Page 240 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Andrew’s eyes haven’t left her either—gaze dragging heavy as she rolls onto her back,

as her heels face the ceiling,

as they both slap the floor,

his fingers tracing his lip

as if he can taste her in his mouth.

He cocks his head with a flick of his two fingers. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

As if I’m not here anymore.

In my peripheral,

Sasha turns between Honor’s thighs,

and she spreads her ass over his lap.

Her blonde hair fans across his chest

as she lays back.

Honor bites his lip, eyes hooded as he gazes down at her tits, fingers digging into the cushions.

The electric guitar grinds across the penthouse, sleek, sultry, catwalk-slow.

Sasha looks over her shoulder at him⁠—

And Honor takes her mouth,

kissing her deep, dirty.

You pathetic weakass.

“Shit…” he groans when her mouth breaks away.

Ben’s eyes fly to me to assess the damage it’s done.

There’s none.

None at all.

I’m stone, feeling myself go colder by the millisecond.

Ben persuaded, as he always does.

Honor popped, as expected.

And instead of Andrew not playing, he’s flashing a lazy, cocky grin at Gia as she approaches him.

Nausea's crawling into my stomach.

My heart's lashing out loud in my ears.

I can’t fake my face any longer.

I’m gripping my pen in my fist