Page 29 of Monster. Me.

That's an interesting coincidence.

I look around the room. The space doubles as both a karaoke venue and a small nightclub. There are side rooms connected to it, including storage areas, equipment rooms, and a small bar kitchen.

Suddenly, Rupert gets up and heads toward one of the side doors.

What is he doing? It's none of our business.

Then again, the evening has been mostly boring, and I decide I might as well follow; curiosity gets the better of me.

Rupert moves quietly along the wall and slips through a black door labeled STAFF ONLY near the corner of the room.

I trail after him.

Beyond it is a narrow, dimly lit hallway with several doors branching off. The last door appears slightly ajar, and that's where Rupert is headed.

He notices me and gives me a strange grin before leaning toward the gap.

I step closer too, and immediately know what's going on. The sounds coming from inside leave very little room for doubt.

It's a narrow storage area, probably used for cleaning supplies and miscellaneous equipment. Something is definitely happening in the far corner.

Under normal circumstances, Juan probably would've heard us. An alpha's hearing is better than a beta's.

Right now, though, he's busy fucking Caspian.

Rupert and I both end up peering through the narrow crack in the door, trying to make out the details.

Caspian is letting out soft moans. His shirt has been pushed up high, his hands braced against a worktable. Juan has one hand on his chest, teasing and pinching at his nipples while driving into him from behind. Caspian's round, soft ass is pushed back shamelessly, and Juan's thick cock keeps sliding between his pale cheeks with steady, powerful thrusts. Every movement earns another breathless sound from both of them.

Caspian's small, hard cock is standing up as well, bobbing with every thrust, leaking precum, which is about as clear a sign as possible that he's thoroughly enjoying himself.

But I've already seen enough.

I gesture toward Rupert that I'm heading back. It's none of my business, and honestly, it's not Rupert's either. Juan and Caspian have known each other for months. Whatever arrangement they have is between them.

So I return to the main room.

To my surprise, Rupert doesn't follow.

I sit back down at our table and spend the next several minutes trying to process the whole thing. Great. Three months together, and apparently Juan is already looking elsewhere. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence in the couples matched by the program.

Meanwhile, Timmy continues performing on stage, completely unaware.

After another minute passes, curiosity gets the better of me again.

I get up and quietly head back toward the hallway. This time I don't go all the way in. I just peek around the corner and immediately freeze.

Rupert is still standing there, still watching through the crack in the door.

But that’s not all he’s doing.

He's masturbating.

Wow.

Out of all the possibilities I'd considered, that one never crossed my mind.

Maybe that's because I don't really have a voyeuristic streak myself.