Through the glass walls of Caleb’s office, I saw everything.
His shirt messed up and half unbuttoned. His tie undone, hanging loosely around his neck. His pants around his ankles while his business partner, Lucinda, bobbed over his dick.
Her shirt lay on the floor, her breasts pulled out of her lacy black bra and hanging while she sucked my fiancé’s cock. Her moans around his erection, thrust deep into her mouth, and her rucked up skirt that showed off her panties, sent a wave of nausea through my system.
Caleb’s gaze met mine.
He did a double take, jerking slightly when he realized someone was watching.
But then recognition dawned in his cold, blue eyes.
His hand slipped into Lucinda’s hair, twisting a fistful of it around his fingers and controlling her head, pushing her deeper down over his cock while he thrust up into her mouth.
Her moans of pleasure only increased, encouraging him.
She had no idea anyone was watching.
He did. And he didn’t care.
He fucked her mouth, staring at me, a vicious expression on his angry face.
Another punishment for something I hadn’t even done.
His dick shone with his arousal and her saliva. Every upward movement of her mouth showed his thick erection, hard for her and not for me. He slammed his hips up and down, taking her roughly, until he grew tired of that and pushed her off, spinning her around so she faced the glass wall.
So she faced me.
Her eyes went wide. “Caleb! Bethany-Melissa is—”
Caleb was already behind her, yanking her panties aside and driving inside her.
Lucinda let out a yelp that was something between surprise and intense pleasure, her dark nipples pressed flat against the glass while he fucked her.
Revulsion swirled inside me, and I finally found control of my legs. I spun on my heel and ran for the exit, Lucinda’s porn star moans and Caleb’s animalistic grunts following me the entire way.
I wouldn’t cry. Not again. My eyes were dry when I slammed my finger against the elevator button, and they were still dry as I got back in my car, turned it around, and drove back home.
There was nothing left to cry over. He’d made it clear what our relationship was, and I hadn’t listened. It was transactional. A farce. I’d be his trophy wife, the thing he showed off at the country club but never actually cared for. I’d have his surname and his money, but not his heart or his fidelity. If I married him, I’d be the hole he stuck his dick in at night in return for never having to work and the glamour being his wife would bring.
Once again, I was reminded that I would always be my mother’s daughter.
I swapped sex for money and security. I just did it in more expensive clothes.
12
BLISS
I almost didn’t hear the knock on the door of my living suite over the roar of pathetic despair that had cloaked me ever since I’d gotten home from the city. But then a little blond head poked through the doorway, and I knew I hadn’t been imaging it.
“Bethany-Melissa? May I come in, please?”
I adored my sister and her sweet manners. “Of course you can.”
“Mommy told me to come get you. There’s someone at the door for you.”
The smile fell straight off my face. “Who, Verity?”
The girl shrugged. “I don’t know. Mommy just said to get you quick.”
Nobody visited me at home, apart from Caleb and Sandra. Nichelle knew Sandra well and would have just sent her up to my rooms.
Caleb was probably still cleaning Lucinda’s vagina off his dick.
With my heart hammering behind my chest, I nodded. “Okay, good job. I’ll go check. But hey, want to play a game?”
Verity’s smile turned into a grin. “Yep!”
“Good. Hide-and-go-seek. First, find your brother and get him to play too. Then go hide. I’m going to see who’s at the door, and then I’m coming to find you, okay?”
When Verity nodded, I dropped a kiss on her head. “Okay, go!”
She scuttled off to find Everett, while I grabbed my phone, dialed 911, and then shoved it deep in the pocket of the oversized cardigan I’d thrown on after I’d gotten home from walking in on Caleb’s after-work sex date. My finger hovered over the call button, ready to press it at any minute if it was my masked friend. Or worse, some new debt collector Axel owed.
I took the stairs down to the grand entrance two at a time. The banister was dusty, since the cleaning staff had been let go, but that was the last thing on my mind. Nichelle stood in the open doorway, blocking someone outside from getting in.