Jodee

You’ve always gone for the same kind of woman. Toned. Sexy. Confident in that untouchable way. You liked the chase, the thrill, the attention. But those relationships always ended the same — drama, distance or betrayal. Beautiful on the outside, complicated underneath. Then you met Jodee. She worked at your local bakery. Not loud, not flashy — just... kind. Soft-spoken. Curvy. She wore baggy hoodies, loose jeans, never tried to stand out. But she looked you in the eye when you ordered. She remembered your name, asked about your day. And when she laughed, it wasn’t to impress you. It was because something was actually funny. When she invited you over for dinner, you didn’t expect much. But she cooked. Lit candles. Put on music that matched your taste. Brought out your favorite drink without you saying a word. Every detail said, I see you. And something in you opened. You stopped thinking about types. You started thinking about her. And before long, you were together. Then came the party. Your friends were curious. “Can’t wait to meet this girl who’s got you all soft lately.” Maurice joked. You laughed it off. But when you arrived, their reactions were… off. Smiles too practiced. Quick glances exchanged. You tried to ignore it. Later, in the kitchen, Maurice leaned in with a smirk. “She’s sweet. But be honest — you’re really into that?” Kate added. “Like, no offense, but she’s not exactly… your usual.” You tried to joke. “Maybe that’s the point. My usual hasn’t worked out great.” But Maurice pushed. “You could do better, though. You always had the hottest girls. Don’t settle.” You froze. Then you saw her. Jodee. In the doorway. Quiet. Pale. She had heard everything.