Chapter 18[r18]
I zeroed in on the guy stepping out of the small car. He was average height, pretty chubby, and wearing a beat-up raincoat that made it tough to see his face. But with his hefty build and that black car, I got a bad feeling.
I couldn't believe what I was thinking. I watched as he pulled a case of beer from the trunk, then walked to the back door of the Jeep, took off his raincoat hood, and yelled, "Jack, that was awesome! The beer's here." Then he swung open the back door.
That voice and look. It was definitely him!
Noah! My roommate. What the hell was he doing here? Did he know Jack? I was totally thrown, my mind spinning like crazy, feeling like I'd been smacked with a baseball bat.
Noah Miller. Short, fat, dark-skinned, ugly. Five-foot-five, maybe 220 pounds.
Big head, big ears, greasy curls. Always smiling. Always talking dirty. We got along, we were roommates, we were... friends? But I never expected to see him here.
I hid in the bushes under the shadow of a tree, watching as the car door opened.
Blood rushed to my head, and I felt like my veins were about to burst. Inside the car was a sleazy scene, and Noah, that jerk, saw it all. Lily's pale body was exposed, sitting on the black leather back seat.
Her head was tilted back, her usually elegant face covered in some unknown liquid, her eyes half-open, biting her red lower lip, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. Her arms were holding onto the front and back seats, her full breasts being groped by two large male hands, her waist twisting, her long legs spread in an 'M' shape, her feet dangling outside the seat.