In relationships, there are many things that you can forgive your other half for doing but doing your best friend isn't one of them.
Enjoy this Friday Fiction from Kola.
Tari put her electronic key through the slot and pushed the door opened. She took a step into the room and stopped, her mouth dropping open at the sight before her.
Her fiancé, Victor, had his dick sliding in and out of a woman's pussy. Both of them were lost in the throes of passion, fully dressed apart from the exposed organs and unaware of anyone else in the room.
In shock, Tari took a step back and bumped into Rita who had her head down looking at her phone. She peeked up and a soft sound escaped her open mouth.
Purely on reflex, Tari snatched the phone off Rita, pressed the camera button, and started taking pictures.
As soon as the flash went off, Victor turned around and the woman—Natasha!—shouted. "Oh, no!"
Both of them jumped apart and pulled at their clothes. Tari turned around and ran out of the room, dragging a puzzled-looking Rita with her.
"Tari, wait! I can explain," Victor's voice sounded behind her.
She jerked her head sideways but couldn’t see him in the corridor.
Victor and Natasha! In her room. The vile image of the two of them flashed in her mind. Shaking her head, she jabbed the lift button with more force than necessary.
How could her fiancé and best friend do this to her? How long had it been going on? How long had they been laughing at her?
Body tensed, her heart pounded in her chest. She typed out a short email on the phone, trembling thumbs flying across the screen. The lift pinged as she hit send. Someone stepped out. Tari walked in first. As soon as Rita followed, she pressed the button to take them back to the ground floor. The door started sliding shut as Victor's hassled face appeared.
"Tari, don't do anything stupid." He threw himself at the door, preventing it from closing.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do!"
Muscles quivering, she took a step forward into his personal space. She didn't fear the bastard. He'd already done his worse. Behind, she passed Rita's phone back.
"Did you take photos of us?" Victor asked, tilting his head round to watch what she did with the phone.
"Yes, I did," Tari retorted, chin lifted, fingers digging into her right palm, the other clutching her purse.
"Bitch! Give me the phone." He reached past Tari but she blocked him.
"Calm down, will you? I've deleted the photo. Look." Rita lifted the phone to show Victor her photo gallery. "See, there's nothing is in here apart from the photos from the party."
He peered closer and then nodded before turning his attention back to Tari. "Look, I don't know what got into me. I think I must have had too much to drink."
"So you were so drunk your dick fell into my friend, in my room." She couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore and shoved him hard. Mouth opened in a stunned expression, he staggered back, releasing the doors. As they slid shut, she shouted at him. "I never want to see your cheating, lying face again!"
Body trembling, she fell back against the wall. Her breaths came out rushed and noisy. She pulled her phone out of her purse and checked her mailbox. The email she'd send herself sat there with the photos.
"What are you going to do?" Rita asked, looking over her shoulder.
"I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson he'll never forget," Tari said as she uploaded the image to Instagram, Facebook, and then to Twitter. "Never mess with an Essien."
By the time they got downstairs, the photos had been re-shared and re-tweeted so many times it was trending, thanks to her thousands of followers.
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