I have two more hours before Wynne needed to be up for her appointment with the wound care team and then physical therapy. Two more hours that I would not be able to sleep, knowing just a hallway separated me from the one woman I wanted more than anything in this world, but was never supposed to have. All of Wynne's joking about having all of us has gone straight to my dick lately, and I've finally got a moment alone to tend to the ache that seems to be my new constant companion."Mmm... Ladybug," I whisper to myself, a reel of fantasies flashing through my mind, imagining her perfect tits, pinkish brown nipples puckered with want. Her plump red lips wrapped around my thick cock, saliva dripping from the corners as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. I squeeze a little harder as I sink in to my daydream, pulling in rhythm with her bobbing head in my imagination. "Just like th..."
"Zeph! Do you want to tell me why my moth... OHMYGODI'MSOSORRYOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!"
My hand rips out from under my very tented sheets as my brain finally registers the door opening, just as a cloud of deep red curls retreats and the door slams shut once again.
Fuck.
My face burns with humiliation, my hard-on deflating slowly with the realization that Wynnie just caught me jacking off. No. Not just jacking off. She caught me jacking off while thinking of her. Not that she ever needs to know that minor detail. Still, I need to fix this. If her dad finds out, he may consider this reason enough to have one of his associates decorate my brain with a bullet.
Pulling on the grey sweatpants I wore to bed and grabbing the first t-shirt I find hanging off my dresser, I call after her. She doesn't respond, and I groan at the idea of having to run after her and face my humiliation.
"Wynne," I call down the hall, hanging from my doorway. "Please come back here so we can talk about this." I count to five, straining my ears trying to hear footsteps or breathing or, I don't know, anything that might tell me which direction she ran. I think I hear her in the kitchen, so I walk in that direction.
"I just needed to talk to him. My mom called me because my dad didn't come home tonight and his office is a mess, and it's never a mess, and my mom is freaking out, and she never freaks out, and then I opened his door and I didn't knock... why didn't I knock? I always knock. And I saw him... touching..."
"Wynne Greenwood, if you have ever cared about me at all, please do not finish that sentence," I beg, glaring at Sully as he nearly laughs himself off the counter where he is perched.
"No, Wynnie, please. Do go on. He was touching..." Sully pauses dramatically. "Was he bashin' the bishop, love? Shakin' hands with the governor? Givin' One Eyed Willy a neck massage?"
Wynne's face turns a shade of red I have only ever seen on her, her freckles like tiny little seeds in the world's most beautiful strawberry.
"You said your dad didn't come home last night?" I need to change the subject, and this definitely does the trick. You're your mom check the guest rooms?"
"She did. She even called his secretary. Zeph, his office is in shambles. You know my dad. Operating rooms aren't as sterile as his office. His car is still in the parking garage." Wynne's voice trembles as she talks. "And for some reason my mother thinks that I need to stick to you like glue right now. Wanna tell me what that's about?"
I step in to her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my chin on the top of her head.
"You like a total of five people in this entire world, and three of them live in this apartment," I lie. "If she has to focus on finding out where your dad is, she'd want to know you are with people that care about you, and that you care about."
"But I could be helping her, Zeph," she whines. "Her secretary is filing a police report. I could be helping her find photos of my dad to give to the police or helping clean his office."
I look over her head at Sully upon hearing this bit of information. If what I think has happened, happened, not only will the police not be able to help, their involvement could make things worse. He tilts his head just enough to let me know he agrees it's time for the nuclear option, the one her father set up for us hoping we would never have to use. The one that could destroy his entire family, but possibly be the difference between life and death for him.
"Has anyone called Alessia to see if he is with her?" I murmur into Wynnie's hair.
"Alessia? His intern? Why would he be with her?" Wynne's head lifts, pushing my own back and away from her.
I give my best sheepish look, shoving my hands in my pocket. "It was just an idea, I guess." I'm hoping she sees the obvious lie here, but I look down at my shoes just to sell it a bit more.
"Zephyros, you know you can't lie to me. I always know. Why do you think my dad would be with Alessia?"
"I promised I wouldn't say anything, Wynne, and while my loyalty has always been to you, and not him, I really don't want to break this promise if it's not necessary."
I grab her chin to force her to look me in the eye, distracting her from Sully, who is texting Alessia the code phrase now, and using my phone to transfer funds into the account her father set up for just this scenario.
"Just tell me, Zeph," Wynne demands. Her face is a mixture of fear and hope. I hate myself for lying to her like this, but I would hate myself more if I allowed the police to get involved and it cost her father her life. "Why would my father be with his intern after not coming home last night?"
"I was at this restaurant a few weeks ago for a senior med student dinner," I begin, the practiced lie tasting foul in my mouth. "Your dad was there, with Alessia. At first I assumed they were there for a business meeting... but then..." I paused, not even having to pretend that I didn't want to say what was about to be said. "He pulled her onto his lap and started kissing her."
"He what?" Wynne nearly shouts. "Why would he kiss her? He's married. He's married to my mom!"
"I know. I was so mad, I left my group and confronted him. He swore he was going to break it off that night, Wynne. He swore if I never told you, he would never see her again and fire her. But then, last week..."
"Last week, what?"
"I went to your dad's office to discuss some of my accounts, and she was there, and your dad had her sitting on his desk in front of him as they talked. He told me he was in the middle of breaking things off with her when I walked in, but she didn't seem like a girl who had just been dumped to me."
"So you're saying my dad is cheating on my mom with a skank that's younger than you and I? And you didn't tell me?" Wynne's heartbreak at my betrayal is so clear in her eyes. I hate being the one to hurt her like this, destroying the trust we have built over years of friendship. I hate her father more, for putting me in this position, for asking me to sacrifice her faith in me for him.
"I'm so sorry, Ladybug. I didn't want to be the one to tell you. I don't want to be the person that breaks up your family. But I also don't want you to worry yourself sick over your dad in your condition, if I know he is okay."
"I need to talk to my mom," Wynne says, stepping out of my reach. "I need to tell her to call that little whore and find my father. If he's there, I hope she divorces him and takes everything. How could he do this to us?"
She continues to rant as she closes her bedroom door, and we can hear her as she calls her mom and practically screams the information down the line at her.
I look at Sully, who is looking at me like he knows I just broke my own damned heart for a man that doesn't even deserve to lick my boots. After a moment, though, his soft support turns into a smirk.
"So, she caught ya wankin' it, aye?"
Fuck my life. This day would be the death of me
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Four
RomanceA morning breakfast out with friends shatters the illusion of a safe college life for Wynne Greenwood. When she has to move in with her childhood best friend, Zeph, and his two friends, after being shot in a seemingly random drive-by, she struggles...