Page 232 of Double Daddies
Holding the bucket in one hand, Avery stepped up to the foot of the bed and grabbed hold of the duvet. Hearing the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, she yanked the covers away, pleased with the woman’s shocked gasp.
Adam grunted, twisting slightly at the interruption.
Avery saw theoh fucklook flit across his face, caught a glimpse of the woman’s wide brown eyes, and just grinned. She knew her expression wasn’t quite sane—her teeth were bared and she wasn’t bothering to hide her contempt, fury, or disgust.
Lifting the bucket, she grabbed the bottom with her other hand and tossed the contents over the pair of them. Water cascaded through the air, crashing down on warm, naked skin and splashing everywhere.
The woman screamed; Adam’s pitch came damn close to mirroring it.
“What thefuck, Avery?” he bellowed as he struggled to disentangle himself from his whore of the day. Only, she was flailing too, dragging out the extrication process. “What the actual fuck?”
Oh, she wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
Dropping the bucket with a clatter, Avery started gathering articles of clothing and shoes as fast as she could. The heels, the dress, thepantiesshe found beneath his discarded shirt. With an armful of their crap, she strode over to the window, shoved it open, and threw the whole lot out into the summer heat.
Shoes plummeted, clothes fluttered, all the way down five glorious stories.
“Avery.”
She turned back, folding her arms over her chest combatively, and glowered at him. “If it isn’t perfectly obvious, Adam, we’re done. Get your naked ass out of my apartment and takethat,” she said scathingly, raking her eyes up and down the shivering, skinny bitch huddled on the bed, “with you. This troll isn’t sharing her bridge anymore, asshole.”
Blond hair tousled, green eyes blazing, Adam set his hands on his hips and faced her down. She realized suddenly that he’d put on weight sometime in the past few months, that the man she’d been so attracted to in the beginning held no appeal at all.
It had nothing to do with his physical appearance, although now her eyes were open, he wasn’t as attractive as she once believed. No, it came down to what was inside him, what was now cracked open and on full display.
Selfishness, narcissism, arrogance.
All the ugliness she’d blinded herself to because she… what?
Was lonely? Liked the company?
It sure as hell wasn’t the sex.
“You can’t kick me out. You need me.”
Avery scoffed. “Like a bullet in the head, Adam. This is my apartment, my home. You’ve abused the privilege of being here one too many times. Bringingthatinto our bed,mybed, is deplorable. It sums up who and what you are. So I’ll say it one more time—get your naked ass and your naked whore out of my apartment before I really lose my shit.”
“You stuck up little bitch?—”
Reaching into her back pocket, Avery yanked out her phone and pulled up the camera. Snapping several uncomplimentary photos of Adam—the used condom hanging off his wilting dick really highlighted how pathetic he was—she turned to the striking redhead and immortalized her, too. “You work for a company that prides itself on family and morals, Adam. Pretty sure they’re going to see you in a very unmoral light if I send these to the company’s entire chain of command.”
Switching to video, she swung from Adam to the woman and back again, making sure to pause and capture all the dirty details. “Don’t know who you are, but judging by the five-thousand-dollar dress down on the sidewalk, you’re some kind of big deal. I wouldn’t know how to track you down or find out who you are, so you probably figure you’re safe.”
Slim shoulders sagged under the weight of a huge sigh.
Avery pocketed her phone before Adam decided to tackle her and erase the evidence. “The thing is, you’re just as complicit in this shitstorm as he is. He knew what he was doing when he chose to cheat. You obviously didn’t care he had a girlfriend, but then, trolls don’t have feelings, right? I don’t need to know yourname; when these pictures hit the media, everyone will know who you are and what you fuck.”
“Blackmail?” Adam snarled, clenching his fists.
“How much do you want?” The woman’s voice was taut.
“Oh, this isn’t about blackmail. What I want is for both of you to get the hell out of my apartment and never see either of you again. If you come within fifty feet of me, these photos will land in the inbox of every reporter in Denver.”
That seemed to shut both of them up, Avery thought in satisfaction. It was hardly a fair trade, considering how they’d sullied her home, tainted her safe place with their fornication and adultery, but if she never laid eyes on them again… she could deal with it.
Mouth twisted bitterly, Adam yanked the condom off, fisting in it in his hand; she was gratified to note it was empty. The impromptu shower had deprived him of any kind of release. “What about my stuff?”
“Forget about your stuff, Adam! How the hell are we supposed to leave? The crazy bitch threw our clothes out the goddamn window!” Temper igniting, the redhead rose from the bed, reaching for the duvet.
