The second Sky slammed the car door shut, the whole frame shuddered with the force.
“Jesus f*****g Christ, Angel!” Xavier barked, choking on the sip of whiskey he’d just taken. “What the f**k?! Are you trying to break my goddamn door?!”
Sky didn’t even look at him. She sat stiff, hands clenched, jaw locked like she was chewing through a brick.
“Can you believe,” she started, voice low, trembling with rage, “I walked into my apartment and found Gloria riding Robert’s d**k. On. My. Bed.”
Xavier froze, his glass halfway to his lips.
Then he choked.
“Wait, what?” He coughed, sputtered, then let out a sharp, shocked laugh. “On your bed?! Ew, what the f**k?!”
Sky turned slowly, eyes glowing with wrath.
“They were so deep into it they didn’t even see me standing there. Her ass was bouncin
