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Yes.

Out the skinny window next to the door, I spot a car puttering along the circular driveway. It’s junky and has a sticker on it for a food delivery service.

Not exactly the kind of ride I envisioned Guy owning, but what the fuck do I know about him? Maybe that’s his side hustle.

Upstairs, Kota’s door is closed. That’s cool. I didn’t really want to see her post-nut anyway.

I mean, if it was a nut I was responsible for, then sure, I wouldn’t mind seeing that again.

My grin dies as soon as I hear a male voice through the wall Kota and I share. That motherfucker’s still here.

So they were hungry and ordered food. Good for them. I’m glad another man was able to capitalize on my hard work. That’s what happened. I fluffed dude’s girl for him, he just doesn’t know it. He probably never will. I don’t think Kota’s ever gonna tell him. She’s too chickenshit. Around him. Around me, she’s all backbone. As soon as Guy showed up, she folded like a piece of paper.

Wonder why. Hope it’s not because he gets rough with her. That shaking bullshit in the foyer about made my blood boil.

Finding my headphones, I press the button for noise cancellation, then stick them on my head, over my ears. A moment later, “GIVE ME A REASON” by NF fills them.

I don’t care about the girl with the flimsy-as-fuck spine. I don’t care about her relationship. I don’t care about any of this shit. None of it fucking matters, least of all Kota Rhodes.

Picking up one of the two black trash bags I brought, I set it on the bed, then get to work unpacking. It’s not much, but I take my time putting each and every one of my belongings away. Inside the closet, I find a small ironing board and iron, so I iron all my shirts and pants before hanging them on the fancy hangers Sera must’ve put in here for me. They have fuzzy material on them and curve like real shoulders.

Amazing what money can buy.

Not that I’d know.

It’s dark out by the time I’m finished. My room humid from the iron’s steam, I remove my headphones before going out on the balcony that faces the backyard. Off to the side is the gigantic building that houses the indoor pool. The house is situated on a rocky cliff overlooking the Long Island Sound. At the tip of the cape sits a lighthouse, its light splashing across the Rhodeses’ mansion with each rotation.

It’s the middle of April, so it’s nowhere near hot but it’s not exactly cold either. The breeze from the sea feels good against my skin. It’s even got a sound to it, almost ghostly.

The faint ooohhh picks up before turning into a tortured moan, while the wind remains the same.

This place better not be haunted. I swear to fucking God.

The moan increases and…duplicates.

Either Kota has her door open, too, or she cracked a window because I can hear her moaning clear as fucking day, no barrier to muffle it whatsoever.

Oh, and her man.

Jesus fuck. If I had two screwdrivers right now, I’d jam them into my ears without hesitation.

Guy groans once, twice, thrice.

I eye the ground below as I contemplate throwing myself over the railing. It’d be quite the mess for Kota to explain. Or clean up herself.

I couldn’t do that to Dad though. He needs me.

Kota coos, telling him “More,” and all I can picture is her under me, begging me for more of my cock. Before I know it, my hand’s lowering to my pants, rubbing the bulge there.

Fuck, that feels good. She would feel better but…

As usual, I gotta work with what I got.

Under the blanket of night, I slip beneath my waistband to grip my cock. Imagining it’s Kota’s tight pussy choking me, I squeeze with each pump, my hips thrusting back and forth on their own.

Tilting my head, I let the wind caress my ear like Kota’s breath would if I were fucking her.

That’s right. Just like that, baby.