Chapter 2

I had no idea how much time had passed when Reginald finally set me down. Only then did I realize we had reached the third floor, right outside the apartment door.

"Ms. Laurent, who knew you'd be this sensitive? Want to try my—"

"Wh-what?"

Before I could react, Reginald's hand was already groping my backside again.

A shiver ran through me. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me closer. Then, a sudden warmth pressed against my palm.

This texture...

He had shoved my hand straight into his pants!

"Ah... it's... huge..."

The words slipped out before I could stop myself, my fingers instinctively curling around him.

The moment I realized what I was doing, I jerked my hand back, my face burning.

"If you... keep this up... I'll call the police..."

My hands trembled as I fumbled for the apartment key in my document bag.

All I wanted was to finish this job and get as far away from him as possible.

Otherwise, I wasn't sure I could control myself.

But what happened next was beyond anything I could have imagined.

The second the door swung open, a thick, musky scent hit me. The sight that followed exploded in my vision like gunpowder—a man and woman tangled together in the living room.

From where I stood, I could see a slender, naked woman with milky-white skin pinned beneath a towering, muscular Black man on the couch. He was thrusting into her like a wild bull.

"Ah... yes... ruin me..."

The woman trembled violently, her moans bordering on sobs.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, staring in disbelief.

That woman was my colleague—my best friend, Jessica.

"Hey, man, at least take it to the bedroom..."

Reginald strode forward, exchanging a fist bump with the other man before turning to me. "This is my brother, Martin."

"Heh, couldn't wait to enjoy this sweet body..."

My face burned from the obscene display. I deliberately avoided looking at Martin's naked form, quickly scooping up Jessica's dress from the floor and draping it over her.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded.

She had a boyfriend, for God's sake.

How could she sneak around with another man—let alone a stranger—without fear of getting caught?

Jessica clung to my arm, shaking it frantically. "Oh my God, Vivian, you actually showed up!"

Before I could process her words, a sharp ringtone cut through the air.

Her boyfriend was video-calling to check on her.

As it turned out, Jessica had gotten a call over ten minutes ago. Her boyfriend had noticed something off in her voice and demanded an explanation.

In a panic, she lied and said she was with me—that I was just in the bathroom.

She'd been ready to face the consequences, but my timely arrival gave her the perfect alibi.

After ending the call, Jessica begged me to stay the night. Her boyfriend would undoubtedly check again, and if the background changed, she'd be exposed.

Watching her carefree grin, I hesitated but ultimately agreed.

"After all, I can't just let my best friend get dumped, can I?"

That night, as I stood under the shower, the thought crossed my mind.

Yet my face burned, prickling with heat as if on fire. I deliberately avoided acknowledging that staying wasn't strictly necessary.

Worse, my mind kept replaying the image of Jessica tangled with that man—and the outrageous sensation of Reginald forcing my hand against him in the hallway.

Maybe it had been too long since I'd been satisfied, but in that moment, I'd even fantasized about sleeping with him.

The thought horrified me. I pressed my hands to my scorching cheeks.

No. This had to stop. If this continued, something terrible would happen.

"Forget it, forget it all..."

I chanted inwardly, forcing myself to focus on the water cascading over me instead of that man's body.

Just then, Jessica sidled up to me with a sly look. "Vivian... did you get a good look earlier?"

I swallowed hard. "At what?"

Instead of answering, she dug through her clothes and pulled out her phone, playing a video.