Chapter 25: Walk In
Hailee’s POV
The door creaked open slowly under my hand. The moment I stepped inside, the warmth of the room hit me—but it wasn’t comforting. It was suffocating. Heavy. Thick with the sharp, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex.
I took one cautious step forward, the tray trembling in my hands, my gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room. The sound struck me first—wet, rhythmic. Low, breathy moans tangled with harsh, guttural whispers. Skin slapping against skin.
My brows furrowed. My heart skipped a beat. My gaze flicked up—confused, unprepared—and that’s when I saw them. A woman, bent over the table, gripping the edge like her life depended on it. Her eyes were shut tight, mouth open in a silent cry. And behind her—thrusting into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips—was a young man. His hands gripped her hips like he owned her. Like he didn’t care who saw.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My feet were rooted to the floor as my brain tried to process what I was looking at. Then... he looked up. Straight at me. His eyes met mine—deep brown, emotionless. There was no panic. No shame. Just a slow, deliberate smirk, as if he wanted me to see. I swallowed hard and turned to leave, but his deep, commanding voice froze me in place.
"Stop."
I stopped. But I didn’t turn around. My hands tightened on the tray, and I could hear movement behind me—the soft rustle of clothes, the creak of the table... and the woman’s voice.
"Please... let me cum," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate.
The young man chuckled. "Some other time, darling. And thank you... for the welcome gift."
Welcome gift? I frowned. Was... that what the sex was? A gift for his arrival? A wave of disgust and confusion rolled over me. I wanted to walk away, pretend I hadn’t seen anything—but again, his voice stopped me.
"Turn around."