Chapter 2

2

After leaving the bathroom, Barrett acted as if nothing had happened.

He stood by the window, but his eyes kept drifting to the laundry hanging on the balcony.

I was flustered and didn't know what to say to make him leave.

Suddenly, Barrett pulled off his jacket and draped it over his shoulder.

His tanned, solid muscles caught the sunlight, looking incredibly rugged and attractive.

The wine was working through my system, and for a split second, I lost track of who was in the room.

"I guess I'll head out then," Barrett said after a few minutes of silence.

He turned toward the door, but then he stopped right in front of my new gear.

"What's this supposed to be?" he asked, reaching for it.

"Hey! Don't touch that!"

I lunged to grab it from him. During the struggle, a small pink toy fell out of my pocket.

Barrett froze, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

He leaned down to get a closer look, then stood up and stared me down.

The heat in his gaze felt like it could swallow me whole.

In a moment of drunken madness, I actually stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Caleb," I whispered.

Barrett froze, staring at me. Just then, a notification pinged on my phone, snapping me back to reality.

Damn it. I had actually mistaken him for my boyfriend.

Shame and guilt washed over me, and I looked down at the floor.

I slowly walked to the door and pulled it open, signaling for him to leave.

But Barrett didn't move. Instead, he lunged onto Sage's bed.

He crossed his legs and started humming a tune as if he owned the place.

I felt helpless. I kept wondering where the hell Caleb was.

If he didn't show up soon, his girlfriend was going to be in a very awkward situation with another man.

I sent him several texts, but he didn't reply.

Barrett just sat there on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

Fuming with frustration, I poured myself another glass of wine and downed it.

Finally, a message from Caleb popped up: "I'll be there in a second."

I was ecstatic. I threw my glass aside and started dancing around, completely forgetting Barrett was there.

In my manic state, I grabbed a bundle of clothes and headed for the washing machine.

I had forgotten I'd set a timer on the machine earlier that morning.

Like a fool, I managed to get myself wedged inside the drum of the washer.

Bent over with my hips stuck in the air, I was completely trapped.

"Ow! Help!"

I struggled for two minutes. The alcohol made it hard to breathe.

My calls for help turned into desperate pleas as the air felt thin.

Just as I felt like I might pass out, I heard footsteps behind me.

Based on the timing, it had to be Caleb.

He didn't say anything. He just started running his fingers over my exposed skin.

The touch sent shivers through me, and my drunken state amplified every sensation.

"Stop it… you're so bad…"

"Someone else is here!" I whispered, but he didn't listen.

He kept playing with me, his touch becoming bolder and more intense.

"Okay, okay… just let me out first, then we can play…"

I was panting, my voice thick with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

But he didn't stop. He just kept exploring my body.

My breathing became more labored, and small moans escaped my lips.

Caleb was being so wicked!

He remained silent, then gave me a firm slap on the rear before I heard a zipper sliding down.

The scent of male pheromones filled the air―strong, hungry, and raw.

"Quick! Get me out!" I shouted, starting to panic.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like this?"

Caleb?

That was Caleb's voice!

The weight on my chest lifted instantly. He was finally here.

"Let me get you out of there."

"Wait… actually, don't…"

Once I knew it was Caleb, I didn't want to leave.

We had tried many things, but this was a whole new level of excitement.

I wanted to keep going, but he insisted on pulling me out.

When I finally turned around, I gasped. It wasn't Caleb. It was Barrett.

My chest was heaving as I stared at him in shock.

"You? How is it you?"

He gave me a devious, predatory grin.

"Why can't it be me?"

"Baby…" My God, when he lowered his voice to say that, he sounded exactly like Caleb.

I was ruined. He had seen everything and done even more.

I was so mortified I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

"Since you seem to want it so bad, why don't we just…"

Barrett grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bathroom. I couldn't fight his strength.

He pressed his body against mine, his skin radiating a heat that felt like it would set me on fire.

"Can I?" he whispered.

I couldn't even form a sentence. My heart was thudding against my ribs.

Barrett's expression turned dark and hungry. He did something even more extreme.

He ripped off his shirt and pulled me into a crushing embrace.

I could feel his heart racing with pure lust.

Before I could react, he crashed his lips onto mine in a deep, desperate kiss…

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