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This was probably an affair, not a one-night stand with a prostitute. But either way, it was disgusting.
I even took a shower before leaving.
Even though the other woman came after me, the whole thing made my skin crawl.
I really didn't know if that side chick and I were "sharing a room" or "sharing a bastard!"
According to the front desk, she made a new key card for the other woman.
Usually, for security, if you forget your key and want elevator access, you have to provide the room number and the name on the reservation.
Knowing the jerk's name and room number... it probably wasn't a random hooker.
Even a jerk like him wouldn't give his real info to an escort.
It was almost certainly an affair.
I thought about all his behavior this time. His main purpose for coming was probably ten-to-one not me.
Him saving his energy last night proved he'd scheduled this in advance.
But I was puzzled. Who could this other woman be?
We'd been out of college for three years.
The jerk had moved away.
How did he know someone here locally?
Logically, having an affair with someone in his own city made more sense.
I stopped overthinking.
Once I got to the hotel, everything would be clear.
As I neared the hotel, I realized going to confront them alone might not be smart.
I needed to take pictures, and if they got violent, I'd need backup.
I quickly called my best friend, Harper.
Harper answered, sounding half-asleep.
"What's wrong with you, calling in the middle of the night?!"
It was only 11 PM. With her night-owl habits, there was no way she was already asleep. Unless... it was her?
My heart sank.
A terrible thought hit me: The women the jerk knew in this city were basically just me... and Harper.
Could they have been sneaking around behind my back?
That "best friend betrayal" trope is everywhere online. Could it really be happening to me?
The more I thought, the more my mind raced, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Was I about to lose both my boyfriend and my best friend?
