Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I exhale heavily, swipe the key card on the hotel door, and listen as it clicks on its release. The light in the apartment is muted when I step into it, with only the lamps lighting up the space, but I know where to find her.

I walk into the bedroom to see Sheridan naked on her hands and knees on top of the bed. Her long dark hair cascades down her back, and a white satin ribbon is tied around her neck, like she’s a present.

My present.

On the side table sits an array of dildos and lubricant.

My cock instantly hardens.

“Hello, darling,” she purrs before she slides a butt plug into her mouth and sucks it. “I was just about to start without you.”

I smile as I take my jacket off and hang it in the walk-in robe. “You know, you really should play hard to get, Sheridan.”

She moans, and I step back into the room to see her on her knees, bending over as she slides the butt plug deep into her ass. Her eyes close with pleasure, and I unzip my pants with a brand new urgency.

“On your back, legs open,” I growl.

* * *

It’s 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning, and I’m lying in my bed watching the morning news. Although I’m not paying much attention. I can hear it, but it’s nothing more than background noise.

It’s as if everything around me is on mute. This whole week has been on mute.

I feel like shit.

I fucked Sheridan, and the only way I could make myself come was by imagining she was Charlotte.

I’ve done it for three nights in a row.

The sex is hot—super fucking hot—but only because, in my mind, I’m fucking my angel. My Charlotte.

Not Sheridan.

And now the sick taste of betrayal rests constantly in my mouth.

I feel like I cheated on Charlotte, even though we are nothing to each other.

I hate that we’re nothing.

I hate that I used Sheridan’s body to ejaculate when I was thinking about another woman.

I’ve never done that before to any woman. I’m always completely focused on whomever I’m with. Thankfully Sheridan has gone out of town now.

Regret runs deep in my blood.

What kind of man am I? Imagine if she knew.

I pick up my phone and check it.

No missed calls.

4

Charlotte

Beth curls her nose. “What do you mean?”

I exhale and sink deeper in my seat. We’re sitting on the living room floor after eating our weight in Indian takeout. “Just what I said. He turned up at my work and was being ridiculously gorgeous, so we went out for dinner.” I shrug. “Things went well, and then we came back here. One thing led to another, we started making out, things got hot and… oh, it was so good. Then the very next minute I ruined it by blurting out that I was a virgin.”