And then she appeared.
Kasmine.
She stepped into view, her frame small and delicate, caught in the golden glow of the chandelier overhead.
And then she froze.
Right there, mid-step, her entire body locked in place as her eyes landed on us… On me.
At the sight of June on her knees, my cock buried in her mouth.
The way her lips parted, a sharp inhale caught in her throat The way her hands twitched, fingers curling like she wanted to claw at something-at me.
And the way her emerald eyes-always so bright, so damn expressive-glistened.
“Ah. Fuck.” I let out a low, throaty moan, dragging June rougher onto my cock, my hips thrusting forward.
I didn’t break eye contact with Kasmine.
Not for a second.
I wanted her to see.
Wanted her to feel it.
Wanted her to burn.
June, who was totally oblivious to the show, whimpered against my length, her moans vibrating against my shaft as she tried to keep up with my pace.
I wish she knew all this wasn’t about her.
It was about the girl standing there-the girl watching.
The girl whose hands were shaking.
And fuck-I was enjoying every bit of it.
“Fuck! June…” I licked my lips, throwing my head backward, my eyes rolling into their sockets for a moment before resting my eyes on Mine again, “You suck me so well, baby, fuck.”
She never left. She just stood there, unmoving, as if struck by lightning
Her reaction-the raw, unfiltered look on her face-was exactly what I’d wanted. I leaned back, enjoying every second of her discomfort, every flicker of pain in her eyes.
Just as her tears began to fall, almost tugging at something in my chest, she covered her mouth with her palms and scurried away back into her room.
A satisfied smirk played on my lips as June kept up with whatever she thought she was doing. But I was done. She had served her purpose.
I detangled my fingers from her hair and stopped thrusting abruptly. She paused, unsure if she should continue or not, but I helped her decide by gently shoving her off.
“What…” She looked as confused as a virgin on her wedding night.
“Go to bed, June. I’m done.”KASMINE
Why the hell was I letting this get to me?
I had no right to feel this way-no right to feel… jealous. Offended. Hurt.
Gods, I was being so stupid.
I clenched my fists, pressing my nails into my palins, anything to ground myself before my emotions spiraled into something I couldn’t control. I wasn’t supposed to care. Not about Kester. Not about what or who he did behind closed doors.
And yet, the image of him of her was burned into my mind, playing in an endless, torturous loop.
I hadn’t seen Kester all day. Hell, he hadn’t even stepped out of his damn room this morning. He’d told the driver and his guards to take me to the office.
I never meant to knock on his door. I swear I didn’t.
But anger was a reckless thing. It had a way of moving my body before my mind could catch up. I was too angry, too shaken, too in need of something close to an explanation that I didn’t even know when my knuckles were rapping against the heavy wood of his door, pretending so fucking badly that I only wanted to check if we were leaving for the office together.
Lies.
But, to my utter dismay, June was the one who answered the door. She was in a different nightie from the one I had seen her in last night.
I didn’t need to be told what that meant.
Kester had ruined the other one. Torn it apart. Probably while he was deep inside her.
My stomach twisted violently, but I swallowed it down, forcing my expression into something indifferent. Unbothered. But all I could see was the image of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock while he….
Stop.
I forced myself to breathe. Forced my lips into a polite, meaningless smile.
“Is Kester inside?” I asked, my voice perfectly even as if I wasn’t seconds away from breaking my own damm neck just to make the agony stop.
And what did she say? “Oh, Kasmine, Kester is a bit too tired this morning. He says you should go ahead of him.”
My heart almost stopped at her words. My knees nearly buckled. I barely held my balance, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I swore I tasted blood.
Too tired.
Too tired to even get out of bed?
Kester never missed work. Never. Not for anything. Not for anyone.
-But today?
Today, he was “too tired.”
Because of her.
Because he’d spent the entire night fucking her senseless.
The bastard. The shameless bastardl… It was past 2 pm already, and he was still not here. Still probably fucking June. Asshole.
Yet He had the audacity to pretend with me, spin his pretty little lies, and act as if I meant something to him. Only a fool would take Kester’s words seriously. And maybe just maybe I was the biggest fool of all.
“Kasmine!”
Jake’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and for the first time, I hated that he was here.
Why didn’t he have a different office? Better yet, why did Kester even have to bring him to Zamford?
Couldn’t he just let me be?
“What?!” I snapped, harsher than I intended, and when he flinched, looking so damn innocent, a pang of guilt hit me square in the chest.
His voice was softer when he spoke again. “Is everything okay, babe? You look-“
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