Adam and I’s relationship continued to grow after the night he slept over. We continued to open up to each other and I learnt so much about him, his family life, his career and everything else. Despite all the vulnerability between us, I never heard much about his relationship. I only heard him mention her name when she was out of town. We were so open with each other, but that subject seemed to be off limits.
My thoughts were like a broken record, the same mental activity played over and over again. He’s a pig. I feel guilty. But he’s so charming. I’ll just have fun for a bit. I should’ve cared that he had a girlfriend, but I didn’t. My subconscious screamed to get out of the situation, but his infectious allure pulled me right back.
One night, Adam invited me out to a club with his friends. “You’ll have a lot more fun with my friends,” he said. We always went to the most high-class places. It made me feel insecure for even considering other bars. I wouldn’t dare disagree with him on where we went to have fun.
Lisa wasn’t around, so I made a bold move and went out by myself. I texted Adam when I was there and he came to get me. After he brought me over to his friends, I saw that there was a girl there. She had a small figure, long brown hair and brown eyes. Adam made an introduction.
“This is Maggie,” he said. My heart beat out of my chest. Oh my god. It’s her.
“Hi,” I said. What I really wanted to say was:
“I’m the girl your boyfriend is emotionally cheating on you with. We text, flirt and hang out behind your back. Oh, and I did I mention he slept over a few weeks ago?”
She smiled at me and we had small talk about how we worked in the same industry. Things weren’t too weird. We were the only 2 girls there that night, so it was nice to stick together.
The longer we hung out together, the quieter she became. The mood turned very tense out of nowhere. She knew. How could she not know?
“What do you want to drink?” Adam asked Maggie and I when we were at the bar. He bought drinks for both of us. Maggie’s expression turned from neutral to unimpressed within seconds. What happened next, right in front of her, she had all the reasons in the world to be unimpressed.
I don’t know if Adam was really drunk or just an idiot, but he started to act like we were the only people in the room. He was straight up playing with fire.
“I really like what you’re wearing today,” he looked at me with wide eyes and a mischievous smile. Butterflies filled my stomach, but I tried to keep my expression neutral. His girlfriend was standing right beside me, how the fuck was I supposed to respond to that. I didn’t say anything.
“It’s nice to see you finally got some style,” he said jokingly and touched my arm with a smirk. A smile grew on my face that I couldn’t control. Adam was too drunk and self-absorbed to even notice that his girlfriend was right there.
Maggie shot him a look, he tensed up and we continued on like nothing happened. This entire situation was extremely uncomfortable.
I decided to move to the upstairs level of the bar, leaving Adam and Maggie alone. The rest of the group was up there so I went to hang out with them.
I started to talk to one of the guys in the group that was kind of cute. At this point in the night, we were all wasted.
“Hey, I’d love to see you on there,” said the cute guy. He pointed to a stripper pole in the corner of the bar.
“Nah,” I said with a smile.
“C’mon, do it!” said one of the other guys who played off his friend.
“I don’t know,” I said. The group of guys who I didn’t know very well started chanting loudly for me to get on it and dance.
“Fine!” I exclaimed. I was annoyed, but didn’t want to seem like a poor sport. I ran to the pole and started to dance. I wanted attention from someone because Adam was with Maggie. I swung around in the air and then fell pretty hard on my knees.
The guys laughed and told me to get up. I was completely embarrassed. What was taking over me, who have I become? This isn’t me. None of them even came over to see if I was ok.
I got up and slammed my drink on the bar, didn’t acknowledge any of them and went downstairs almost in tears. I waited at coat check and I wanted to get the hell out of there.
Adam must’ve seen me, so he followed me out leaving Maggie behind. We stood at the corner of the street outside the bar while I waited for a cab. He lit up a smoke.
“Are you ok?” he said. He seemed concerned. This was the most serious I’ve ever seen him.
“Your fucking friends are ass holes,” I said extremely embarrassed and visibly furious. I explained to him what happened.
“I’m so sorry that happened,” he said. He looked ashamed. “Don’t listen to them.”
“I’m going home,” I said. I finally stood up for myself. Nobody should be treated this way.
“No don’t go! Don’t let this ruin your night!” he said.
“Too late,” I said while a cab pulled up and I got in.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. I gave him a forced smile with hurt eyes as the cab drove off.
The entire cab ride home I debated my life and what I was doing with it.