THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

49: 'Suck my clit you fucking shit'

Warning: This chapter contains slight mentions of physical torture. Read at your own risk.

GAVIN

This is so humiliating.

I never thought a day would come when I would be hiding under a stranger's bed like a fucking creep.

"We need to think of a strategy." Natasha who was lying next to me, under the bed whispered. In case you are wondering, yes, she's the one who came up with this ridiculous idea of hiding under bed. Which was dusty and littered with cobwebs, stinky socks and shoes by the way.

"Couldn't you have thought of a better place to hide?" I whispered, my gaze settling on her form. Cobwebs were tangled in her hair, making her look like a character out of a poorly written horror film.

"Would you have preferred the guy to walk in on us in his apartment? Because that's what would have happened had I not thought of this hiding spot." She murmured.

"Hmm...and whose idea was it to break into his apartment in the first place?" I fired back, irritated by a spider which was crawling on my face. I swatted it off, using the palm of my hand. My face was beginning to feel itchy and I'm pretty sure rashes was splotched on it.

"Gavin, we could play blame games all fucking day under this shitty bed or come up with a strategy on how to take down the black mailer."

"Okay. I would love to hear this strategy..."Before I could complete my sentence, she placed her small dusty palm in front of my mouth, thus halting my speech. Annoyance swam through me as I shot a glare at her. What the fuck? If she didn't want to hear what I had to say, she should have just told me instead of literally blocking my mouth.

"SShhh...someone's coming." She alerted me with a hushed whisper, prompting my eyes to shift to the door which was closed. The door was suddenly pushed open and not one but two pairs of feet sauntered into the room. One of them was a female, judging by the heels on her pedicured feet.

"Pat, are you sure that this is going to work?" The female inquired, strolling towards the bed. He followed close behind. He had worn a pair of faded red converses. They appeared dusty and the sole on the left shoe was worn out. So, the black mailer's name is Pat. That's some place to start.

"Yes babe. I am sure that this will work. I just need to finish this job for him. He promised to pay me good money. We'll be sorted for life." The voice was not masculine as I had expected, in fact it was feminine. Pat is a girl, not a guy? This certainly changes everything.

"I really hope that you are right and that this guy you are working for keeps his word. I just need this plan to work." The lady in heels plopped on the bed, causing it to sink slightly from her weight.

"It will work, babe. We are going to live like queens. I promise you." She joined her on the bed, adding more weight to the creaky bed. "Now, you did not come all the way here dressed like that to just talk."

"You are right. I came here because I miss you."

"I miss you too, Mona."

Next thing we heard were sounds of kissing and moaning as clothes were piled on the floor in front of us. The old, wooden bed squeaked vigorously as the two females carried on with their activities. Please bed, don't collapse on us, was my only prayer in that moment. Felt like I was trapped in a lesbian porn nightmare. At some point, one of them screamed...like really loudly. Pretty sure my ear drums burst.

After what felt like hours, their wild sex finally came to a conclusion. Thank God we made it through in one peace.

"I have to go." One of them said, climbing off the bed.