Back on land, baby girl
Be home in a bit
Can’t wait to see you
As I waited for my driver, I casually flicked open Find My Friends to see where Birdie was.
But her location was just listed asunavailable.
Maybe she was out hiking with friends.I hoped she was being safe.
But I didn’t like that look she had given the camera. Those sultry looks were supposed to be formysole enjoyment, and I would have to tell her so. After all, men were dogs, and Birdie was so innocent and wholesome.
I stopped by the fine jeweler’s and dropped about $200,000 on a few different necklaces, some earrings, and multiple vintage rings.
Birdie loved rings. My fingers tightened on her engagement ring that was waiting securely in my pocket.
I felt a little uneasy that Birdie still hadn’t contacted me at all, so to be on the safe side I stopped by the florists and got a massive bouquet of pink roses, her absolute favorites, and arranged for them to deliver twelve dozen more massive bouquets to the house later.
All looked quiet as I pulled up, and my keycard worked to open the high iron gates. It didn’t look like my little hellspawn had done anything to the grounds at least.
Birdie and I shared a massive, Tuscan-style villa, warm with rustic elegance. It was the height of comfort, complete with groves of cypress and olive trees, massive swimming pool, private tennis court, and a fully-equipped home recording studio.
But no one answered the front door.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come home and Birdie hadn’t come flying through the door to leap into my arms.
Now of course I was going to have to do a certain amount of apologizing, and I’d be in the doghouse for a while, but Birdie would come round.
But I wasveryanxious to see her and get any misunderstandings cleared up.
The living room and kitchen looked warm and I could smell a hint of Birdie’s scent, that sweet coconut oil lotion she always used.
At least I knew she was still here, hadn’t left in a huff to a hotel.
But I frowned to see a couple cans of beer on the counter, next to one of Birdie’s charcuterie boards.
Now my fiancée didn’t like beer, so who the hell did she have over here?
“Birdie!” I called out. “Where are you, baby girl? Whose beer is this?”
But there was no answer, just a tiny little splash from the backyard.
Ah, she must be in the pool.
Holding the bouquet of apology pink roses in front of me, I walked around to the pool in the back.
And for a moment it didn’t register what the two writhing bodies were doing on my deck chairs.
And my stomach plummeted sickeningly to the ground.
Chapter five
Forrest
“What thehell?” I snarled, because Birdie was sitting on the lap ofthe star of my own damn show, her tits bursting out of her top, tiny bikini bottoms pushed to the side, because she had one leg up, her pussy glistening, dripping down onto her thighs.
Under my horrified eyes she raised her ass up, Pierre-Phillipe’s face begging her for more, then she slowly dropped her cheeks down with a moan, letting her juicy ass gobble up his dick.
