Chloe's Pov:
Connor and I have been together for over a year now and I wish that I could say everything was going perfect but it's not. I am a terrible human being.
Connor has told me so many times that he loves me and I have never been able to truthfully say it back to him. I mean I really, really like Connor but I don't love him. And to make it all worse I still have feelings for Ricky.
And if you think that's bad, it isn't even the worst part. I have been having an affair. Multiple affairs. With Ricky. I have been with him behind Connors back when he was at work, seeing his parents, at a friends house. You name it. And I feel awful. But truthfully, I don't want to stop.
Connor is the sweetest person ever. He treats me like a princess and I don't deserve him. But Ricky is my drug. I'm addicted to him. I know I can't have them both but is it wrong that I want to try for as long as I can?
It all started at Connors 23rd birthday party. We were all so happy for him, he blew out his candles and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He told me he loved me. Ricky was with Shelby, they had continued dating and looked so happy. Me and Connor were happy too. So tell me why five minutes later me and Ricky were in the bathroom with my back against the cold wall and his hand across my mouth to stop the moans.
When Connor proposed to me, I convinced myself this had to stop. I was engaged. I told Ricky on the night of our engagement party that the sneaking around had to end. I am soon to be a married woman. He had just broke up with Shelby and was starting to date again, so he agreed. And yeah, you guessed it. Ten minutes later we were buried under the sheets in my bedroom. Why? I have no idea.
I love this, but I can't hurt Connor. Ricky hurt me.
A/n: nearly the end. One more half chapter to go! Ily all!
Stay cloudy☁️
-Charlie💙