Punishment for Cheating

So this is a new one from me. It's something I've had in mind for a while, it's just been hard trying to put it into words and deciding where the story is going to go. I have quite a few chapters in the early stages at the moment so I hope to post a few each week to keep it going. I've concentrated on a single route the story will take for the time being, but there will be other options and directions it can go in in the future.

If you are interested in adding chapters to this story, the best place to start will be just after chapter 21, as there are several directions the story can move in from there, though if anyone wants to add anything before that, i don't mind.

Introduction

Amy Anderson sat in the car on her way to a fancy party she’d been looking forward to for a while. Her boyfriend Blake drove.

He had a very expensive car. She had no idea what it was, all she knew was that it cost six figures. He wore a stylish suit, and always had his hair done perfectly. He had a very well-paid job. Amy wasn’t as well-off; she did ok with the photo shoots from time to time, and sometimes got deals to influence products online. But she had the fame of being a popular Instagram model.

She wore a white dress with a square neckline that showed a little of her cleavage. It was a little short, showing plenty of sleek thigh. Her streaky chestnut-brown hair was perfectly straight; she’d spent hours getting that and her mascara right. A pair of large gold hoop earrings finished the look, along with the white high heels. Amy Anderson had to keep up appearances.

They arrived at the party, and Blake pulled into a parking space. Amy watched all the other guests. She was going to look so much better than the other women here.

She turned to get out.

“Before we go in,” said Blake. She met his eyes; they were a little watery. Like something wasn’t quite right. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

She looked into his eyes a while longer. Her heart caught in her throat. She knew exactly what this was about.

“I know what you’ve been doing. I wasn’t looking through your phone, but a notification came up on your tablet the other day. I saw the message on the locked screen. I know you’ve been cheating on me.”

Amy placed a hand over her mouth. There was no point in lying. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Blake looked down at his hands, folding them together. “I’ve been thinking for the last few days, what I should do, whether I could ever trust you again.”

“Please, I can make it up to you. I’m so sorry.” A tear began to trickle down her cheek. She got a tissue out of her bag and dabbed it.

“Don’t give me your fake tears. If you’re really sorry, maybe you can prove it.”

“Of course. I’ll do anything.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and touched his thigh, but he pushed her hand away.

“There’s something in the glove box I want you to wear, to show me what I mean to you. Maybe if you wear it, I’ll believe that you are really sorry for what you did.”

Amy looked from Blake to the glove box at the front of her seat. Her hands shivered a little. Was it nerves? Maybe a little excitement.

What had she done? Blake was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Why did she have to ruin it? Maybe she could make things better.

She reached for the glove box, opening the handle with her trembling hand.