“Shit.”
I glance down at my shirt seeing the smeared chocolate. It’s also all over my fingers.
Yeah.. I definitely need to shower before bed. Otherwise, tomorrow at work people are going to think I’ve been digging around in my own ass with how my hands look.
I push myself off of the couch, stretching slightly as I head toward the bathroom, already dreading tomorrow.
Another long, annoying, mind-numbing day of pretending I care about numbers and emails and people I don’t even like. Just another normal day at work.
I already know it’s going to be a pain in the ass.
Just like every other day at that godforsaken job.
As I head toward the bathroom, alreadythinking about how the hot water will feel on my sore muscles, my phone vibrates in my hand. I glance down at it while I’m still moving, thumb dragging across the screen to unlock it.
Unknown Number.
He’s working *hard*, you must be proud.
My brows scrunch together. I’m already annoyed because I know it’s my sibling pulling another prank on me, but curiosity gets the better of me and I open it anyway.
And now I wish I hadn’t.
My steps slow, then completely stop. My mouth drops open as I watch the video.
My brain can’t comprehend what I’m seeing.
Garrett is bent over a locker room bench and very exposed.
Another man is posted behind him, gripping his hips, fucking him like it’s nothing.
Like it’s a normal routine.
My stomach drops so fast it feels like I just went down the main slope of the VelociCoaster at Universal Studios.
They’re in the locker room at his job.
They arefuckingat his job.
My fingers tighten around my phone, knuckles flashing white as heat crawls up my neck, my chest, choking me out from the inside.
I sit there watching it play out like some sick fucking show meant just for me.
Garrett lifts his head, eyes locking on the mirror in front of him.
Watching himself. Watchingthemcollide together.
He bends me over the same way. Right in front of my vanity mirror.
My jaw locks so tight it aches, like I’m trying to grind the feeling out of me. But it doesn’t hold. Slowly, it loosens, and then tears start trickling down my face.
My grip on my phone tightens as it hits me.
Who the fuck sent this?
Why did you send this to me?? Who are you?!
Unknown Number
