It’s then a sound hits my ears. The deep moans of my boyfriend. And a second voice shouting his name.
Dropping the bag on the floor, I follow the noise.
I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t.
But what in the world is going on?
I take a deep, centering breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. Opening the door to his room, I’m greeted by his bare ass sticking up in the air. With a woman lying below him. Completely naked.
“What the fuck, Duncan?!” I shout.
“Shit.” He flies up off the bed, dick sticking out between his legs. “What are you doing here, Piper?”
“Oh my God!” I recognize the female voice.
It takes me a second to place until she pops up to pull the sheet over her breasts.
“Ava?” My roommate. And supposed friend. “What in the hell are you two doing?”
“Better question is what are you doing here?”
“Me? You gave me a key!” My voice is bordering on shrieking.
“Not to use whenever you wanted.” Duncan shifts a pillow over his steadily deflating cock.
“I thought you were going to be at the arena for a few more hours, and I wanted to surprise you.”
“Piper…”
“Look, Piper?—”
Ava and Duncan both talk over one another.
I hold up both my hands, not wanting to have this conversation with two naked people in a room that smells like sex and cheap cologne.
“Duncan, can I talk to you? In the living room?”
I leave the room. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wipe that image out of my head. Of Duncan’s bare ass sticking up in the air as he was fucking her.
My boyfriend and my roommate. How could I have been so stupid?
Stalking out, I’m a raging mess. When I talked to Duncan last night, he said he had practice today. Practice. How many times has he used that excuse and was instead fucking Ava? How many times had she blown off girls’ nights to be with him?
Duncan struts into the living room in a pair of boxers. Ones that I gave him for his birthday. What an asshole.
For someone who just got caught cheating, he doesn’t have an ounce of remorse on him. Not a single bit of regret. There’s scratches down his chest and marks on his pecs.
“What in the world is going on, Duncan?”
“Babe, look…” He moves closer to me, but that’s the last thing I want.
I wave my hands in front of him. “I mean, I know what was going on, but why?”
“Piper, babe.”
“Stop calling me babe!” I scream. Duncan and his stupid nicknames. “You were fucking Ava! My friend!”
Duncan leans against the table, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His overly waxed chest. God, what did I ever see in this guy?
