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We met here in Stoney Creek after I arranged her wedding some years back. She’s the sweetest thing, and sometimes equally wild, and married to Tom who’s a local builder in the area. I’m also close friends with Autumn Davenport too; she’s besties with Beau Bassett, so I’m going to wait until I’m back from my trip before we have a girls get together and I can get things off my chest in more detail. It’s not that I think she would say anything to Beau, it’s just me getting my head around the whole situation first.
A text pings in just before I get out of the car.
It’s Carrie.
Good luck with lover boy tonight ??
I giggle like a schoolgirl, I’m excited about letting my hair down finally.
Me
I’ll give you all the sordid details, hopefully by morning
Carrie
Go get him tiger!
I can’t help but laugh. I’m anything but a go-getter when it comes to men. But Kirk has been patient.
I press my lips together and with a slow and steady breath, I get out of the car and walk up to Kirk’s swanky townhouse. He has a locked box for the spare key, and I know the code. He’s in surgery so I know he won’t be there.
I’ll let myself in and just make myself at home, I know he won’t mind because he wouldn’t have even told me about the locked box or the code for it along with his alarm system. I might even strip off a few layers, and wait for him to get home…
It’s not like I have anywhere to be. I’m looking forward to the look on his face when he gets here and sees my car in the driveway.
I roll my small suitcase up to the front door and grab the key out of the coded box. I let myself in, dropping my things in the hallway. I turn to the alarm panel on the wall but see it’s already disarmed. I guess Kirk forgot to put it on when he left for work.
It’s so modern inside and has every gadget known to man. He’s not overly showy with his wealth even though, clearly, he’s loaded. I’m glad that he’s done well for himself; it’s hard work and long hours being a doctor and on call all hours of the day or night.
I kick my shoes off in the hallway and make my way down to his impressive open plan living and dining area with his plush couch and massive projector screen TV.
I decide to take my things up to the bedroom first and then grab a drink and make myself comfy. I contemplate sending him a text, but from his earlier message it sounded like he might be home in a few hours anyway. I’ll watch a movie or something.
Grabbing my little case, I walk up the stairs. I’m halfway up when I hear a noise coming from above and freeze on the landing. A female is laughing and then I hear a deeper male voice.
Oh shit, is someone here? I can’t quite make out what they’re saying but I notice the increase in my heart rate instantly.
Maybe he left the TV on?
“Hello?” I call out as I edge further down to the end of the hallway, taking more tentative steps towards Kirk’s bedroom. “Kirk, is that you?”
I mean, who else would it be if it’s not the TV? As I get closer, I hear more vivid noises; grunting, panting and moaning. The voices get louder as I get closer to Kirk’s bedroom.
“Oh, baby, that’s so good. Mmm, just like that,” a woman’s voice echoes.
I’m right behind Kirk’s door now and frozen to the spot. I don’t even feel like I can move a muscle even if I wanted to.
“Kirk!” the woman screams.
Panic thunders in my chest as real time seems to move in slow motion. The door is slightly ajar so I edge it open with my foot, now facing the huge king bed that I was so looking forward to cozying up in tonight.
I’m met with the sight of Kirk’s ass in the air as he furiously pumps some girl from behind, grinding into her with each exulting breath. Their skin slaps together as they both pant and moan in union. I can see from this angle that he’s holding onto her very large breasts as they move.
They haven’t even heard me come in, nor have they seen me.
The blood drains from my face. I feel sick standing there, and utterly shocked to my core. It takes me a second or two to gather my voice, but when I finally do, I yell out, “KIRK!”
The grinding stops and Kirk quickly turns his head. “Holy fucking shit,” he curses, running his hand through his hair as he sees me standing there.
