CHAP.70 [CALEB'S POV]
The last gasps of pleasure faded, leaving behind the familiar hollow, disgusting ache that I hated so very much. My eyes, still closed, had painted Tristan's face over the stranger above me, his laugh, his scent, his touch a phantom limb of my deepest desires.
I hated this man that just came inside me. Hell, I didn't even know his name. But for the last forty minutes that I fucked him, he was Tristan.
It was a pathetic charade, one I played far too often, but it was the only way I could stomach these fleeting encounters. I knew that as much as I wanted to, I could not have Tristan in this way so I had to make do with whatever I could make do with.
As the man stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips, I pushed him off me gently but firmly. I had pretended that he was someone else long enough and now I needed him out of my house.
"Alright," I said, my voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "That was fun," I sat up and picked up my phone, scrolling mindlessly, "You c
