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Sophie's POV
Reid had told me he was coming here, but he hadn’t told me he would be with another woman.
My breath hitched painfully as I watched him, hand in hand with her, walking toward the staircase that led up to the rooms of the hotel.
Why?
The question tore through me as my breath began to tremble.
Who was she and why was he with her like that?
I felt frozen for a moment, torn between disbelief and the urge clawing inside me to follow him, to understand, to confront and know why he was holding her hand, why he was smiling at her as if she was someone special.
I was Reid’s girlfriend. For years, that gaze had belonged to me.
He had never shared it with anyone else before.
So why was he suddenly looking at her like she mattered and meant something intimate?
My paranoia overwhelmed me and before I could even talk myself out of it, my feet were already moving. I followed them, unable to control the storm of thoughts swirling violently in my head.
Reid and I had spoken this morning and he had reassured me of his love and devotion like he always did.
He told me I was the only woman in this world meant for him.
How my character and every little thing I did for him made me irreplaceable, how he could never imagine another woman treating him the way I did.
And now this?
I kept walking behind them absentmindedly, my thoughts scattered everywhere. I maintained just enough distance so he wouldn’t notice me trailing them.
When he opened a door and walked into a room with the woman, I stopped outside, heart pounding violently as I hovered there, not knowing what to do.
I couldn’t just barge in.
What if she was someone close to him? What if I was being jealous over nothing?
Reid had no sisters, but he had cousins, he had mentioned them several times.
What if the lady was one of them?
She had to be.
There was no way Reid would cheat on me. He loved me too much, didn’t he?
I was seconds away from leaving, forcing myself to give him the benefit of the doubt, when a loud, breathless moan pierced through the silence.
I froze.
I didn’t know if it was from the room he had entered or from the one adjacent to it. I held my breath, listening.
Then it came again, louder and unmistakable, this time, there was no doubt. It was from Reid’s room.
Before I could think and my heart could catch up with my body, I pushed the door open.
Disbelief and pain slammed into me so hard I could barely breathe.
My mouth fell open and my heart broke. My mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing.
Reid was naked on the bed and he wasn’t alone there.
Three naked ladies were with him, touching him, sucking his six inched c**k, using him in ways he had always refused to do with me.
One had her lips wrapped around his c**k, her head bobbing up and down. Another was sucking on his balls.And the third was sitting across his face, riding his mouth while he sucked hungrily at her c**t.
In all the years I had been with him, he always used one excuse or the other to avoid sucking my p***y. He always said he hated it, hated being the one to go down, hated the idea of p***y licking and never wanted to indulge in it. The p***y was just for s*x he had always maintained.
But he was here on the bed, his face buried between a stranger’s thighs.
It felt unbelievably ironic.
“Reid…” I managed to whisper, my voice barely more than a frail, shattered echo.
He didn’t hear me.
He didn’t even notice I was there.
“Reid,” I called again, louder this time, my voice trembling violently as I kept my eyes on him, on the man I thought I knew.
One of the ladies sucking on his c**k finally noticed me. Her eyes widened slightly before she tapped Reid’s thigh, alerting him. He disengaged from the woman he had been sucking, lifting his face from between her thighs but when he turned and saw me standing at the door, my hand gripping the clamp, trembling from shock and disbelief, his expression didn’t shift the way I expected.
“Seems like you have a visitor,” one of the ladies murmured, dragging her gaze over me slowly. Then her eyes dipped down to my body, taking in the modest dress I still wore, the same one I’d had on when I ran out earlier, too broken to even change.
“I bet her boobs taste good. They look far too perky from that top,” another added, smirking.
Their disgusting words echoed around me like muffled words. They meant nothing. They weren’t why I was here. Even their attempt to sexualize me in my modest dress didn’t register.
My eyes were locked to the man who was the reason I was here.
“Why?” I whispered, my voice barely threading through the air. The moment our eyes met, something inside me twisted painfully.
Why would he do this?
In all the years we’d been together, I had been nothing short of loyal, more than loyal. I had been self-sacrificing. I had given him everything he asked for. I compromised so much of myself and my principles, just to make him happy.
He always said he hated sexually undisciplined women. Always criticized them even.
He always told me how they disgusted him.
So how was he here and not with one woman but three?
How had he convinced himself this wasn’t wrong? That I wouldn’t be hurt if I ever found out?
How many times had this happened?
How many other girls had there been?
Why did he do this when he’d never once said I was lacking?
The questions were endless.
They tangled in my throat until I didn’t even know which one to ask first.
When I lifted my head again, trying to swallow the tears burning behind my eyes, I expected guilt and shame, I expected remorse and something human on his face.
Instead, what I saw made my entire body go cold.
He looked at me like I was the one who had done something wrong.
“What the f**k are you doing here disturbing my peace, Sophie?”
My eyes widened, so wide I felt them strain. His words hit me hard and soft.
Disturbing his peace?
No one had prepared me for this evening.
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