Four days later, today was Stephen's 27th birthday. I had planned out a romantic night for him.

I had bought a hotel room for us, and even cooked his favorite dishes. I had even asked his mother for help, and she gladly accepted.

I also bought a cake for him, and a bottle of champagne. I had used half of my savings to pay for everything.

I really wanted to make this a memorable birthday for him. I had even bought the birthday lingerie set that I had bought for his birthday.

Finally done with all the dishes, I pack everything up and put them into a bag. I had already moved some of my bags to the hotel.

I had booked our stay for only three days, and then he could spend the rest of the vacation with his family.

His mom was even planning a small gathering for his birthday. She had cooked, and even baked him a cake.

Then after that was over I was going to take him back to the hotel, and surprise him with a birthday treat. Wink, wink.

Sitting in the living room, I take out my phone to text Stephen. He was out with his friends.

You: Hey baby. Just texting you to see if everything is fine. Hope your having fun. 💕😘

I sent the text and put my phone back into my pants pocket. Getting up from off of the couch, I walk towards the kitchen to see if Stephen's mom needs help with anything.

Walking into the kitchen I see her taking out the icing for the cake. "Do you need any help?" I ask.

Turning around she smiles, nodding her head. "Yes. Would you mind icing the cake?" Nodding my head 'yes', I walk towards the counter grabbing the icing.

Ten minutes later, and I'm finally done with the cake I settle it down on the dinning room table, placing the cover over it. I take my phone out of my pants pocket. Unlocking it I go into my text messages.

He still hasn't texted me back, but I knew I needed to chill. Today was his day to spend with his family and friends. Sighing I go upstairs to take a shower before he got back.

At around 6:57pm Stephen and his friends make it back. Stephen looked a little tipsy, but like I said its his birthday. I wasn't going to be the one to ruin his fun.

Plopping himself next to me on the couch, he grabs my hand kissing it. "Baby..you look so hot." He slurs. This was my first time seeing Stephen this drunk.

Turning my body in his direction, I peck his lips. "Not as hot as you." Grabbing the back of my head, he molds his lips onto mine. I'm taken by surprise at first, but response kissing him back.

The taste of bitter liquor was still lingering in his mouth. He sloppily and hungrily kisses my lips. Breaking the kiss, I cover my bottom lip with my hand.

"Did you seriously bite me?" I glare.

"Baby, come on." He tries pulling me back towards him, but I move further away from him.

"Your mom has this gathering for your birthday. Elijah, I know it's your birthday, but you seriously need to sober up for your mom's sake." Sighing he gets up from off of the couch, and extends his hand out towards me.

"I'm sorry, babe." I take his hand getting up from off of the couch too.

"You don't have to be sorry. I want you to enjoy your birthday, baby. You deserve to have fun. I just don't want you to get too carried away. I love you." I smile pecking his cheek.

Smiling he pulls me against his chest, looking down at me he pecks my lips. "I love you too, mi amor."

An hour later, it was already almost 11 o'clock. Everyone was already either passed out on the couch or fucked up and in the kitchen still drinking. I sat in the kitchen sipping on my glass of Bacardi rum mixed, with orange curacao and lime juice.

Stephen's sister was really good at mixing drinks together. I was already feeling slightly tipsy and intoxicated. Downing the last drops of my drink, I get out of my seat and head towards the living room.

The music was blazing throughout the whole house with You said by Young Thug.

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Walking into the living room I see Stephen and his friends heading towards the front door. I slowly follow behind them, and tap Stephen's shoulder.

Turning around I could tell he was prissy drunk off his ass. His green eyes were glossy, and his eyelids looked heavy. He was totally out of it.

"B-Babbbbbbby!" He grins caressing my cheek.

"Elijah, where are you going?" I cross my arms over my chest glaring at him.

"Babe, just relax. Me and the guys are just going back out for a little while. I'll be back later. I promise." Grabbing my waist he pulls me up against his chest, and pecks my lips.

I was really upset, but I didn't want to be the one to ruin his fun. So, being the good and supportive girlfriend that I am I let him go out with his friends.

After Stephen and his friends left, everyone decided to clean up and head to bed. I head upstairs, and pack up the last of my stuff. Even though Stephen was out with his friends, I was still going to go to the hotel.

I didn't know what I was going to do with the food, and cake that I had there. But at this moment I was just upset. I knew it was his birthday, but I was just over all his selfishness. I was always put as third priority to him, and I was beginning to get tired of it.

Half an hour later, I settle into the hotel room. I had took a nice relaxing bath and put on my new comfy burgundy pajamas that I had bought in Paris.

I plop myself onto the bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand I unlock it.

I click into instagram, and scroll through my feed. As I'm scrolling I comment on a couple of Kyla's pictures. I had noticed she had a lot of pictures with this one particular guy, and I was going to get information about that when I got back to Barcelona again.

I continue scrolling down my feed and a picture catches my eye. I click into the account, and notice there are more new pictures posted on the account.

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#turningup #partyhard #27thbirthday #bday #getfuckedup

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#turningup #partyhard #27thbirthday #bday #getfuckedup

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#27thbirthday #bday #getfuckedup

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#turningup #partyhard #27thbirthday #bday #getfuckedup

I couldn't believe this. I knew he was out to celebrate his birthday, but that didn't mean with other women too.

Feeling more upset and angry, I decide to call Kyla. I wanted to go home. I was officially done with this relationship. It's like he didn't care.

Regardless if he was drunk, he could try to make an effort to tell other women he had a girlfriend. But no. He was out enjoying his company with other bitches.

I click on her contacts, and press call. She picks up on the second ring. I could tell she was probably sleeping, but at this moment I didn't care. I was beyond pissed.

"_____? What's up? It better be good if your waking me up." She sighs.

"I'm sorry, La-la. Is it okay if I ask you to book me a flight leaving tomorrow. I'm done with Stephen." Feeling on the brim of tears, I try my best not to cry.

"What?! What happened? What did he do now? I swear I'll k-"She begins to say, but I cut her off.

"Please, just do me this favor. I promise I'll pay you back. And..I also need a place to stay." My voice cracks a little, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"No,No. I got you. We'll figure this out. I promise. Plus, I still can get you that condo." She says.

"Your the best." I smile through fallen tears.

"Don't cry over him. He doesn't know what he lost. Your an amazing and beautiful individual. You deserve better. But anyways..its booked and you leave at 11:15am. Don't be late. I'll pick you up when you arrive back. Now, get some sleep cause I sure as hell need it. I love you. Night." She exclaims happily.

"Love you too. Thanks, love." We end the call and I decide to go to bed. I lock my phone and put it on its charger. Shutting the light off, I get under the blanket and lay down falling asleep.

It's almost been a month since I left Stephen. The day I got back to Barcelona, I went straight to his house and packed my stuff.

Kyla had got me my own condo, and I have been paying it off with the money from my job. I still worked at Victoria Secret with my manager Liz.

Today, was just another day at work. I finish off stocking the bra and pantie sets on the shelfs. I tell Liz I'm going on break, and then head towards the break room in the back.

I take my lunch out of the refrigerator, and put it into the microwave. As I'm waiting I check my phone, I had changed my number.

I knew Stephen tried calling me, since he also tried to get in touch with Kyla. But Kyla either ignored his calls or answered and hang up on him.

Hearing the microwave beep, I take out my food. I take a seat at the table, and begin to eat. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming towards the room.