Page 10 of My Favorite Secret
Mom eases into a smile, which lessens the guilt withinme. “Bring Tyler with you. I’d love to see him. I’m cooking dinner. I can add an extra place setting for him.”
“Okay. I love you. I’m sorry about canceling on Paul. And I’m sorry I came here against your wishes. I shouldn’t have.”
“Thank you, honey. You’re a good girl. I love you too. See you soon.”
We end the call and I make my way back to Tyler’s bedroom. As I pass Josh’s office, the sound of athudstops me in my tracks.
Tyler’s father is rarely home, and when he is, he’s never home this early. Perhaps Josh made an exception today. I should keep to my own business, but none of his sons have a positive relationship with him, and it would be just like Dan and Killian to go behind his back, snooping around in places they’re not allowed.
I step up to the door, about to turn the handle but find the door already ajar. There’s movement within the office. I can hear the sound of papers being ruffled. I open the door wider, ready to tell Dan and Killian off. Instead, I’m shocked and hot with embarrassment at the display in front of me.
It’s Felix and some naked girl. He’s dressed in his uniform but has her splayed out on his father’s desk. The girl has the same shade of red hair as me, which stings hard. She’s tiny like me too and?—
My god. He’s thrusting into her. My chest burns at the realization.
I’ve walked in on Felix having sex.
I want to run away and erase this moment from my mind. Yet I can’t move. I can’t tear my eyes off the sight of my childhood friend having sex. The exchange between them is so raw. The sounds he makes… They’re so deep and urgent.
There’s nothing romantic about what Felix is doing to this girl. The sight of them is animalistic and vile, and yet I can’t look away, embarrassed to admit how fascinated I am by the girl’s pleasure. She appears both in pain and euphoric.
The few orgasms I’ve given myself have felt good but nowhere near as intense as what this girl must be experiencing. I’m fascinated byhispleasure, even though Ihatethat the redhead is the one giving it to him.
What’s more embarrassing is this sudden violent urge running through my veins, consuming my body. I thought I’d squashed this deranged side of me years ago. I’m terrified to realize it’s been lying dormant and has now risen to the surface, making me feel…murderoustoward this girl for touching what’s mine.
It becomes abundantly clear in this moment. I don’t care how much Felix and I hate each other.
He. Is.Mine.
“Felix, I’m about to come,” she moans.
A dagger-style letter opener lies on an end table next to me. My hand clutches around the handle, fantasizing about stabbing the girl. I want to stab him too.
He keeps thrusting into her, his mouth never leaving her breasts. I watch, seething with jealousy, the girl’s eyes rolling back in her head as she meets her orgasm with a tortured moan.
Felix flips the girl onto her stomach and I get a glimpse of his dick right before he shoves it in her from behind. The girl is laying spent and breathless as Felix’s inked hands grab her ass and he watches where he fucks her.
The tattoos are a new addition. Every time I see Felix, there’s something different about him that feels like a betrayal because this isn’t how things were supposed toend up between us. I’m supposed to know him as intimately as I know Tyler.
The ink extends up his forearms, disappearing beneath the sleeves that are rolled to his elbows. I’ve never been fond of tattoos, but I find myself wanting to pull back the uniform and study them, discovering how much of his body they cover.
His hair always used to be messy. There was something boyish about the style. Now, he wears it slicked back. It makes him look older. Colder. He looks… criminal, like a gangster from the 1920s. His hair is so pale that he looks unnatural and otherworldly.
The girl moans, shifting my attention back to her. Is this Felix’s girlfriend or are they only sleeping together? Whoever she is, he shouldn’t be so rough with her. His thrusts are fast and brutal. It’s repulsive.
What’s more repulsive is that I have this sudden urge for him to do all those things to me. I want him to be as obsessed with me as I am with him.
Ihatethat I feel this way.
I’m disgusted that my panties are wet.
I’m aching between my thighs and throbbing with heat, the way it feels when I’m in need of an orgasm. Except this ache is more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt.
“Felix, who is that?” The girl gasps, noticing me, and scrambles up from the desk to cover herself.
I’m frozen in place, glaring at this girl as my palm tightens around the dagger, filled with the most hatred I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Felix tucks himself away in a leisurely pace, showing no sign of embarrassment. His eyes have me pinned. He doesn’t say anything, just rakes his gaze over me in amanner that makes me feel as though I’m as naked as the girl he just fucked.
