Page 37 of The Heir

My hand slaps over my mouth trapping my surprised gasp. Tears sting my eyes, and I feel King's hand on my shoulder, letting me know he's with me, and that I'm not alone. In this moment, he's the only thing keeping me calm, grounded. And with his touch I am able to let myself silently process what I am witnessing, what my entire psyche refused to acknowledge and believe was true.

They were seeing each other behind my back.

My eyes roam, watching them. A sick hot betrayal washes over me as the two move in sync, so perfect it's apparent to me they've been doing this for a while. She's got her legs wrapped around him, and he's holding her knees apart so he can thrust hard. The wet slapping of their bodies as he's fucking her with everything he's got seeps into my brain and begins a torturing echo.

A single tear falls down my cheek and at the sight, King's hand moves from my shoulder to wrap around my waist and pull me against him. I shiver, praying I don't black out.

"Izzy," King whispers in my ear. "You don't need to see this. Let's go, honey." His hand pulls at me but I plant my feet, staying firm.

"No, Ineedto see this," I whisper back, even going so far as to take one more step closer. My lips tremble. "Is he just fucking her, or does she…have something…that I don't? What's so special about her?" I ask quietly.

In my peripheral I see King's face move as he turns to look at me. "There's nothing special about her, Isobel. She doesn't have anything that you don't possess."

Anna lets out a high pitched moan and then flinches, turning her face to look at him with a look of complete submission."Chris,"she whines.

Christopher bends, cutting her off with a harsh kiss, not letting her wiggle away from him. "You're going to fucking take it. Take it, Anna." He growls into her ear, not letting up on his pace, instead becoming even more demanding with her body. He rips her dress down to bare her breasts in a harsh move that makes my jaw drop.

King turns his face away, but I keep watching.

He snatches her face back to his, and they stare hard into each other's eyes when finally she orgasms with a shaky moan, and he follows another couple pumps after.

In shock, my hands come up to cover my mouth and nose as she comes off her high as a sweet look comes over both their faces. They press their foreheads together, laughing quietly as they kiss.

I lower my hands, holding back a sob and sniffing as they continue to nuzzle each other.

It's everything I wanted from him that he wouldn't give me… because he was too busy giving it to her.

Pain fills me and I turn with a whimper, pushing past King and out the door and into the main hallway where King's two guards are there blocking me from the other attendees, affording me a bit of privacy. I place a shaky hand to my stomach and gasp for air. My heart pounds so hard I don't know how it's not visible through my chest. The blood rushes loudly in my ears, momentarily fading the noise of the venue surrounding me.

I feel more than see King come up behind me.

I turn, struggling to see him through the tears in my eyes."He never f-fucked me like that. Ever."My voice is thick with betrayal.

King steps in front of me, tucking my hair behind my ear. His blue eyes are shrouded with concern, and as he pulls back, his wrist grazes my cheek, and his scent quickly overtakes me. "Izzy, I am so s-"

"Thereyou are!We thought you'd run away!" Brittany's voice pierces my conscious but I can't even look up to acknowledge her. I'm too dejected, and the pain is morphing into something scary. Because this man just wasted two years of my life I won't ever be able to get back.

King's fingers fall away and I just blink, hurt, like my lifeline is gone.

"Isobel, oh my goodness what's the matter, hun?"Brittany asks.I hear her like she's talking through a tunnel because I can feel my common sense leaving me and it's terrifying.Her eyes narrow in concern as shesteps into me, putting her hand on my face and pressing lightly, forcing me to tear my eyes from King's as she turns me to face her.

As luck would have it Christopher and Anna come around the corner at just that exact moment sharing a secret look, and so immersed in each other they almost run into King who's got a murderous expression on his face as he turns to stand beside me, facing them. He folds his arms and spreads his legs, squaring off with Christopher who's suddenly aware that we're all grouped up right outside the room where I caught them.

A look of shock passes his face before it's quickly hidden.

"Isobel, we were just looking for you!" Christopher states, taking his arm away from Anna who is looking at me with a guilty expression she's also trying to cover up. Bile rises in my throat, and I shake my head willing the tears away.

To my absolute horror, Tiffany and her husband, and Brittany's husband walk up to join us, and I see their eyes widen as they take in the sight of Christopher and Anna together.

Brittany and Tiffany trade a look before looking at me.

"What's going on, Izzy?" Tiffany says in a concerned tone, seeing how quiet we all are.

I flinch when she reaches out to touch my shoulder. I can see when they all realize that they're matching. But then they swing their eyes to me, then King, clocking that we're matching, too. I ignore Tiffany, continuing to stare into Christopher's eyes.

"How long have you been fucking my best friend?" I ask Christopher, feeling my face go red. I'm proud of myself because the words come out much calmer than I believed I was capable of.

Everything goes silent, and Christopher turns away slightly. "What?"he scoffs, his brow twitches and he takes a step towards me.To my shock, King takes a step forward, putting himself slightly between me and Christopher.

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