Page 2 of Revenge Puck

Step inside, half expecting an alarm system to begin beeping out its ten second countdown warning.

Kennedy’s apartment is big and bright, with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Glass everywhere. An uninterrupted view of the city below, the entire place designed to leave nothing hidden.

And yet…

I tread lightly, door clicking shut behind me; every one of my instincts is on edge as my eyes scan every corner and doorway as if expecting to find Declan slumped somewhere, broken or drunk.

The living room is empty.

Kitchen, too.

I drift farther, gaze snagging on the counter. Several empty wine bottles. Take-out containers stacked haphazardly. Dirty plates pushed aside like no one bothered to clean up because they were too busy doing something else.

A half-eaten slice of cake.

I follow the soundless apartment down the hall, my pulse thudding in my ears, until I stop outside the bedroom door.

This time I don’t knock.

Like an idiot, I push the door open without announcing myself—a decision I immediately regret.

My eyes take in the scene rapidly, brain finding it impossible to process what I’m seeing. I thought I’d find Declan alone—possibly despondent. Instead, I see?—

Bailey.

For several seconds, I barely know where to look—or how to breathe because that woman he’s fucking? Ismygirlfriend.

Mine.

Not his.

Head tipped back, Bailey’s hands grip the headboard for leverage, and her tits bounce as she fucks him, whining moansI’m all too familiar with. Felt them against my skin dozens of times.

In my bed. In hers.

Declan smacks her ass, hard, fingers squeezing. Digging in possessively like he owns her, and that’s when it hits me: This isn’t a one-time thing.

This is not a mistake. They did not get drunk and fall into bed together last night.

They’ve done this before. Probablymany times.

Behind my back.

I stand frozen, blood draining from my face. Fists clench as I stare down at them from the doorway, waiting for one of them to notice me. I can’t fucking move.

It’s sick,I know, but I can’t for the life of me look away.

Bailey moves with ease, working his dick. It makes my stomach churn how confident, practiced, and in control she is; this is a choice she’s fully committed to. She leans down, mouth brushing his neck, blonde hair spilling forward as she murmurs something I can’t hear, marveling in the power she has over him.

Declan groans loudly. His hands grip her waist, guiding her faster. Faster. “Fuck yeah, babe…”

Babe.

The word hits my chest like a gunshot, echoing through me as my girlfriend lets out a broken little sound: I know that sound.

She’s about to come.

And in that exact second, something inside me dies.