Page 27 of Beautiful Distraction

I cannot ignore it.

It sounds like…

I jump up, eyes wide open, my heart stopping, as I becomeaware of one fact.

It’s coming from the adjacent room.

That’s where Kellan’s sleeping.

It’s unmistakably moaning, interrupted by heavy breathing.And then soft voices.

Kellan has a woman inthere.

I reach out for my phone on the table. The clock says it’sfour a.m. I left Mandy and Kellan barely two hours ago. My heart sinks as Irecall the last few hours.

During dinner, which consisted of medium rare steak andbread, Kellan was friendly, respectful, and formal. I expected more sexualadvances, but to my surprise, none came. There were no double meanings. Nolingering looks. No more mentions of Club 69. Not even an intimate encounterthat would put my willpower to the test. No mention of his girlfriend either.

The entire dinner focused mostly on our trip to Montana,Kellan’s house—it’s been in his family for generations—and a verylong and heated conversation on the New York Yankees, Mandy’s team, and BostonRed Sox, Kellan’s favorite baseball team. Even Mandy, with her intensecharacter and her big mouth, kept any snarky remarks to herself, for which Iwas very grateful. Except for a few glances Kellan and I exchanged, nothinghappened—which both relieved and frustrated the hell out of me. At aroundtwo a.m., tiredness crept over me, and I excused myself, leaving Mandy andKellan alone in the living room.

Which, maybe I shouldn’t have, because now I have no ideawhat went down.

What isstillgoing down.

I might have been so focused on avoiding him that thethought of him hitting on Mandy never occurred to me when it was a likelypossibility. Their heated discussion could have easily turned into a heatedsituation with them ending up in his bed.

Upon our arrival, when Mandy hinted not so subtly that she’dgo after him I didn’t take her seriously. How could I have been so wrong? Apang of pain, raw and sharp, hits me in the chest. I can’t help but feelbetrayed.

I rise to my feet and tiptoe to the door, my heart beatingin a frenzy. Fear chokes my throat as I head for Kellan’s room and linger infront of the door.

It’s cracked open. Caught in the throes of passion, theyprobably forgot to close it.

My heart lurches. I feel faint.

Every part of my brain tells me that Kellan can fuckwhomever he wants.

But every fiber of my being screams that Mandy knows I’minto him. That even though I told her she could fuck him, I didn’t mean it.

Maybe she wants him for herself.

I have to know what’s happening in there, if only to knowwhere I’m standing.

I close my eyes, sickness washing over me as I picture theworst-case scenario.

I promise myself not to be angry at Mandy, but I know that’snot a promise I can keep.

By fucking him, she’s betraying every friendship code.

Should I make my presence known? Should I confront them? Ihave no plan. I just need to know.

Opening my eyes, I take a deep breath to prepare myself forwhat I’m about to see. As I crack the door a little bit wider so I can scan theroom through the gap, nothing could have prepared me for what I see.

The truth hits me like thunder.

The bed is on the east side, facing the wall to my room.Kellan’s alone, naked on the bed, his eyes shut. He’s propped up against thepillows; the sheets are gathered around his ankles. A radio station is running inthe background, voices chatting, but the volume’s too low to make out thewords.

There is no woman, no girl, no Mandy in sight.

He is all alone with his cock. His enormous, hard cock,which he now holds in his hand.

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