Drakes pov
I walked into the kitchen, my hand struggling to loosen the tie around my neck. I froze mid-step when my eyes came in contact with the two in front of the counter.
“Y'all are becoming so selfish these days,” I muttered as I stared at Clara whose head was thrown back from the pleasure she was receiving. Chris' head was buried in-between her thighs and my pants grew tighter in the crotch area.
The moment they heard my voice, they scrambled away from each other, and I smirked at Chris' slightly offended expression.
“What? You're not gonna invite me to eat dessert with you?” I teased.
“Drake_” Clara said the same time Chris said “No_”
I shook my head in amusement but still stepped forward towards them. “You know that wasn't the agreement right. No one gets denied, we all have
