The Quiet End of Us
There was no immediate response on the other end—just muffled, indistinguishable sounds.
Assuming it was a bad connection, Joanna turned up the volume, accidentally routing the call through her car's Bluetooth system.
Suddenly, the strange sounds amplified, filling the car with unmistakable noises—frantic gasps, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, and a woman's moans of ecstasy.
Then Addison's voice followed, sultry and demanding."Henley, honey... tell me I'm the one you love the most! If you don't, I won't let you finish!"