Cheryl's POV:
Ten minutes ago, I got a message from Zoe. She said she left a "surprise" in the backseat for me and told me to go treasure hunting. Staring at the corner, I found it—a pack of condoms. Ultra-thin, unscented, extra-large. Yeah, definitely Eric's preference.
Perfect. What a surprise indeed.
Disgusted, I threw it onto the floor mat.
Pulling out a wet wipe, I scrubbed the gross, sticky residue of lubricant off my fingers. A dull, numbing ache clawed at my chest as I asked, "Eric, who was the last person to ride in your car?"
Eric shrugged casually, his tone indifferent. "Zoe wasn't feeling well. I took her to the hospital. I know you're upset, but I couldn't just leave her there, could I?"
'Leave her there? So that's your excuse for sleeping with her?'
For a moment, I let
