16

Giselle stirred awake, the sheets tangled around her legs, a deep, satisfied ache pulsing between her thighs.

For the first time in months, she'd slept like a baby, no nightmares or endless arguments.

Clothes littered the floor—her robe, his boxers, a trail leading to the bathroom where the shower still ran.

She wondered when he came back into the room last night as she stretched, arms overhead, back arching as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body remembering Chase's rough thrusts from last night.

But then the buzzing started. His phone on the nightstand vibrated relentlessly, lighting up with notifications.

She reached over, snatching it up, thumb swiping the screen.

Texts from 'Monica' flooded in, each one dirtier than the last. 'Baby, I'm so sorry I snapped. Let me make it up to you—I'll suck your dick until you forget my name.'

Another: 'Waiting to ride you reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing on that big dick. Forgive me?'

Then: 'Pussy's wet just thinking of you pinning me down, fucking me. Please, Chase, I need you inside me already.'

Giselle's stomach twisted, rage boiling up. Her fingers tightened, ready to hurl the damn thing against the wall.

'Who the fuck does she think she is?' Giselle muttered, but before she could smash it, the bathroom door creaked open.

Chase stood there, towel slung low on his hips, water dripping down his chiseled chest, droplets tracing the V of his abs. His eyes locked on the phone in her hand.

'What the hell are you doing with my phone, Giselle?' His voice was sharp, stepping closer, the steam from the shower following him like a cloud.

She froze, heart slamming as her eyes met his glare. 'Nothing. It wouldn't stop buzzing and disturbing my sleep. Thought I'd bring it to you before it woke the whole house.' She exaggerated, thrusting it toward him, but he didn't take it, just crossed his arms, muscles flexing.

'Bullshit. You were snooping. I hope you saw something you didn't like?' He smirked, but there was an edge, towel tenting slightly as he eyed her disheveled state, sheets barely covering her naked body.

The phone rang then, loud and insistent. Monica's name flashed. Chase snatched it from her, answering with a low growl. 'What?'

'Chase, baby, I'm outside. Come down, I can't wait anymore. I need to feel you daddy.' Monica's voice purred through the speaker, loud enough for Giselle to hear.

Chase's jaw ticked, glancing at Giselle. 'Have you lost your damn mind? My dad's around. You think you can just show up here like this?'

Monica laughed, sultry. 'Since when do you need your daddy's permission to see me? Sneak out, come fuck me in the car. I'll deepthroat you the whole way to work, swallow every drop. You should thank me for pulling up as your chauffeur today you know.'

Giselle's blood boiled, sitting up straighter, sheets slipping to expose her breasts. She didn't cover up, letting him see her anger, faint bruises on her hips from his grip.

'Give me a minute,' Chase said into the phone. 'I'll be down shortly. Stay put.' He hung up, tossing the phone on the bed, turning to Giselle with a challenging stare.

'So now you bring your side chicks home? Dont you have any respect for your father at least?' Giselle spat, voice rising, but her eyes flicked to the towel, remembering how that body had felt against hers.

Chase chuckled dark, dropping the towel without shame, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. 'Last I remember, we're getting a divorce. Ring's off, what are we to each other if not room mates. Whoever I fuck is none of your goddamn business anymore.' He stepped closer, naked and unapologetic, the scent of soap and him filling the air.

'You can't keep doing this, Chase. Parading your whores around like I don't exist. Especially after last night—'

'After last night?' He cut her off, leaning over the bed, hands on either side of her, caging her in. His cock brushed her thigh, semi-hard already. 'You mean after you begged me to fuck you harder? Screamed my name while I fucked that pussy? Don't act all high and mighty now, you were merely satisfying a temporal urge.'

Giselle shoved at his chest, but her palms lingered on his wet skin, heat sparking despite the fury. 'That was a mistake I sorely regret. You used me, just like you use the dumb bitch. As much as you claim I was merely satisfying your temporal urge, you cant help that my body still makes you hard on?'

His eyes darkened, grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. 'Do you think I am gay, huh? May I need to remind you why I am a man who loves pussy, the mere sight of a womans body would naturally turn a man like me on, what gives you value is basically what I think of you and right now you are just my cum rag since Monica started acting up. Good thing, Monica's back to her fucking senses. So I temporarily do not have need for your spare pussy. Last night, you came so hard you soaked the sheets, you have been properly sec starved.' He ground against her, his hardening length pressing into her stomach. 'Admit it, you're wet thinking about it right now.'