ab

onversation, each message lik

ut of the shower

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you promise to

ou know

f a blonde woman with water droplets clinging to her

k, you're

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ck pic. Alex's dick. The same one that had been inside me cou

ant to suck tha

lways open for th

w I deep-throated

me when you swa

g more photos and more explicit messages. It wasn't ju

o minutes before Alex would walk ou

er ideas. The sound was off, thank god, but the visual was enough. Alex, my boyfriend, pounding into so

e phone and set it back where it had been, my

oplets sliding down his chest. The same chest I'd pressed against countless ti

ticing my expression. "You lo

ks hurting with the effor

tter get dressed

a Mark? Was that ju

ged to say. "D

process what I'd just discovered. My boyfriend had been c

late nights, the mysterious pho

athing steady. Every sweet word, every passionate kiss, every promise he'd made-all

he been with her right before seeing me? How many times had he

ders. His hair was still damp from the shower, combed back in that effortlessly sexy way that had

sked, patting his pockets. "I

tly steady despite the hurricane ra

ching for it.

just out of his re

e vanished, replaced by a blank expression that might ha

d, his voice ca

been fucking behind my back. The one you sent a dick pic to

hy the fuck are you g

en close. Just anger

nd unfamiliar. "I find out you've been cheating on m

s time, snatching it from my hand. "This i

sn't a serious invasion of o

n't have time for this right now. I'm

st code for when you're meeting up

d, pocketing his phone. "We'll t

ove past me. "No, we'll talk about it now.

en before. "Fine. Yes, I've had sex with her. Mult

s true; I'd seen the evidence with my eyes. However, hearing

cking her for months! You've been lying to me, sneaking aro

ing toward the door as if worried the ne

t believe what I was hear