The woman stops at 212. She knocks on the door. And I’m nervous thinking that they’re going to be quiet, or that Sarah is going to answer the door leaving Lincoln hidden in her room or something.
But the gods must answer my prayers, because there is nothing.
The woman opens the door with the master key.
“Hello?” the woman calls out.
Then she looks at me and gestures with her hand, palm up, for me to go check.
“Oh my God. What if she’s dead?” I say with a trembling voice.
The woman just shrugs but doesn’t offer to go inside, probably not wanting to come up on a dead body herself.
“Sarah?” I call out.
There’s no reply. I look around this apartment that looks very spiffed up. Sarah is definitely an interior designer.
I go to the dark hallway where there’s a door closed and a light on. Even though it’s bright and daytime, I can tell there’s a light on in there, some music playing, muffled.
The door is unlocked. My whole body shakes, and I slowly open the door inward to the room.
My heart beats out of my chest and my eyes swell open in shock.
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Chapter 20
This can’t be real life. There was a small part of me that was holding out hope. A very small part that was holding out hope that this wasn’t the case.
Lying naked on the covers, smoking what looks to be marijuana, is Sarah. Her perfect pale-skinned body on full display, skin immaculate with the exception of a little spot on her left knee.
Perfect figure, proportions, legs splayed open, very pink and hairless pussy just out there while masculine fingers rest on it lazily. Sarah sees me first. She starts poking the man to her left, who’s lying on his back, his right hand lazily resting in between Sarah’s legs. The man is beautiful.
Tall, dark brown hair, chiseled abs, half-hard cock resting on his right thigh as he takes a drag of his own blunt.
Opening his eyes, he springs up so fast that it’s almost as though he’s teleported into that position, covering himself.
I don’t know why the fuck he’s covering himself, because I’ve seen his dick before.
Sarah looks annoyed as she rolls off the bed and stands naked in the corner, starting to put her clothes on nonchalantly as if this doesn’t bother her in the least.
Lincoln just sits up on the bed, his mouth open like a fucking dying fish as he stares at me in shock, his face super red.
I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of crying, but my heart is disintegrating within me.
Lincoln drops his head down to his chest, not knowing what to say, not wanting to look at me.
I turn and leave.
“Thank you. She’s just fine. She was getting railed by her boyfriend. Asshole. I appreciate it. She’s fine,” I say to the woman, who nods and closes the apartment door.
When I leave the apartment building, it takes about three minutes before I hear my name being called.
“Gabby! Gabrielle!” he calls out.
I swear to God if this fucking asshole touches me…
But he does.
