Page 13 of Fraud
My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to kill the faceless guy who was with her. Actually, I kind of wanted to give both of them a piece of my mind.
“Tell me how much you love it! Tell me—”
When I forced the door open, I hated the scene in front of me. Kim was splayed out beneath some douche of a guy. With a look of shock on her face, she instantly went to cover herself.
“What the hell, man?” the naked guy hollered.
I tried my best to ignore him, but he reminded me of one of those models on a spray-tan commercial. Too buff, too orange, and not much going on upstairs.
“You mind covering your dick?” I said, throwing him a piece of clothing I’d picked up off the floor.
“You mind explaining who the hell you are?”
“You first,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest.
The guy might be big enough to eat me for breakfast, but considering the shit-tacular day I’d been served, I was willing to take him on.
“Who is this guy?” the meathead asked Kim, turning to her for answers.
“Um,” was all she could manage to say.
All I could do was laugh. It came out of nowhere, and when it started, I couldn’t stop. I doubled over, laughing like a fucking lunatic, right there in the middle of her bedroom, while Mr. Roid Rage and the girl my drunk ass had thought was something special stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
Hell, maybe I had.
“Are you okay, Killian?” Kim asked, genuine concern written across her face.
I held a hand up as tears rolled down my face from the sheer force of my laughter. “I’m good. Really. You two carry on. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I don’t even know why I was angry to begin with. You and me”—my hand gestured between Kim and me—“we’re not even exclusive. We’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks, so I don’t know why I expected anything more. I mean, I did just leave your apartment, like, a handful of hours ago, and he’s probably fucking you right on the same cum spot I made this morning. But who cares? Seriously, no big deal.”
They both looked at me, mouths gaped wide open.
“You two kiddos have fun. Oh, and—” I turned to the dude still holding a pink T-shirt over his dick. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Vincent.”
I nodded my head. “Of course. Vincent. She loves it when you suck on her toes. Just a little insider tip from me to you.”
I walked out, feeling better than I had in a while. As I made my way to the door, I stopped short, spotting Kim’s laptop on the kitchen counter.
There, on the side, was her flash drive. One thing I’d learned about Kim was that she was a tad neurotic. She liked to triple save everything—first, on her hard drive, then on a flash drive or two, and lastly, on the cloud. We’d had an extensive conversation over a bottle of wine one night about how ridiculous the whole process was, but right now, I was greatly appreciative of her madness.
Because I was going to take advantage of it.
Walking with purpose, I stepped right over to that laptop and grabbed the flash drive. Then, I turned back around without a second thought.
Hope you enjoy your boy toy, Kim.
Thanks for the scoop on your new author.
I might have whistled a song or two the whole way home because I had nothing to lose.
What do they say about starting from the bottom?
Oh, that’s right. There’s nowhere to go but up.
And that was exactly where I planned to go.
