When did this start happening? Or had it always happened? Before Chris showed me his true colors, was I sharing him?
My stomach turned, and I thought I would throw up. I felt the bile rise in my throat as I continued to watch. Layla moaned in pleasure, not caring that I had caught them. Chris pulled on her bun, leaving her hair not so neat and I flashed back to when she greeted me at the door the second time I had come. Had they had sex just before I arrived? Was that why her smile faltered with me that day?This fucking asshole. Sick son of a bitch. Hypocritical mother fucker.
There were so many thoughts running through my head. So many disgusting names for him and they were all fitting. The anger in me rose until I finally snapped out of my state of shock, backing out of the room and slamming the door shut.
"Uh, yes! Harder!"Layla yelled through the closed door.
She had no shame, knowing fully well I had walked in and saw it all. Her yelling was loud, and I wondered if she was being louder than usual. Did she want me to catch them? Did she want me to see because she thinks I want Chris? Or did she show me because she wanted me to save her? Was he forcing her into it?
"Please, daddy. I need you deeper inside me."
That was a fat no. It sounded like she very much wanted this. I ran down the hallway ready to stab my ear drums to stop hearing her, wishing I could wipe the memory from my mind. I swallowed more of the bile that had risen, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning sensation in my throat.
I heard a knock at the door once I found myself back downstairs. The faint yells of pleasure—if you could call it that–could still be heard, but maybe this was my chance. If Dad or Daniel heard it and went to investigate, they would see those two fucking and break the contract off. That would be the best thing that could come from this. I raced to the door, opening it to find Daniel.Perfect.
"Good morning, Lisa. I'm surprised to see you greet me at the door and not Layla. Although, I rather like this better." He smiled as he entered the house. His shoulder grazed my own, even though there had been plenty of room for him to walk in without touching me.
"She went up to Chris' room a little while ago now. I'm not sure what she's doing. It's been a while, perhaps we should go check on her. I need to wake Chris up, anyway."
I was trying to get him to go upstairs with me as quickly as possible. From my two experiences I've had with Chris, he doesn't last long. I climbed up the stairs, but before I could make it to the second step, Daniel grabbed me by the wrist.
"Let's just wait for them down here. I'm sure Layla is waking him up already."Does he know about Layla and Chris?
"That should be my job as his future wife, not hers. I'll go let him know you're here. You're welcome to come with me."
I just need him to go upstairs with me and see what Chris was doing for himself. If he knew about it already, I could tell by his reaction. I could still hear some faint yelling, letting me know they weren't done.
Daniel let go of my wrist finally, following me closely behind as we went to Chris's room. He was so close that my ass would graze him at times. I walked faster, trying to put some distance between us, but he would match my pace. It didn't matter though, as I was determined to get him to Chris' room.
Please let this plan work.
I pushed the door open, smiling as Chris was still buried deep inside Layla. Using my best acting skills, I gasped as if this was the first I was seeing this. I placed my hand over my mouth, and looked as hurt as I could. Chris didn't stop, not even when he saw his father in the doorway.
"I'll be down when I'm done, Dad," Chris told him, thrusting into Layla harder.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My eyes quickly locked with Daniel's, looking at him utterly dumbfounded. He looked at me guiltily as he pulled me out of the room, closing the door behind us.
"Aren't you going to do anything? He's fucking the damn maid!" I yelled, utterly outraged.
"We all fuck our maids. That's what they're there for. Don't act so surprised, Lisa. If you didn't know this already, then your father did a very good job of hiding his affairs."
His words stung as I thought back to my childhood. I remembered our maid Tonya spending a long time in Dad's office when it was time to clean it. I just thought Dad kept his office very dirty, but God was I am idiot.
I couldn't hold it back anymore, running to the nearest bathroom, and emptying the juice I had just drunk in the kitchen. Daniel watched me from the doorway as I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. I thought you knew." When his eyes next met mine, they softened. "I am sure this hurts, but on the bright side, you know that you can fool around, too."
I shook my head, not able to believe what he was telling me. What if I had actually loved Chris? What if he was a good guy, and I had fallen for him? This would have broken me, and Daniel would have been okay with it. He thought it was okay because I could be unfaithful, too. What absolute crap was that?
"I'm not like that!" I shook my head, but I guess I was, seeing as I was technically engaged to Chris, but having sex with Davis.
"We're all like that. We all have a carnal need, one we need to satisfy. Humans aren't meant to be monogamous. I think you know that, Lisa," he said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as panic rose in me when I heard the lock click.
"Satisfying my carnal need. I'm going to help you forget the pain my son just caused you. Don't worry, my dear. I know exactly what I'm doing," he said, stalking his way towards me like I was some sort of prey.
"No, I don't want that. You're his father! What's the matter with the two of you?!"
