If I were him, I’d feel ashamed. I’d feel bad.
But that wasn’t Callan. He had never shown any kind of remorse, and I doubted he ever would.
He looked down and pushed his hand into Karlee’s hair. I could only see the top of her head moving back and forth,but it was enough for my mind to fill in the rest. The sight was ridiculous and uncomfortable all at once, yet I couldn’t look away. Who needed to watch porn when you had it happening right in front of you?Lucky me.
His hips moved faster, thrusting with more force, but his expression didn’t match the motion. He looked…annoyed. Was Karlee not doing it right? Or had he already gone through too many blowjobs since yesterday, leaving him frustrated and unsatisfied? I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t want to know, but the way he shifted and tensed made it obvious that nothing was hitting the right mark.
Then he looked at me again. His face softened slightly, almost as if he was waiting for a reaction, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
No.
Oh God, no.
Was he using me to help himself get off?
I shook my head, trying to block the thought, but it lingered because it was impossible to ignore. That would be…wrong. Very, very wrong. My stomach churned at the idea, and I forced myself to focus on the cereal in front of me again. I gripped the spoon tighter and tried to convince myself to stay put and just eat.
But as hard as I tried, it didn’t work.
My thoughts kept circling back to the idea that Callan needed to look at me to get off, and in the most twisted way, I felt a small, guilty sense of pride building inside me. I wouldn’t deny that I wasn’t attractive. I had that innocent, girl-next-door look that made some guys flirt without thinking, but I wasn’t Callan’s type.
Karlee was his type. Mymotherwas his type.
Not me.
I was too ordinary. I didn’t have sex, I didn’t chase orgasms, and I didn’t shape my life around giving or receiving pleasure. I was focused on my own path and goals, which made me invisible in ways that left me feeling both safe and powerless at the same time.
I swallowed hard and looked up again. My eyes met his without hesitation. He didn’t look away. The intensity of it made my stomach tighten even more, but I refused to flinch or look down. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable, not this time.
But my plan backfired. The longer I stared at him, the louder his moans became, and after a few more bobs of Karlee’s head, he reached his climax. “Goddamn,” he growled, his voice low and rough, and he gripped Karlee’s hair with both hands while his eyes stayed fixed on me. “That’s it, baby. Fucking beautiful.”
My heart betrayed me by racing. My whole body went hot. My face flushed so hard I didn’t need a mirror to know it was bright red. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck and into my cheeks, and I hated it.
I tried to slow my breathing. I told myself to look calm, to act as if none of it affected me, but my hand tightened around the spoon until my knuckles went pale. Anger came first, then embarrassment slid in under it. Part of me wanted to stand up and walk out. Part of me wanted to stay and prove I could ignore him. So I stayed and forced a neutral expression onto my face, focusing on the cereal bowl in front of me as if it were the only thing that mattered. My pulse still hammered in my throat, and my skin still burned.
This is the worst.
How is this even happening?
To be fair, it was still my choice to sit here and let it all happen in front of me, but how could I be the one to blame when Callan was literally getting his dick sucked in the kitchen?
“Mmm, your cum always tastes so good,” Karlee said in that high-pitched, fake, and almost childish tone.
Goosebumps spread across my skin. Now, it wasn’t my stubbornness that was preventing me from walking away. It was the shock and disgust that froze me in place. At the same time, that small, guilty spark flickered inside me. An ugly little rush that came from knowing he had needed to look at me to finish.
“Oh, you’re here.”
My eyes snapped to Karlee as she pushed herself up from her knees and wiped her lips with her thumb, looking bored like my presence wasn’t appreciated. I said nothing. I managed to continue eating while they stood there naked.
“Anyway, that was fun. I can come by later. We still have that one scene to film.” Karlee said, sounding casual. Callan didn’t look impressed.
“No, not today.”
“But you said—”
“Doesn’t matter what I said, Karlee. We’ll continue filming on Monday.” His voice was flat.
“Why?” she pushed.
