•𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 • (𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤)

24

Melissa's POV
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I hesitated to open my eyes, the only thought that was motivating me in my mind was seeing his face.

But, surprisingly, he wasn't even in the room.
His phone was tho, and it was going off.

I reached for it, without giving it a second thought.

I open the message, and a picture appears in front of my eyes. I frown.

Who is she, and how the fuck did she meet my boyfriend?

I study the picture, not knowing what to think.
But then, a new message from the same number appears.

"𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘑."

Dizziness swept over me, I was starting to have an panic attack, and Jadon strolls in to the room, a grin on his lips.

"Morning." He says, stroking my cheek.

"Don't touch me."

He laughs, "Woke up pissed?"

"No, just found out about the real reason you went to Dortmund." I begin.

"And what's that?" He pouts.

"This." I say, giving him his phone.

He takes a look, and starts laughing.

"She had nothing to do with me going there."

"So how do you know her?" I ask.

"She's my friend's cousin. That's all."

"Your friend's cousin sends you nearly naked pics? Nice."

"Nah, you don't understand. She's a hoe."

I get up from the bed, and start looking for my clothes. He watches me, confused.

"What the fuck? Where are you going?"

"How would you know she's a hoe? You must've banged her good."

I get dressed, grab my things and was about to leave. He followed me downstairs, and stood against the door so I couldn't get out.

"Wait, please."

His lips were centimetres away from mine.

"it's not what you think it is, baby."

"So how is it? She misses you, and you're gonna tell me it's not what I think it is."