I saw my boyfriend's true colors on valentine's day

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“Hello 18plushome, let me share my worries with you. Yesterday’s Valentine’s Day wasn’t a good day at all. In fact, it was a day of tears for me.

I used to date this young man called Patrick. Patrick is a handsome young man, hot and bearded; every woman would easily drool at the sight of him.

We’ve been dating for a year and a half, and we have been very serious about it. Patrick doesn’t have a stable job, so I’m basically the one taking care of him because I’m doing well for myself.

We planned on having a dinner date on Valentine’s Day and then finishing it up with mad sex later that night in a hotel I had booked.

While we were having the dinner date, my mom called to say that my dad was sick and needed urgent care. I begged my boyfriend that plans have changed, that I won’t follow him to the hotel anymore because I need to rush home and take my dad to the hospital, but he can stay in the room for the night since they won’t refund.

So I left and went to my house first to change up because I wore a very revealing red gown to the date, wanted to wear something more comfortable before heading to the family house.

While changing up, mom called and told me that my dad is fine now, that I shouldn’t stress myself and come that night.

So I was relieved, then I just wore something light and went back to the hotel to finish what we started. It was very late that night, around 10:30 pm, but I really wanted that sex.

I got there without telling my bf that I was coming. On my way there, I was already imagining the sex and all we had planned to do that night. I was so happy. I even carried my sex lotion, hoping to get explored because my boyfriend is really good in bed.

I got there and went straight to the room, I knocked, and he opened. He was shocked to see me. He had just his shorts on and nothing else, so I just pounced on him and started kissing him, wanted to go straight to the point because I was so turned on.

I only got the shock of my life as I went into the room, my boyfriend was speechless. I turned to the bed and found a lady lying there, totally naked.

My boyfriend had invited another girl to the hotel to spend the night with her, in a room I paid for, on Valentine’s Day, after the dinner date that I paid for.

I was beyond mad; I was crazy. I was about to create a scene in that hotel; he couldn’t even cheat on me respectfully. He had to do it right before my own eyes, so all this while he was playing me for a fool.

Men are wicked people. The stupid girl even wanted to fight me, no shame at all. You are sleeping with my man in a room I paid for, and you’re not even ashamed.

I left there, and he followed me, begging me. I just ordered an Uber and went back home. Valentine’s Day was a mess; I got heartbroken in the most cruel way.

There’s nothing I have not done for this boy, and this is how he repaid my kindness with such wickedness. I’m ashamed of myself for letting a man play me, but we all experience things like this one way or another.

My well-planned night got ruined; well, I’m glad my dad is alright and well. And I know I will never fall victim to such an evil man again. Thanks Dear”

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