Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus. She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage. Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well, well..." she purrs, voice thick as honey. "Look who it is..." Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile. "You're lookin' good, baby," she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. "Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..." Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there. "Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..." Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips. "You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..." Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge. "So what's it gonna be, handsome?" she whispers, voice a sultry rasp. "You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to beg?"
Ex will never be my next Jenny,even if you looking hot now. So even if you beg, you won't get me like you want.
"Oh?" Her expression goes from sultry to wounded, "And why is that?" She leans even closer, a tear forming in the corner of her eye as she battles to hold back genuine hurt and confusion, "Did I do something wrong? Was it because of this new girl you've been spending so much time with lately?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word as if trying to convince herself more than him. "You know," She continues, her tone softening as she reaches up to brush a lock of hair behind his ear, "I can be better... I could try harder." Looking into his eyes she searches for any sign of doubt or regret, desperate for the validation that she was always enough.
I wiped away her tear "I've been with a lot of women after we broke up. Most of them said same. But I got a question to you. Can you really be better? Or will you try your best to break my heart again like you did last time?"
Her expression darkens at his accusation, but she doesn't back down. "Artyom," she whispers his name, her tone edged with resentment now, "I have been nothing but loyal to you. You were the only one I wanted, and I thought... I thought I deserved that same dedication in return." She pauses, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady her voice. "If giving my all means making things right between us," she says softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, her fingers trembling slightly with emotion, "then yes, I can be better." Her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before looking back up at him pleadingly. "Please give me another chance," she murmurs, voice barely audible above the music. "I know I hurt you, but I was jealous and confused... I never meant to drive us apart." The tears threatening to spill over once more, she fights to maintain her composure as she waits for his reply. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel the blood rushing through her body at an alarming rate. All she wants now is for him to say yes... just one little word that would make everything alright again.
" I do not believe you. Even if I'm the type of the guy you're looking for, then go back to party. There's a lot guys wich has build up like me. You'll have a better chance then you have it on me" I light my smoke. The way she cries sill not manipulate me again like last time. "And I already have a girlfriend now. I prefer to not break her heart like you did to me! I would not cheat my girlfriend with anyone, even if it's you."
Her eyes widen in disbelief as he rejects her pleas, the anger she'd been holding back finally boiling over. "You selfish bastard!" she spits out, barely able to contain her fury as tears stream down her face. "You think I would ever stoop so low?" She takes a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself before continuing in a quieter tone, "I never cheated on you, Artyom. Not once." Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment before snapping back up to meet his defiant glare. "You're just too blind to see that." She crosses her arms again, pushing her breasts higher in protest as she squares her shoulders. "Fine," she says after a beat, anger now giving way to bitter resignation, "If you're going to be like this... I guess there's nothing more I can say." With that, she turns and walks away, back straight and head held high despite the tears streaking down her face. As she disappears into the crowd, a small part of her wishes he would call out, beg her to stay... but she knows better than that now. He's already made his choice.
As the party continues, she drank a lot alcohol, cried, laughed, made conversations with others, and also flirted with different boys. That time I was drinking with my girlfriend and my girlfriend went to toilet, wich took her long time to return. As my girlfriend returned, I smelled a different male parfume, wich it meant she made love with another man. We argued and broke up. That time Jenny saw md as I was drinking all by myself.
After that night, Jenny couldn't help but feel vindicated in her decision to walk away. It seemed as though she had been right all along - he was just like every other guy out there, constantly looking for something better even when he already had something perfect. But as the days turned into weeks and months went by without any word from Artyom, she found herself missing him more and more.
She tried to move on, dated around a bit but nothing seemed to compare to their unique connection. Her father's lectures about settling down with someone who could 'provide for her' only made her feel emptier inside. No matter how many times she went out or tried to forget him, Artyom always managed to creep back into her thoughts, the memories of their time together playing on repeat in her mind.
One night, while out with the other members of the bitch three, she overheard them talking about an upcoming party at a frat house that Artyom would be attending. Desperate for any chance to see him again, she convinced Revena and Odessa to let her tag along despite her insistence on keeping her distance from him. As they arrived at the party, Jenny's heart raced in anticipation of seeing his familiar face among all the other guys. She knew this would be their only shot; if he didn't show up or ignore her again, she wasn't sure how much more rejection she could handle.
As Artyom walks around the party, he couldn't help but notice the beautiful brunette with the perfect body following him. She was the one who broke his heart two years ago and he thought she finally moved on from him. As he turns to face her, their eyes meet and a wave of familiarity washes over him. He decides not to engage with her, not wanting to give her any attention after all that she's put him through. He was sad because months ago his girlfriend cheated on him and they broke up. But he started to think, what if Jenny will really got better as personality throughout passing 2 years?
As she watched him ignore her, tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Her heart ached with the familiar pain of rejection as it sank in that he truly didn't want her anymore. Despite all of their history and the promises they once made to each other, it seemed as though Artyom was content to move on without giving their relationship another chance.
With a shaky breath, she forced herself to turn away from him, walking through the crowd in search of someone - anyone - who might make her feel wanted again. But no matter where she went or who she talked to, all she could think about was Artyom and how much she'd once loved him. A tear slipped down her cheek as she realized that maybe he had been right after all...perhaps she had never truly been good enough for him.
As I saw her with tears, I approach her while she didn't noticed me. And with a swift and lightly, I offered her a napkin. "I don't wanna see any women crying in my party even if it's you Jenny. You had to tell me if you're here. My door is open for you, but... Not that much to be your boyfriend, at least for now..."
She jumps slightly as she feels his hand on her arm, looking up into those familiar eyes with a mixture of relief and confusion etched across her features. Taking the napkin wordlessly, she dabs at her tear-streaked cheeks before sniffling and wiping her nose on the back of her hand. For a moment, they just stand there, staring at each other as memories rush unbidden through their minds. "I'm sorry for coming here... I shouldn't have expected you to want me after what I did..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the music. "I was just hoping... that maybe we could talk." Her gaze drops again, focusing on the floor as she bites her lip in nervousness. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to take her back, to forgive and forget all that has happened between them. But another, stronger part knows that things can't go back to the way they were before... not after everything.
I made her look at me by lightly lifting her face slightly from her chin. "You sure grown up Jenny. Your personality looks like changed, your body got much more hot, but yet your decisions still stays same ey?" I took a sip from her cocktail. "Your lips still tastes same as I see, even if you changed your lipstick." I made a bold flirting by saying this sentence.
The taste of his words, laced with both flattery and accusation, linger on her tongue as she parts her lips to speak. "I... I have changed," she admits, sounding a little breathless despite herself. Her eyes flicker up to meet his, and for a moment they lock in an intense gaze that makes the air around them seem charged with something more than mere desire. Her hand lifts of its own accord, reaching out to trace a path down his arm, her fingers tingling at the contact. "Maybe we could... talk about it? I mean," she pauses, her voice wavering slightly, "I understand if you don't want me back, but maybe there's some way for us to work things out?" The vulnerability in her tone is unmistakable, and it's clear that she's putting herself out there once again.
I watch as she touches me, her hand tracing down my arm. It sends shivers up and down my spine, reminding me of how good it felt to be with her. "Maybe... we can try." I say softly, my voice caught in my throat. "But you have to understand that things can't go back to the way they were before. There will be trust issues on both sides and we need to work through them together."
Nodding slowly, she takes a deep breath before speaking. "I know that it won't be easy, Artyom... but I want to try." She pauses, searching for the right words, "After everything that happened with my father and..." Her voice trails off as she looks away, unable to finish the thought. "I love you," she blurts out suddenly, her eyes meeting his again in a pleading sort of way. "Even though I messed up so badly before, I've never stopped loving you. And if there's even a chance for us..." She lets the rest of the sentence hang in the air, her heart racing as she waits for him to respond.
I felt my heart skip a beat when she said those words, but I didn't want to get my hopes up just yet. "Jenny... You know things aren't the same as they used to be. They will never be that way again." I said carefully. "And we both made mistakes... We need to learn from them and move forward." I took a step back to her, even if I want to feel her warmth again. This feels... Kinda wrong, but also... Maybe kinda correct? "You have to do a lot to proove that you're really a girl wich I can love. And you have to know, I'm not into only having sex, I want to marry someone, even if it's you or not. I want to have kids and create a family."
"I..." Her face falls, a mix of relief and disappointment playing across her features as she takes in what he's said. "I know things can't go back to how they were... but maybe we could try to move forward together? I understand that you want more than just sex," she adds quickly, clearly wanting him to believe that she does have feelings for him beyond their physical connection. "And as for proving myself... Well," she hesitates only briefly before meeting his gaze defiantly, "I can try my best to show you that I've changed. That I am worthy of your trust." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "And as for marrying you and having kids... I wouldn't mind the idea. Not anymore."
Her heart races in her chest as she awaits his reply, desperately hoping he'll give her another chance to show him just how much she really loves him.
I was surprised when she said that about having kids and marrying me, but I didn't want to let my guard down too easily yet. "Jenny... If you say so... Fine. But it will be slow process, cause I need to know that You really changed, trust is something hard to get back." I reached out my hand toward hers. "If we going to try, then we gonna try hard with all our heart. Deal?"
Her hand trembles slightly as it meets his in a firm grasp. Her grip is surprisingly strong, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and straight to his core. "I promise I'll try my best," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "And I trust you, Artyom... I know we can make this work." A shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips as their eyes meet once more. "Just give me a chance to prove it to you."
Her heart feels like it might burst from hope and anticipation as she waits for his reply, afraid that even after all of this, he still might not believe in them enough. But deep down, she knows... she just knows that this time will be different. She can feel it in the way their hands fit together so perfectly, like they were always meant to be together.
As Artyom hesitates for a moment longer, her fingers tighten reflexively around his hand, willing him to say the words she's been longing to hear since the moment she first laid eyes on him again.
Her words, her expression and most of all our hands... It made me think and it was hard. But at the end I can't deny she changed, not only outside but also inside. She still have a place in my heart even if there are scars from pain and broken trust. "Okay... Jenny. We gonna try." I let our hands go as I take a step closer to her again. "But it's like this..." I wink playfully at her, making her cheeks flushed red "...it's not just about you changing, it's also about me trusting you again and not being too overprotective. I have a room on the upper floor. This party is in my home as you know..."
Her face splits into a grin, and she practically bounces on her toes in excitement. "Oh my God, Artyom! You're serious?" She laughingly tries to wipe the disbelief from her expression, but there's an undeniable gleam of hope in her eyes. "I promise I won't mess this up again. And if you ever feel like I'm not being honest or trustworthy... Just tell me." She takes a step closer, close enough now that he can feel the warmth of her body against his. "I want to make things right between us... and prove to you how much I really love you." With that, she presses her lips softly against his, their first kiss since before everything fell apart. Her hands find their way up around his neck, tangling in his hair as she deepens the kiss, eager for more contact with him. This time, it feels different; right. And as they pull away from each other, breathless and giddy, she knows that this is only the beginning of their journey back to one another.