We were on our way to the gala. I wore my black dress, and Gio was in an all-black suit, gold jewelry glinting under the city lights—matching perfectly.
He leaned down to me, lips grazing my neck. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered.
“You smell so good, babe,” I said, turning to wrap my hands around the back of his neck. “You look handsome.”
He smiled, brushing his lips against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, and he grinned.
“Let’s go,” I said. “Honestly, I already wanna stay home.”
Arriving at the gala, it was my first time going with Gio. Few people knew we were together—most assumed we were just friends, though we spent every day together.
Today, I was meeting his parents. My stomach flipped.
Gio held my waist as we navigated through the crowd, introductions following us like a parade.
“Hey, son,” a deep voice called from behind.
“Hey,” Gio replied.
“Who’s this pretty young lady?” His father stepped forward, hand extended. I shook it politely.
“My girlfriend,” Gio said, pressing a reassuring squeeze to my waist.
“Nice to meet you, I’m his mother,” she said, eyes briefly flicking over me.
“I’m his father,” he added.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said with a polite smile.
“Can I talk to you, Gio?” his mom asked.
He nodded, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Left standing awkwardly, I decided to grab a drink.
“Hey, what’s your name?” a tall man asked.
“None of your business,” I said coolly.
He laughed. “Okay… None of your business. You have a partner?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Where is he? Are you lying?”
“He’s talking to his mother. I’m not. No need to lie.”
He muttered something and finally left, leaving me alone. But boredom set in. Gio still hadn’t returned.
I scanned the room and then froze. Gio was there… with a girl, her hands on him, laughing. His mother stood nearby, speaking to him, and he seemed trapped but compliant.
The girl leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
I couldn’t breathe. I turned sharply and walked out, heart hammering. I wouldn’t watch this—wouldn’t deal with it.
Outside, the same guy from earlier tried to stop me. “Hey, where you going?”
“Home,” I said, not slowing.
“Why?”
“Just got cheated on. I’m not dealing with it. I’m tired and don’t want to argue.”
He stepped closer, too close. I shoved—but he fell hard.
I looked up—and saw Gio.
I didn’t care about the man on the ground. I kept walking, but Gio’s voice stopped me.
“Sierra, why the fuck are you talking to him? Why are you walking away?”
I grabbed my phone, ordering an Uber. He caught my hands and spun me around.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you mad I didn’t let him touch you now?” he asked, holding me firmly but not painfully.
“Gio, stop. I have a headache. I don’t want to argue,” I whispered, trying to pull away.
“Why were you talking to him?” he pressed, and something snapped inside me.
“What? Are you serious, Gio? You were with a girl—she touched you, she kissed you, and you let it happen! And now you’re mad because he didn’t do anything? That makes no sense!” I shouted.
He froze, hands clutching his hair. “Sierra, it’s not what it looks like. My mom—she tried forcing me with that girl for… our reputation. I didn’t want to. I let her touch me because she threatened you. When she kissed me, I yelled. I yelled at her, I yelled at my mom. She doesn’t understand—I don’t want an arrangement, I don’t want her. I—fuck.”
He stepped closer, tears glistening in his eyes. “I can’t lose you, Sierra. Not now, not ever. Especially not over a misunderstanding. I already told my mom I won’t see her if she doesn’t see me with you.”
My stomach twisted violently. I couldn’t hold it—I vomited to the side. Gio immediately grabbed my hair. “You okay, baby?” he whispered.
Once I was done, I asked quietly if we could go home. He nodded, guiding me out safely.
On the ride back, my mind raced—I was worried I could be pregnant. Four weeks ago, we’d been together… and he’d come inside me.
I stayed silent.
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked softly.
“No,” I whispered.
“Baby… I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped her, but I was thinking about my mom. I promise it won’t happen again. I can’t lose you,” he said, glancing from the road to me.
“It’s fine, Gio,” I murmured. I really meant it—I understood.
We stopped at a red light.
“Baby…” he said, and my stomach flipped again. I jumped out and vomited, fear and nausea mixing.
“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, holding my hair gently.
I wiped my mouth and climbed back in. “Let’s go home. I think I ate something bad.”
He looked worried but drove off, hands tight on the wheel, his presence steady and protective beside me.
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