake moves towards the wall, his back pressing against it as he swallows hard. "Just listen to me for a second-."22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ22OfcG8zpN
“Shut the fuck up,” I point my attention to the blonde, “what’s your name?” The blonde swallows hard, her eyes flicking between me and the knife. "H-Heather," she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I-" She takes a shuddering breath, expecting me to lunge at her with the knife. Jake's eyes widen in panic, realizing I’m not just going to let him off the hook. He looks at Heather, a silent plea in his eyes for her not to answer. But Heather, terrified and wanting to survive, blurts out the truth. "We met at the bar last night." 22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB54SrJtJeq
I smile, it looks sweet almost, “come here Heather.” Heather cautiously steps forward, still afraid of the knife but intrigued by my sudden change in demeanor. Meanwhile, Jake watches nervously, unsure what I’m planning. "What are you-" He tries to intervene but stays pressed against the wall. "Don't hurt her." I hook my arm around her lovingly, then I look at Jake. “Do you like her?” 22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvL4x4mPO3
Jake freezes. He sees where this is going. He knows I’m not actually insane enough to kill a woman over this. He smirks slightly, deciding to answer truthfully. "She's hot. Way hotter than you." He watches my expression carefully. "Her tits are amazing." My smile twitches. “Answer truthfully.” 22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUSroS3MrsV
Heather looks at me curiously, then back at Jake. She sees this as a test. Jake swallows hard before answering truthfully, "I fucked her last night. She gives better head than you." He waits for my reaction, half-expecting me to stab him. Jake sees the anger in my eyes, the way my knuckles turn white around the knife handle. He decides to push my buttons further, thinking I might actually kill Heather if he tells the whole truth. "She's younger than you. Prettier. Better in bed." 22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkaOlGb21jn
“Jake,” I tilt my head at him, “answer me truthfully please baby.” Jake's heart races. He knows he's crossed a line, but he can't stop now. He looks into my eyes, seeing the darkness there. He knows he's playing with fire, but he does it anyway. "I'm in love with her. I'm leaving you for her."
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