The door cracked open with a groan, and the silence outside snapped like a tension wire.
Xavier stepped into the hallway first.
His shoulders were squared. His face unreadable. But every muscle in his body vibrated with restrained anger.
Behind him, Skye followed. Her eyes glassy. Her lips swollen from his mouth. Her thighs trembling from his c**k. Her torn slip clung to her body like it had given up, the lace soaked, her n*****s stiff beneath it, the scent of s*x trailing after her like perfume.
The few lingering guests in the hallway froze.
Mouths parted.
Eyes wide.
They could smell it.
Sex.
And Xavier didn’t look at a single one of them.
His voice broke the silence.
“Party’s over. Everyone out!”
Short.
Sharp.
Final.
Nobody questioned it. They scattered like roaches, pret
