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I circled around and found a space in the overflow parking lot. Pulling down my visor mirror, I checked my makeup. I touched up some smudged mascara in the corners of my eyes and fussed with my hair before deciding I looked as good as I could.
If I couldn’t show up looking like I had been crying after we had been together a year, then what good was having a boyfriend?
I thought about texting Bryce to let him know I was there, but what was the fun in that? He should be getting in the shower soon. I could slip in and surprise him with morning sex.
With our busy schedules, we hadn’t had any delicious romps in the sheets before noon. I was growing wetter with each step as I imagined his face. The day was turning around already.
As quietly as I could, I unlocked the door and slipped inside. The apartment was dark and quiet. Even better if Bryce was sleeping. He’d already given me full consent to wake him up however I wanted to if I found him sleeping. I was aching at the thought of waking him up with slow, sleepy kisses.
I tiptoed through the kitchen, setting my purse on the table, and hesitated when I heard a noise. A floorboard creaked down the hall and I wondered if this was a bad plan. I hadn’t surprised Bryce before. What if he was a swing-first-ask-questions-later type of guy when he thought there was an intruder?
I called out his name, but didn’t hear any response. Just more floorboard creaks. Continuing down the small hallway, I imagined him getting out of bed, stretching, and looking so damn sexy.
As I turned the corner, I could hear voices. Straining, I realized someone was moaning. Great. He was watching porn and was probably about to blow his load. So much for morning sex.
Outside his bedroom door, the moaning grew louder, and I rolled my eyes. He was always telling me to be quieter. Of course, when it was a perfect woman on a screen, he wanted noise.
“Surprise!” I sang as I threw his door open.
Chapter Two
Emily
“Emily?”
I laughed at the strangled surprise in Bryce’s voice. This wasn’t the first time I had walked in on him jerking off—it was awkward, but I couldn’t fault him for taking care of business before work.
“Yep, no need to—” I choked on the rest of my sentence as my eyes adjusted to the dim room.
The TV was off. His phone was on the dresser to my right. The noises weren’t coming from a screen.
The blood drained from my body as I stared at the bed. I sagged against the doorframe. Bryce hopped up and stretched his arm out as if he thought I needed his help.
The woman in bed with him moaned. “It’s cold.”
She tugged the blanket from Bryce, exposing his naked body that mere minutes ago I had imagined riding. Now, it just looked disgusting and too shiny. His dick was all wrong, and the glossy sheen of it—from this woman on the bed—made my stomach roll.
“Em, I can explain.”
“It’s Emily.” I put my hand to my mouth and shook my head.
“Want to join us?” the woman from the bed purred.
Tears stung behind my eyelids and my nostrils flared as I choked out, “I told you—last time you mentioned a threesome—I told you I was open to trying something new.”
He jerked his head toward the bed. “Here’s your chance.”
I shook my head; the tears rolling down my face. “Not like this.”
“Em—”
“Not like this,” I repeated.
“You’re always such a prude. That’s why no one wants to date you.”
I barely heard Bryce calling my name over the rush of blood thundering in my ears as I dashed out of his apartment.
For the second time in less than an hour, I cried behind my steering wheel, blocking out nosy neighbors that peered shamelessly through the window.
