Page 32 of Regret

“You got caught, didn’t you?”

Adam looked at the roof like he saw something very interesting up there. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Adam, how many times do I have to tell you? Chicago is full of single women you can fuck. Why the hell do you need to always stick your dick in a vagina that does not belong to you?”

“First of all,” Adam held up his finger, “yes, Chicago is full of single women, but I’ve fucked over half of them already, and you know I don’t like eating at the same restaurant more than, let’s say, a few times.” He held up a second finger. “Secondly, just because a woman has a ring on her finger does not mean her pussy belongs to her husband.”

Hunter blinked. “Ah yes, it kinda does.”

Adam walked to the fridge and grabbed himself a bottle of water. “This is the twenty-first century, my friend. Pussy belongs to whoever the fuck is inside it at that point in time.” He shot Hunter one of his trademark grins—a grin Hunter had wished he could punch off Adam’s face on numerous occasions.

“Adam Masters, I am not getting you pictures of a married woman fucking another man just so that you can drop it in her mailbox for her husband to find and get the trail off your guilty ass. Not again.”

Hunter walked to the other side of the apartment, and Adam followed.

“That’s not what I need you to do this time.”

Hunter spun around. “Then what?”

“Well, I need pictures, but this time it’s not pictures of the wife. I need pictures of a guy.”

“You fucked a guy?”

“Oh my God, no. Are you insane? I love pussy too much, remember? I need pictures of a guy who caught me fucking another guy’s wife.”

Hunter was confused. “Run that by me again.”

A sly smile crept up on Adam’s face. “I fucked a woman in the pool while her husband was upstairs jerking off around the blackjack table with a few friends from the golf club. One of the friends came down and caught us.”

Hunter just continued to stare at Adam, unmoved. “You need help.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking you. Duh.”

“Seriously. Those freaky blue eyes and ever-ready cock of yours are going to land you in a whole lot of shit someday. Shit I won’t be able to get you out of.”

Adam placed his hands on Hunter’s shoulders. “And until that day comes, I know I can rely on you, can’t I, big bud?”

Hunter closed his eyes. The ibuprofen and tequila did nothing for the Adam induced migraine he just developed.

“Fine. But this is it, Adam. I am not helping you out of another mess again.” He brushed past his friend. “It’s like aiding and abetting your cock.”

Adam turned around and lifted his brows. “And a-bedding my cock will get every damn day.”

Hunter just shook his head and walked to his front door while going through his contacts on his phone. “Please leave before I change my mind.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and both Adam and Hunter jerked their heads in the direction. Scarlet came walking out with nothing but a black towel wrapped around her wet body, the steam escaping from the bathroom behind her making it look like a scene out of a porn movie. It was like it all happened in slow motion as she flicked her wet hair behind her shoulders, walking over to his closet while water still slid down the insides of her legs, making all sorts of dirty thoughts flow through Hunter’s head. It was like his mind was telling him that there was only one place those long, curvy legs belonged, and that was around his goddamn neck.

“Hot diggity-dog.”

Hunter jerked his head toward Adam and saw his friend practically eye fucking Scarlet from across the room. From out of nowhere, Hunter got the insane urge to pop Adam’s eyeballs like zits and then shove them up his ass.

“Yo, asshole, watch the Disney channel much?”

“Hunter, you sly man whore, you. You didn’t tell me you have company. And why does her face look like yours?” He turned to Hunter’s bruised face, and then back to Scarlet. “Oh, I get it. Things got a bitheatedin a sexy, violent kind of way, did it?”

“Please leave,” Hunter said, deadpan, yet Adam still didn’t take his eyes off Scarlet as she took a shirt out of Hunter’s closet and pulled it over her head.

Wanting to grab Adam by the shoulders and toss him out the door, Hunter walked up to him, but Adam moved forward and rushed toward Scarlet.

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