you’re catching the show,” John said dryly after he answered.
“Turn off your feed. I’ll call you when it’s over.”
“Allen, I—”
“Turn it off, John,” I whispered lowly. “I’ll call you when it’s over.”
He sighed but I heard the sound of the tablet powering down over the telephone.
“It’s off.”
“Good.”
I ended the call and returned my full attention to the screen. Much to my irritation, even Chris’s presence wasn’t enough to keep my cock from twitching with interest as he removed Amber’s shirt and began gently nibbling on her perfect pink nipples.
The sound of her moan coming through the headphones was my breaking point. My dick reacted immediately, straining in my jeans and demanding attention. I could feel my breaths becoming shallow as she laid back on the bed and he reached to tug the shorts down her hips.
I can’t watch this. I can’t sit here and watch this prick fuck the woman I love.
Yet, I also couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the screen. I was too entranced by her naked body and her breathless moans to look away.
It was a blur of activity as Chris undressed himself and I nearly flipped my shit when I saw him try to go inside her without a rubber. But she stopped him before he could get there, sitting up and trying to modestly cover herself with the bed sheet.
“We talked about this, Chris.”
“Come on, babe. I know you’re on the pill.”
“That’s not the point,”she huffed.
I watched with a proud smile as she got out of bed and began to redress herself. Like I told John multiple times before, the girl wasn’t stupid. Did she make questionable decisions? Sure. But who didn’t from time to time?
From my own memories of Amber, when it really mattered, she always made the right choice.
Or at least usually .
“This isn’t about me at all, is it? Are you seeing someone else?”
Amber turned to look at Chris with disbelief.
“ What ? Who on earth would I be seeing in New York?”
Chris stood up and turned wild eyes to her as he jerked his jeans back up and hastily refastened the button.
“It’s that motherfucker from SoHo, isn’t it?”
I felt the ice-cold chill of betrayal creep up my spine. I held my breath while I waited to hear her response to the accusation.
“Who? John ? I don’t even know him!”
“Oh, so a total stranger that you spoke to enough to get his name just up and offered you his coat out of nowhere? And I’m supposed to buy that?”
“There’s nothing to buy ! It’s the truth!”
I didn’t know where to direct my rage. All I knew was that it was quickly becoming overpowering and I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to make it through another face-to-face meeting with John without punching him square in the jaw.
After Amber stormed out of the room and curled up on the couch, I took a few minutes to calm myself down the best that I could before I called John.
“Wow, is it over already?” he asked with a chuckle. “What a loser.”
“Yes, it’s over,” I said, my tone clipped. “Keep an eye on her, I’m going to bed. Come see me in the morning.”
“But I’m supposed to be watching—”
“Derek will fill in for you again,” I said between clenched teeth. “You and I need to have a chat.”
I could almost hear his gulp from the other end of the line before I ended the call and tossed the phone down. I took one more glance at Amber’s curled up form before calling it a night and closing the laptop.
It’d been a long fucking day and I had a bad feeling I was in for an even longer one tomorrow.
Chapter Four
John
“ S o what happened last night ?” I asked curiously as I stepped into Allen’s office the next morning after Derek took over stakeout for me. “When I turned the tablet back on, Amber was on the couch. Did Mr. Wonderful not satisfy her needs?”
I chuckled, but the smile faded when I looked at Allen. His face was stony, not even a flicker of humor after my joke.
“They
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