Petra had been ready to give Ansel's new slut every filthy insult in her arsenal, but the creature standing before her was not what she had been expecting. She was beautiful, truly, and Petra could see why Ansel would be attracted to her. Long, silky blonde hair, full pouty lips, milky skin and her make up was absolute<i>perfection</i>. She looked like one of the girls Petra wouldn't have minded having in her little crew of socialites, frolicking around urban Chicago and turning heads wherever they went. The woman was stunning, but obviously very young. Younger, even, than Petra? Did Ansel's cradle robbing know no bounds? Petra was about to open her mouth to say something harsh when Ansel's pet opened her mouth first.<br/><br/>Her jaw dropped and she stared hard at Lucio.<i>She</i>was a<i>he</i>, and Petra knew this one. It was impossible to forget that gorgeous, alluring English lilt.<br/><br/>"You?!" Petra yelled, tossing the door open the rest of the way and turning back to Ansel, her nostrils flaring. "You're fucking your student?!"<br/><br/>"Stop!" Ansel hissed, moving forward quickly and taking Lucio by the hand, gently tugging him inside and slamming the front door to his apartment. Lucio looked absolutely stunning, but Ansel didn't have time to appreciate his love's amazing paint job. "I told you, Petra, you need to leave. Now."<br/><br/>"You cheated on me with a little fucking boy?" Although Petra was shocked to discover precisely who Ansel had been sleeping with, she didn't give two shits about seeing Lucio in make up and heels. Being deep within the fashion community, Petra had many male friends who dabbled with make up and either painted themselves or others on a regular basis. If Lucio was gay, fine. If he liked to cross dress, whatever. But Ansel? Ansel had never once shown any kind of interest in males, not that she had noticed. He was as straight as them came. Or, perhaps, straight acting? Everything about Ansel screamed masculine, strong,<i>straight</i>. Petra couldn't believe it. She couldn't understand it. Ansel had left<i>her </i>for<i>him?</i><br/><br/>"First of all, he's a grown adult just like you, and I will not sit here and tolerate you insulting him."<br/><br/>"Excuse me? He's insulting me just by being here! This little slut stole my boyfriend and you don't expect me to be pissed about it?"<br/><br/>"He didn't steal anything from you, Petra. I'm not an animal that can be bought, sold, or owned. I chose him."<br/><br/>"Did you? Because if I recall correctly, I was the one who broke up with you! How long were you going to just fuck him behind my back, huh? Were you ever going to tell me what you were doing?"<br/><br/>Ansel sighed and turned to his lover, looking down at the stunning young man. "I'm sorry, baby. She came here of her own accord. I wanted tonight to be perfect."<br/><br/>"Baby?! Are you two a fucking couple?" She was stomping over to them now, getting close to Ansel's face, but glaring at Lucio.<br/><br/>"You must be proud of yourself, hm?" Petra spat at him, a look of utter loathing on her beautiful dark features. "I bet you think you're real special, fucking your professor? Tell me, how many times did you fuck my man behind my back? How long were you whoring yourself out to<i>my </i>boyfriend?"