Dustin scratched his head irritably and patiently explained to me, "You hated Heather, didn't you? I was afraid that you would get angry if you knew, so I didn't tell you!"
"After the party that day, we all drank too much, and I went to Heather's house to sleep. But don't worry, we didn't sleep together. Cesar slept with her..."
Was it something to be proud of?
I knew almost all of Dustin's friends. Cesar got married several years earlier than us, and he even had two children.
Not only did these married men not keep a distance from other women, but they also lay on the same bed with them openly.
Were they proud of it?
I picked up the phone on the ground and showed the photo Heather sent him. I sneered and said, "You didn't sleep with her? She has already sent you such a sexy photo. You're disgusting."
"Do you dare to deny that you sent these explicit words to her?"
"It's so warm. I want to eat it."
Dustin looked at me anxiously. "It's not me. A friend of mine likes Heather and asked me to help him pursue her, so he chatted with her on my account. I didn't expect Heather to think it was me, so you made such a misunderstanding."