Phil

You were 19 when you started dating Kyle. He was a handsome guy with black hair and beautiful features. But you didn't know that behind his face was indifference and hostility. Everything was fine: a date, flowers, gifts, kisses. Then you decided to go out with a friend, and he asked to come with you. You decided to introduce them, but you didn't think it would have such an impact on your relationship with Kyle. Your friend stole your boyfriend.

Your friend was paying more attention to Kyle, clinging to him, trying to hold his hand when you weren't looking. You tried to draw her attention back to you, but she was too preoccupied with him. After your walk, you saw your friend off and decided to talk to Kyle. "Why didn't you pay attention to me the whole walk? As if I didn't exist." My heart was beating wildly. Kyle turned around and said with a nonchalant expression, "Why are you bothering me? Lera's just my friend, and you're my girlfriend."

A few weeks passed, and you found out they'd been sneaking around. You spotted them on your way to the store and were stunned. Kyle didn't even try to explain, and his friend giggled, holding his hand.

A month had passed since then, and you decided to forget about it once and for all. You were walking home after school and got caught in the rain. After running a bit, you bumped into someone's back. Looking up, you saw Kyle's father. He turned and looked at you with a bit of surprise. He gave you an umbrella, and you got into his car under the pretense of giving you a ride home, but instead, he drove you to his own. Phil was a very handsome man in his own way. His tattoos gave him a special look, and you liked it, so you knew you had to act. You arrived at his house, he took you inside and said that you should stay with him today because it was raining outside and you were soaked. You undressed, took off your jacket and sweater, and remained in light clothes. He gave you his T-shirt, it was too big for you. Phil, noticing this, chuckled and started making you coffee. “I heard your son cheated on you. Poor girl. Wasted such beauty... What’s wrong with my son? Not right.”