Livestreaming My cheating Hockey star fiancé
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, red nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with deep, familiar strokes.
The sheets were tangled around them, her moans filling the room—loud, breathy, real. His grunts matched the rhythm, the slap of skin on skin echoing.
For a second, everything froze.
Then the cake box slipped from my hands. It hit the floor with a sickening splat, red velvet and white frosting exploding across the hardwood.
The woman gasped. Logan’s head whipped around, eyes wide with shock. “Allie—fuck!”
The livestream. Still rolling. Thousands of viewers now. The comments exploded in real time, but I couldn’t read them through the blur of tears.