Page 12 of The Final Straw

“She was my best friend. We’ve known each other since high school. Remember the person I mentioned? She's the one. The one who fucked my boyfriend while I was out of town. The reason I met you two. I was out last night getting over him and now I went and fucked not only her dad, but his husband as well.” I’m rambling, but this is so ironic. I can’t believe this is my life.

Kipp and Grady stand slack jawed, their intense gaze locked on me. It’s clear that neither of them has anything to say. Their silence speaks volumes and confirms my previous thoughts.

Not only am I wrapping my mind around the fact that I unknowingly served revenge on Barbi, but I think they are, too.

She fucked my boyfriend, so I fucked her dads. Not that I did it intentionally. It was some fucked up cosmic karma.

That thought has laughter bubbling up and despite my best efforts to contain it, the sound escapes my lips, echoing in the entryway.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Why are you laughing?” Kipp takes a step closer to me, causing me to instinctively move backward.

“Well, I told myself I was going to punch her in the mouth next time I saw her. No offense. But this… this… is better. And it wasn’t even intentional. Also, you're not stuck-up dicks like she always said.”

“Thanks,” Kipp chuckles lightly. “Maybe we should cancel the car so we can talk more.”

“No, I need to go home and process this, and you two need to do the same,” I tell them. Before they can reply, there's a knock on the door, alerting us that the driver is done waiting.

"Thank you," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, a smile spreading across my face. My hand is about to grasp the large door handle when Grady's voice suddenly stops me.

“Wait!”

As I observe him, my brow arches.

“Can we at least have your phone number?”

"Of course." My stomach fills with a swarm of butterflies and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip, feeling the anticipation as I reach out for his phone. I swiftly enter "Ollie" and my number before handing it back to him.

I spin around and leave the house, heading across the driveway to the town car, my footsteps echoing against the pavement. The whole time I can feel their eyes burning holes through my backside. The driver nods at me as he opens the door, and I take one final look at them before settling inside. The door slams shut behind me, echoed by another one, and the car starts moving, pulling away from the two men who just gave me an unforgettable night.

I sit in the backseat, my eyes closed. The ride home is peaceful and I can't help but reflect on the events of last night and this morning, right up until everything changed.

When the car comes to a stop outside my place, I wait patiently as the driver gets out and opens my door. I grab my phone and step out, grateful for the gesture. “Thank you.”

"Anytime, miss," he says with a smile as he climbs back behind the wheel and drives away.

I stumble inside, exhausted, and collapse onto my couch. I reach for my phone and dial Bre's number.

“Hello? Is this my slutty friend who went home with not one, but two silver foxes last night?”

I roll my eyes at her craziness. “Yeah, it’s me and you’ll never guess what I found out this morning.” I don’t let her answer. “They were walking me out to their car after they fed me breakfast, and do you know what I see on the wall? Family pictures.”

“Shut up! They’re married? You home wrecker!” she giggles.

“They’re married to each other, so yeah, kinda, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Barbi was on the wall. They’re Barbi’s dads!”

Loud witch-like, pee-your-pants cackling is all I hear on the other end of the line. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Swear on my camera,” I sigh.

“Shut the hell up. This is amazing. Are you gonna see them again?”

“I don’t know… maybe. I’m strangely not weirded out that I slept with them. It was hot and oh-em-gee, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life as I was watching them together.”

“This is pure fucking gold. You definitely should see them again if you’re all three on the same page, with Cuntzilla not being an issue,” Bre tells me and I smirk at her new nickname for Barbi.

I hang up the phone, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I head to the bathroom. The warm water from the shower will cleanse away the night and prepare me for a nap. Even though we managed to get some sleep, I'm exhausted. We stayed awake until the wee hours of the morning, so a nap is definitely in order.

Entering the bathroom, I waste no time turning on the water and shedding my clothes. I step into the tub, relishing the feel of the soothing water as it beats against my body. It cascades over me, washing away the remnants of a night filled with sweat, alcohol, and cum. Since I wore a good amount of makeup last night, I thoroughly scrub my face with my face wash.

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