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Yep, you fucking guessed it. I go in.
The faint noise of a TV floats to me, and after I quietly click the door shut, I creep toward the light filtering down the staircase and sneak up the stairs. Every time a step creaks under my foot, I freeze, blood rushing past my ears as I try to listen to see if I’ve been made. And each time, no one comes to investigate, so I keep going until the second level comes into view.
Fuck, this place is nice. Modern. This Tyler guy must have a fair bit of coin. Is he like a sugar daddy or something? Is that why she calls him Daddy all the time? Fucking hell, how am I meant to compete with that? I have three hundred dollars to my name. My family gets by, but I’m pretty sure my olds live week to week with what they earn at their jobs. My uncle Peter is pretty well-off, though, but he earnt that himself through his recording studio in the city. There’s no big inheritance coming my way.
Pushing aside my jealousy of this considerably well-off Tyler dude, I poke my head around the corner as I reach the top step. I find a big open living area with a comfy-looking couch and a really cool fireplace that looks like it’s hanging from the ceiling. Next to it is a TV that also looks like it comes down from the ceiling, which is the source of what I could hear when I came inside.
Down the end of the room is a kitchen, but there’s no sign of people. I step up into the room to get a better look and sneak towards the kitchen, where I can see another doorway. That’s when I pick up the faint sound of voices.
My heart rate picks up when I hear Rhee’s familiar giggle, and my feet steer me into a glass-lined passage that connects the living area to another wing of the house.
Turn back!
I should. I know I fucking should, but I’ve come this far. I may as well go through with it. I just need a quick glance to see if I recognise the guy, then I’ll fuck off just as quickly and head back to our cabin.
I still have shoes on, so I take each step slowly so I don’t make a sound, and before I know it, the glass-lined passage is behind me, and I’m stepping through a door to a luxurious bedroom.
My eyes dart around the space looking for Rhee, but the room is empty, and I can now tell the voices are coming from the opening at the end of the room. I study the space as I creep toward their voices. The bed is a little rumpled but not dishevelled, like I assumed it would be. As I step in further, I see a pile of clothes just by the opening to the other room. Rhee’s clothes. My heart flips in my chest.
I’m so close now.
I have to see.
I peek past the opening to see a charcoal grey tiled bathroom. It’s slick. Modern and masculine. Tyler has fucking good taste. I’ll give him that.
Then my eyes fall on them. There, at the other end of the room, in a deep oversized bath, are Tyler and Rhys. They have their backs to me, their attention directed towards the window.
Maybe they watched the sunset?
I expected to find them fucking or something, but Rhys is leaning back against Tyler’s chest, their hands up on the ledge, their fingers weaving and stroking together in such a normal affectionate way.
Their voices are low. He’s saying something next to her ear, and it makes her giggle again, the sound making my heart twist with jealousy I thought I had a handle on.
Suddenly, Tyler stiffens, and Rhee squeaks as she is lifted off his lap before he leaps up to face me. Standing with water dripping down his athletic naked flesh, I come face to face with Mr Foster. My fucking PE teacher.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rhys
“Get the fuck out!” Tyler’s roar makes me flinch back, which nearly causes me to slip in the bath as I take in the scene.
Ty stiffened under me moments ago as we sat in the bath, and in a split second before he lifted me off him, I saw what had caught his attention. The reflection in the window of someone standing behind us.
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped in that moment, but then it kicked in again when Marcus’ familiar brown eyes came into view. It was fleeting, though. Because what the fuck is Marcus doing here?
“This is a fucking joke, right?” Marcus yells. “Rhee, get the fuck over here!” His voice is panicked, more than demanding, but I don’t go to him. Instead, I try to get myself out of the tub so I can get a towel for Ty and me.
“What are you doing here?” I yell back, freaking the fuck out.
“Get out of my house!” Ty roars again, and again I flinch at the menacing tone.
“Rhee, get away from him. He’s… he’s… a fucking predator!”
Ty moves to leap out of the bath, but my hand on his arm stops him, and he looks back at me as I pass him a towel.
“Get dressed,” I whisper, and he glares at me. “Obviously, we need to talk to Marcus about this.”
“I’m not talking to this little prick! He fucking broke into my home!” Ty points a stern finger in the direction of Marcus, who hisses back.
