Page 59 of Tainted Hearts

She gasps. “You are so rude! Let me talk to Isaac.”

“No,” I say blandly.

“Isaac!” she shouts, and I roll my eyes.

“Listen, he doesn’t want you. He has a mate. When will you get that through your head?”

She gives me a disgusted look. “He can do so much better than her.”

“Really, like who? You?” I snort. “Bitch, please.”

“I am better than her!” She stomps her foot like a child. “If he would just let me show him, I could make him forget all about her.”

“Stop, it’s getting sad. Go find someone who wants you and stop chasing after someone who doesn’t. It makes you look desperate.”

“You're mean!” she shouts, turning around and stomping away. “I’ll be back!”

“Please don’t!” I shout after her.

Closing the door, I let out an exhausted sigh. “What the fuck was that? No wonder they were all assholes. I’d be one too if I was expected to marry that.”

Grabbing the bottles of water, I head back outside. “What took you so long?” Abby asks.

“Isaac’s ex-bride-to-be was at the door.”

“What?!” Abby shoots up.

“Please tell me she’s not still here,” Isaac groans from his chair. He pulls his sunglasses down, eyes filled with dread.

“Don’t worry, I sent her packing.”

“Thank God,” he sighs.

“It’s sad.” Abby shakes her head. “She should just try and find someone who will make her happy; not for their money, but for how they treat her.”

“I know, Little Bird.” I place my hand on her thigh. “Sadly, some people are just like that.”

We hang out for a while before everyone heads back into the house to get ready to head to my place.

As I’m heading down the hall in search of some more shampoo because Abby is out, I hear noises.

“Yes. Oh, yes, right there. Harder.” My brows shoot up.Is Michael fucking Abby’s mom while we’re all in the house?

“That’s it. Take it, you stupid whore,” Michael growls. “You're so desperate for my cock, aren’t you, Heather?”

Holy shit.Holyfuckingshit. He said Heather. No fucking way I’m hearing this shit, right?

The sounds get louder, and I’m standing there frozen, not sure what to do. He’s cheating on his wife... with his son’s ex.What the hell?

This, fuck, this is what I’ve been looking for. The perfect thing to blackmail him with. A grin so damn wide takes over my face. I’m way too excited as I grab my phone out of my pocket. Bringing up the camera, I hit record and walk toward the room the sound is coming from.

Raising my phone, I slowly open the door, just a crack but enough to be able to see in.

I regret it right away because what I’m seeing will never be able to be scrubbed from my mind or my eyes.

Michael has Heather bent over his desk, both recognizable from this angle, as he plows into her. One hand is wrapped around her neck while the other fists her hair. Both are butt-ass naked. Her tits sway as he fucks her. She looks like she’s really enjoying it.

“That’s it, take it,” he growls.

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