Heartless Hearts

Chapter 2 - Password

Recapping my night: first, I got into an accident, then I stumbled into Zach's party with all his high-class friends, got my shirt all wet, and now here I am in the bathroom, unexpectedly witnessing something R-18 involving Julio Fernandez.

Great.

I stood there, staring into space in disbelief, as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Julio's presence here at the party suddenly made sense—he was friends with Zach. How could I forget that?

But oh my God, I know he's known for being a notorious playboy, but I never imagined I'd witness it myself.

I finally decided to leave. As I reached for my backpack, the woman's voice broke the silence once more. "What if my boyfriend finds out about us?" She asked, her voice carried a tone of pleasure rather than guilt.

"No one will find out." Julio responded, reassuring her.

I was struck by another shocking realization. This woman is cheating with Julio right here, right now, in this very bathroom.

What the hell? What the hell.

I couldn't help but think to myself that the issues famous and rich guys deal with in life seem to revolve around collecting women and having affairs.

I knew Julio was a notorious playboy, but I never imagined he could be involved as a third party in someone else's relationship. That's definitely a no no, especially considering he's a public figure.

I sighed quietly to myself, finding Julio to be a huge turn off for me. He may be popular in town, and other girls might not see it as a big deal, I couldn't help but feel differently.

He is a major turn off, period.

"I can't believe we're doing this," The woman's voice and their exchange of sinful words sent shivers down my spine.

Eavesdropping felt incredibly wrong, and I desperately wanted to leave. But it felt like an invisible force was holding me captive, my feet refusing to obey my own command to leave.

Great. I think I'm going crazy, feeling like an accidental witness to a secret affair!

Suddenly, I found myself reaching for my phone, opening the camera app without even thinking. Nervously biting my lip, I quietly tiptoed to the side of the wall and carefully positioned my phone on top of the cubicle and pressed the record button, hoping to catch something on video.

What the hell are you even doing, Clara? I scolded myself once more. Despite the nagging voice in my head, I brushed it off.

My hands were trembling, and my heart was pounding so fast. After waiting for a minute, I reached my limit. I couldn't bear it anymore; my knees wobbled from standing on tiptoes.

Cautiously, I took back my phone and hurriedly ducked down from my position, making sure not to make any noise.

My body felt as cold as ice as I crouched down to play back the video I had recorded. In a panic, I immediately turned down the volume. My eyes widened in shock as I watched—it was indeed Julio Fernadez.

He was pressing a girl against the wall, and they were making out. I gasped when his hand slipped inside the woman's skirt. My virgin eyes!

As I continued to watch, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Julio looking directly at the camera, his cold stare piercing through my phone screen. Oh my god! Panic set in as I realized I had been caught.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my things, ready to make my escape. I had been caught red handed by Julio himself, recording them. What the hell. Kill me now, please!