My best friend beamed, wrapping herself around Nathan Whitley's arm."Nathan," she cooed, "my friend here was just saying her boyfriend has no sex drive. I was teaching her how to turn a guy on."You know what… maybe we should show her one of our private videos?"My breath caught. My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist.I couldn't believe it. It was really Nathan.Just last night, he'd been sick in bed, stuck in a run-down studio apartment, eating leftover bread.But now, the floor beneath his feet was worth more than a million dollars.He glanced at me coldly, then kissed my best friend on the forehead, his gaze low and husky."You think she'd even get it?" he murmured. "The way you moan… the way your body just melts… the way you squeeze around me—""Babe… Evelyn's right here."Chloe Bartlet giggled, playfully hitting his chest before heading into the kitchen to cut fruit.My eyes burned. My voice shook as I asked, "How long have you been married?"Nathan traced
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