CHAPTER 3

Lia’s POV

A real smile, not the annoyed half-smile he usually gave me. His eyes lit up as he looked at her, traveling down her body slowly, taking his time.

"I don't need anything for now," he said, and his voice was different. Warmer. Friendlier. Flirty, even.

"Okay, sir," she purred, holding his gaze for a beat too long. "Just let me know if that changes."

Then she turned and walked away, her hips swaying with each step. I watched as Rob's eyes followed her the whole way, glued to her ass as she disappeared through the door at the front. He didn't even try to hide it. Didn't even care that I was sitting right there.

He even licked his lips slightly, his tongue darting out as he stared after her.

My chest felt tight. My throat felt like it was closing up. But I pretended not to see. I turned my face toward the window and stared at the clouds, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from forming.

This was normal, I told myself. Guys looked at other women. It didn't mean anything. I was being insecure again, just like Rob always said.

But it hurt. God, it hurt.

He never looked at me like that. Never smiled at me like that. Never licked his lips when he saw me.

I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the cool window, feeling the vibration of the plane through the glass.

I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by slurping sounds.

My eyes were still closed, my mind foggy as I came back to consciousness. What was that noise? Wet sounds. Rhythmic. And breathing—heavy breathing that wasn't mine.

I wondered what the sound was, my brain still half-asleep and trying to make sense of it.

Then I turned my head and opened my eyes.

The scene in front of me broke me. Completely shattered whatever pieces of my heart were still intact.

The flight attendant was on her knees in front of Rob. Right there on the expensive carpet of the private jet, her uniform skirt hiked up slightly, her perfect hair still pulled back in that bun. And her lips were wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him eagerly.

Rob's pants were undone, pushed down just enough. His head was tilted back against the seat, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. One of his hands rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the cabin. Slurping. Sucking. His quiet groans of pleasure.

I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't look away even though seeing it was killing me.

This wasn't hidden anymore. This wasn't just suspicion or insecurity. This was real. This was happening right in front of me, just a few feet away.

His eyes were closed so he didn't see that I had woken up. He was completely lost in it, in the feeling of her mouth on him, completely unaware or uncaring that I was right there.

Then the flight attendant looked up at me. Her eyes met mine directly, and I saw it—she knew I was awake. She knew I was watching.

And instead of stopping, instead of pulling away, she sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took him deeper, her pace increasing. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, challenging me. Taunting me.

Look what I can do. Look what he wants. Look what you can't give him.

Tears ran down my face, hot and fast, streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. My whole body started shaking. I tried to stay quiet, tried not to make a sound, but a sob built up in my chest.

I choked back the sob, but a small sound escaped anyway—a broken, pathetic whimper.

The sound made Rob open his eyes. His head lifted and he turned toward me, our eyes meeting.

I waited for something. Horror. Shame. Guilt. An apology. Something that showed he cared that he'd just destroyed me.

But when he saw me, he didn't even look horrified that he'd been caught. His expression was blank. Annoyed, maybe. Like I was interrupting something important.

He didn't push her away quickly. Didn't scramble to cover himself. Didn't try to explain or lie or make up an excuse.

He just gently eased her head off his cock, his hand sliding through her hair almost affectionately. She released him with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him for a second before breaking.

Then he bent down and whispered something into her ear, his lips close to her skin. She nodded, stood up smoothly, and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. She straightened her uniform, checked her hair, and left without a word. Without even looking at me again.

Just like that. Like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't just sucked my boyfriend's cock right in front of me.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Rob and me alone in the cabin.

The silence was deafening. Just the hum of the plane and my ragged breathing and the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces.

"Why?" I finally managed to choke out, my voice broken and raw. Tears were still streaming down my face, dripping off my chin. "Why would you do this to me?"

I wanted him to say something. Anything. To apologize, to tell me he was sorry, to explain that he'd made a terrible mistake.

But Rob just looked at me with those cold, indifferent eyes. He reached down and calmly tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up like this was no big deal.

"Don't overreact," he said flatly, his tone bored and dismissive. "The attendant was just doing her job."

Just doing her job. Like sucking passengers' cocks was part of the standard in-flight service.

I stared at him in disbelief, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. How could he say that? How could he act like this was normal?

"Besides," he added, his voice turning cruel, "she sucked my cock better than you ever did."