On My Birthday, My Boyfriend Cheated On MeChapter 1
It was my birthday, so I invited my boyfriend, Harry and my best friend, Rachel, to my rental house to celebrate. The night was filled with laughter, food and drinks. As the evening wore on and the alcohol took effect, I found myself feeling pleasantly tipsy. Deciding it was time to call it a night, I excused myself and went to my bedroom, the world around me slightly spinning.
I was half-asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness when I heard Rachel's soft, hesitant voice cutting through the haze.
"Don't do it here, Rosie is still here," she whispered, her voice tinged with nervousness.
"Don't worry, baby," came Harry's soothing reply. "I locked the bedroom door. She can't get out."
A chill ran down my spine, sobering me slightly. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, the remnants of alcohol still coursing through my veins.
"Woo woo, you're bad..." Rachel's voice was playful now, but I could sense an underlying tension.