So damn wrong.
I can’t even get Ron Astor the Second to wake up for her.
I-I’ll be good.
Her voice barges into my mind like a fucking train wreck.
“Say I’ll be good,” I tell Claire.
“I’ll be good.” She runs her tongue over her upper lip and fingers my tie. “Aren’t you like sooo overdressed, though?”
“That’s not the tone.” I smile. “Say it right.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
It hits me then like doom with all the damning sounds. It’s not her voice that I want to hear or her face that I want to see.
In all the years I’ve been fucking my way through the female population, I always had that sense of dissatisfaction. I brought them to orgasm and had mine in return, but there was always something missing.
I ignored it for years, pretending it was wrong.
But that night, when Teal rubbed all over my stomach, I realised what I’ve been missing.
It’s the depravity of the act.
I have never in my life been as hard as I was while her body was wrapped all over me.
And I mean fucking never.
Since he witnessed that scene, Ron Astor the Second has become picky and refuses to get hard for anyone.
It’s not Claire’s fault; it’s his.
I’m about to push her away when the door opens. Light comes through the slight crack before those slender fishnet-stocking-covered legs come into view.
Teal is breathing heavily as she glues her back to the door, closing it behind her, and clutches her chest, seeming oblivious to her surroundings.
She bends over, her harsh breathing filling the dim space, but I can make out her dishevelled state, the parting of her lips even as her hair falls on either side of her face.
Is she having some sort of an attack?
Now that I think about it, she’s always had these moments where she disappears to the middle of nowhere and no one can find her.
“Um, excuse us?” Claire places a hand on her hips, turning slightly to face her. “This spot is occupied.”
Teal’s body jerks, her head snapping up. The blackness of her eyes appears even more desolate with the lack of light.
The moment she sees me, her expression softens, but it only lasts for a second. The rest of the scene in front of her becomes clear — Claire half-naked, my hands on her chest — and just like that, Teal’s features turn into a blank façade.
Unfeeling.
Empty.
She wants me to think none of this affects her? Fuck that.
“I didn’t know anyone was in here.” She starts to turn around.
“You can stay and watch.” I smile. “Right, Claire?”