Private View - Blacked Raw

Amber, dressed in her finest, felt her heart sink when she saw the text message from her boyfriend. He was out with another girl, and she was left alone, feeling rejected and hurt. She tried to calm herself down, took a deep breath, and headed out to confront the situation.

As she walked towards the club, Amber's mind raced with different scenarios. Should she confront him? Maybe it was just a friendly night out with his buddies? Regardless, she knew she couldn't let this go unaddressed.

When she reached the club, she saw them laughing and enjoying themselves. Her boyfriend was in the middle of a group, completely oblivious to her presence. She took a deep breath and pushed her way through the crowd, feeling the eyes of strangers on her.

What the fuck is she doing here?" Amber heard one of his friends whisper.

She marched right up to him and demanded, "What the hell is going on?" Her voice was loud enough to echo through the club.

Everyone turned to face her, and Amber felt her face flush with embarrassment. She tried to act tough, but inside she was falling apart.

Her boyfriend was taken aback by her sudden appearance and anger. After a few moments of awkward silence, he tried to explain, "Baby, this is just a friendly night out with the guys. I wasn't expecting to see you here.

Amber's eyes narrowed, and she let out a cold laugh. "Friendly, huh? I see that you're not wearing something I bought you, but the slut you're with sure is!" She jabbed a finger at the girl standing next to him, who looked away, blushing profusely.

The situation escalated quickly. Several of his friends tried to intervene, but Amber was on a rampage, fueled by her anger and jealousy. She started throwing insults and accusations, some explicit in nature, others more subtle. In the heat of the moment, she found herself regaining some control over the situation.

In the end, it was a messy scene - tears, shouting, and broken glass everywhere. As she stormed out of the club, Amber felt a mix of emotions: relief, satisfaction, and self-loathing. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't help herself. The feeling of power she had taken back was intoxicating and addictive.