With that, Tiffany rose to her feet and started toward the door. And then she stopped, her feet falling into place.
“Do you know why I came here?” she said. “I didn’t come here because I thought Jackson was sticking his d**k into another woman’s coochie or whatever. I came here… because my best friend had not returned home despite the time, and I feared for her safety. I came here seeking help from Jackson. And in return for my kindness, you gave me this surprise... Heh.”
Tanya’s pupils quivered before she willed them to stay still. Everything she had done up to this point would not brook a sliver of sympathy and guilt. Never again would she put herself in a spot to be gibed and mocked by others; she, too, wanted to be as radiant as all the cool girls in the city — the it-girl worthy of attention!
Tiffany left, but Tanya chose to stay, busying herself with cleaning Jackson’s house till it was spotless. Then, when her chores were done, she laid down next to the slumbering man, exhausted.
It was true that Tanya was once infatuated with Eric, but she was really just in love with how comfortable his material life was. Jackson was different, though. He was the brightest star in her night sky, the one who had truly touched her heart.
Tiffany returned to her apartment, sleep utterly eluding her. Just remembering what Tanya had done deprived her of any strength and made her nauseous.
She wasted no time removing her things from the apartment before sending Eric a resignation letter. The only reason why she did not kick Tanya out of the house was that she knew Jackson too well — he would not start any form of relationship just because sex had taken place. And so, if she were to be kicked out of the only home she had left, Tanya would have nowhere else to go.
It would be the last shred of kindness Tiffany allowed her. No more.
Jackson woke up the next morning with a head-splitting headache. Memories about last night gradually returned to him until it stopped at the moment the alcohol compromised his sobriety. What happened after he lost his grip? Jackson had no clue.
He had thought he would wake up alone, yet one side of him was unnaturally heavy when he tried to hoist himself up. He turned to face it… and froze.
Why was Tanya lying next to him on his bed? Why were there clothes scattering about on his bedroom floor? All he remembered was her coming over and asking if he would like to drink with her. He had not told her to go home because he was at his glummest.
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