Problem

JANEVERA'S POV

A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?”

My stomach dropped like a stone.

Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it.

One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angry outline impossible to miss. A faint, unmistakable blush crept up her throat and cheeks, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as though she couldn’t quite help herself.

“Well,” she purred, voice velvet and honey, lips curving into that wicked, professional smile that didn’t quite hide the heat flaring in her eyes, “looks like I’m right on time then.”

“So is she the one?” She asked Caesar, as if I weren’t sitting right there.

He gave a single, curt nod.

“Ohh…” The sound slipped from her lips like a satisfied sigh. Then she turned to me with a dazzling, practiced smile and extended a perfectly manicured hand. “Hi, gorgeous. I’m Miss Xandra, your makeup artist and stylist for the evening. Why don’t you freshen up first? We’ll get started once you’re ready.”

“Get started with….” I started, voice hoarse from screaming his name.

“Just go freshen up, Jane,” Caesar cut in, tone flat, eyes burning holes through me.

The dismissal hit like a slap. Jealousy flared, hot and vicious.

I forced a brittle smile, shook Xandra’s hand fingers still trembling, and muttered a rough, “Pleasure.”

Caesar’s stare followed me, dark and molten, promising this was nowhere near finished.

I stood on wobbly legs, cum still trickling in slow, obscene rivulets down the inside of my thigh. “Sure,” I said, voice dripping loud enough for both of them to hear.

Xandra’s smile never wavered, polite and professional, but her eyes flicked with knowing amusement which I find suspicious.

“Take your time, love.”

So he can bend you over the second I’m gone, I thought, scoffing under my breath as I let go of her hand.

I turned and walked past Caesar slowly, my bare ass swaying with every step. The air felt cool against my overheated skin, my thighs still slick, pussy still pulsing, cum still leaking in slow, shameless trails down the inside of my leg. I didn’t try to hide it. Let her see. Let her know exactly what he’d just done to me.

His fingers brushed my hip as I passed possessive, scorching, a silent warning that sent a fresh shiver straight to my clit. I felt his gaze branding my skin, searing into my back, my ass, the wet shine on my thighs, the faint handprints glowing red on my flesh. It followed me all the way up the stairs, heavy, hungry, promising that the second I came back down, he’d have me again.

I slammed the bathroom door, turned the shower scalding, and let the water pound over my shaking body. My pussy clenched around nothing, still desperate for him, still swollen and aching.

Five minutes later, hair damp and wrapped in one of his towels, I stepped into the bedroom.

Xandra was already there, the silver case cracked open like a treasure chest, laying out brushes and palettes on the vanity table with the calm precision of a surgeon prepping for open-heart surgery.

Caesar leaned against the far wall, shirtless, arms crossed over his bare chest, watching her, not me but her!

The sight of it hit me like a slap.

He brought her up here too?

The jealousy flared again, white-hot, searing through my chest like wildfire, burning away every rational thought. My stomach twisted, ugly and vicious. I was still naked, still dripping, still marked head-to-toe by his hands, his mouth, his cock, and he was standing there watching another woman like she had any right to be in this room.

I stopped dead in the doorway, towel clutched loose in one fist, the other hand curled into a fist at my side.

He must’ve felt the shift in the air, because his gaze snapped to me instantly.

One brow lifted, slow, lazy, dangerous.

“Problem, little firecracker?” Ceasar asked, voice low, amused, daring me to say it out loud.

Xandra glanced up, oblivious, and smiled bright. “Ready when you are, gorgeous.”

I didn’t move. My eyes stayed locked on Caesar.

He pushed off the wall, stalking toward me with that predator grace that made my pulse spike even through the rage.

He stopped just close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his stare.

“Say it,” he murmured, so low only I could hear it. “Say what’s got that fire in your eyes, Vera. Because if you’re jealous again…” His hand slid to my throat, thumb brushing the fresh bite mark he’d left earlier. “I’ll bend you over that vanity and fuck the attitude right out of you while she watches.”he added, making a cold shiver ran through me.