Page 47 of Second Chance Ex
“Coffee machine’s back there,” I say, pointing over my shoulder to the doorway that leads to the pantry. “Joey can help you.”
I don’t stop to chat, or eat; not that I could stomach anything, especially after what just happened. Instead, I grab a chilled bottle of water from the fridge and scurry out of the kitchen, heading for the stairs, my cheeks flaming the entire time at the thought of just how close Joey and I came to doing… whatever the fuck that was. And now I have to spend the rest of my day with his goddamn girlfriend at a spa as if I didn’t just grind my ass against her boyfriend’s dick. I’m officially the worst kind of human.
Flustered, I walk into mine and Adam’s bedroom to find the bed an empty tangle of sheets, our pillow divider still in its place. I can hear the shower running from the bathroom, and I allow myself a breath, thankful for the moment alone so I can decompress after what just happened with Joey.
I sink into the cushy armchair in the corner, looking out the window at the dreary morning outside, last night’s snow still covering the ground. Taking a sip ofcoffee, I allow it to warm me through, and hopefully burn some sense into me because holy shit. What even was that? And why the fuck am I so fucking turned on? I can feel my arousal between my legs; wet and needy. How can he still dothisto me?
Ugh, what is wrong with me? He has a girlfriend. A girlfriend I actually like. I am a horrible, horrible person. And Joey is even worse. I can’t believe he?—
“Oh, yes!”
I snap my head up, my brows knitting together at the unexpected sound of a female voice coming through the wall from the bathroom
What the hell was that?
My eyes glance at the bed again, at where Adam was fast asleep before I went downstairs.
Standing, I tip toe across the room, stopping at the closed bathroom door, pressing my ear against it. I’m met with nothing but the muffled sound of the bathroom exhaust fan whirring, the water running, and nothing else.
Weird. I’m so horny I’m hearing sex sounds that aren’t really there; I’m like asexophrenic.
I turn back around, but when I’m half-way back to my coffee, I’m stopped in my tracks by another sound. Only this time I’m positive I’m not imagining anything. I practically run back to the bathroom with such haste I almost sprain my knee. Pressing up against the door, I close my eyes, listening intently like a total creeper.
“Harder, yes,” a female voice whimpers.
Is that… is that Jessie?
“Jesus, fuck.” The deep male groan is almost guttural.
My eyes bulge as my jaw drops.Adam.
Adam is in the shower, screwing Joey’s girlfriend?
I’m suddenly filled with the kind of rage I’ve never felt before, and it’s overpowering. And before I even know what I’m doing, I bang my fist against the wood with such force it causes the door to rattle on its hinges. Less than a few seconds later the shower shuts off and I hear the distinct sound of whispering and shuffling going on inside the bathroom.
With another knock, I whisper-yell, “I can hear you in there!”
After a few moments, the door slowly pulls open, and I step back enough to allow Adam out, a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets trailing down his chest. He rakes a hand through his wet locks, eyes furtively glancing about the room, and the asshole actually has the audacity to offer me a chin nod, like I’m one of his bros.
I fold my arms across my chest, my jaw set hard as I glare at him. “Um, what the hell is going on?”
It’s at that moment I see Jessie step out of the bathroom, cloaked in a robe, her hair wet, cheeks flushed, smile sheepish like she hasn’t just been caught fucking my (fake) boyfriend.
Glancing between the two of them, I arch a brow. “Again, what the hell is going on?”
“Jessieknows, Prue,” Adam finally says.
I shake my head. “Knows what?”
“About us.”He waves his finger between the two of us.
“Oh…” Well, okay then. But still. I spear her with a steely look. “Okay, but, um, aren’t you forgetting about the six-foot-five defensive lineman you’re currently dating?”
She at least has the decency to look down, like she might actually feel bad about her actions.
Adam just continues grinning like the disgusting pig he is.
“Prue,” Jessie finally says, glancing at me with an apologetic look in her eyes. “Joey and I aren’t really dating. We never were.”
