One Night Stand

Chapter 43

Javier’s POV

“Javier!” My granny gasped.

When I said I wouldn’t filter Grandma, I meant it, so when I came from Spain, I suppose it was 9 or 8

years ago; I slept with her and observed her actions. She came to my workplace, but if I was occupied, Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

she went to her boyfriend’s. When I declined to meet her, she went to her boyfriend’s house.

So, since it had become a pattern for her, I began denying her whenever she asked to see me, and

each time she ended up with her first love. I never saw her again that year, but we spoke on the phone

and texted. She stopped trying and phoning after a year. Everyone was going about their daily lives. I

didn’t have a partner, so I reverted to my previous habits, but this time, I was more selective about who

I slept with.

So I still had my prostitutes and everything else you could think of, but I opted for older folks who

understood what I was looking for. They wanted money, and I wanted sex. Then, after almost two years

of no communication, Sandra returned, accusing me of cheating on her, but I told her she should cease

contacting me, and I did the same. I’ve never been the kind to pursue ladies.

My closest buddy, Ethan, is more aware of this. Anything clinging didn’t appeal to me. So we began

that year, making time for her. After three months, when things were going well for us and I was

embracing her and wanted to urge her to stop what she was doing, I discovered who her boyfriend

was: my very own best friend, my brother, and the guy I’ll murder for, Ethan.

Everyone’s eyes widened, but Ethan, to my astonishment, remained unfazed. Perhaps he’ll tell me

later. For just a name, you and I have been dating since that day. God bears testimony that I have

never touched you, but if it had been someone else, I could have. When I got home, I began thinking

about how often I used to speak about you with Ethan. It appalled me.

I didn’t know how to tell him I didn’t like you. I just wanted to fuck you to teach you a lesson. I felt

helpless. I nearly sobbed because I could see Ethan’s face aching every time I remembered it, but he

said nothing to me. I wanted to murder him. Of course, I would never murder him, but I would beat him

up for lying to me. He had been dating you. I never imagined I’d betray a friend, a brother, and the guy I

trusted with my life because of a woman. I felt like a sewer burst directly on my face as I recalled the

meal we had with Ethan and how I was busy kissing you in front of him; I was disgusted, and I

despised you with a passion from that day forwards. I didn’t feel the need to separate since nothing

was going on between us. You know nothing about me. We just hung together when I needed to fuck,

and we never discussed the future. We discussed the work. I can’t believe it when I think back on our

chats. Ethan and I continued to collaborate. He never deceived me, but as your buddy and brother, I

feel like you might have informed me, “Do you know how I felt?” I felt worthless.