Noah (28 page)

I got the surprise of a lifetime
when I walked into his bedroom and caught him fucking Lexi Sanders.
Lexi was a year younger than us in school and I knew she had always
had a crush on Brock, but I never thought I had to worry about her.
He was devoted to me. When his eyes landed on me in the doorway, he
got up and tried to explain, but I wouldn't let him. I
didn
’
t even wait to hear his excuse. I
stormed out of his apartment, climbed into my Toyota Yaris, and
started to drive.

I didn't know where to go at
first, but I knew I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to have
to explain everything to my parents and sister. I also
didn
’
t want to risk the possibility of
my parents defending Brock to me.

I didn't really understand what I was doing, but one
minute I was so upset I thought I should pull over, and the next
minute I picked up my phone and logged into Facebook. I got Tawny's
address from our private messages and plugged her address into my
GPS. I started to drive and never looked back.

My phone was going crazy with missed calls and
texts, but I ignored them all. I finally checked my phone that
evening when I checked in to a motel in Iowa. I called my little
sister and let her know I was okay. I didn't tell her where I was
or when I'd be home. I just told her I'd call her in a few
days.

Now I'm in California, looking for the next street
I'm supposed to turn onto. A few minutes later my GPS leads me to a
gated community.

"This must be some mistake," I whisper to myself.
"There is no way Tawny can afford to live here."

There is a security tower to my left and an older
man walks over and knocks on my window. I roll it down, preparing
to let him know I'm lost.

"Name?" The security officer asks. I'm caught off
guard.

"Um... My name is Autumn, Autumn Adams."

He looks down on his clipboard and back up to
me.

"I don't see an Autumn Adams on the list."

"That's okay, sir. I actually just think I'm lost,"
I pull my GPS off my dashboard and hand it to the security guard.
"My friend Tawny lives in this neighborhood. I'm having a hard time
finding the street."

He looks down at the address and hands me back my
GPS.

"You're at the right spot, honey. You're looking for
Jared Reynolds' place. I'll open the gates. Just drive up the hill
and turn at the first street on the right. His house is at the very
end of the block. You can't miss it with the party he's throwing
tonight, and the houses being so far apart."

I want to question him and ask who Jared is, but
he's already left me and opened the gate. I drive in and follow his
directions. The homes in this subdivision are enormous. Something
I've only seen in a movie.

How can Tawny afford to live here?

I make a right at the top of the hill and pull up to
the last house on the block. I cut the engine and stare up at the
house in front of me. I'm hit with floor to ceiling windows on
every floor. It looks to be about three stories tall and the
U-shape driveway leads to a six-car garage. A few minutes go by
before I realize I'm just staring.

I get out of my vehicle and stretch my legs; they're
aching from three days of limited mobility. I pull out my duffle
bag from the backseat of my car. That's one of the benefits of my
impromptu road trip; I still had my bags in the car from when I
left MSU. I leave the rest of my luggage in the Yaris.

I head up to the house and reach a set of dark
wooden doors. I find the doorbell and ring it, anxious to see my
friend. I'm looking around the outside of the property as I'm
waiting for someone to answer the door. The landscaping is
impeccable. Every bush is perfectly trimmed, the lawn is cut to
perfection, and the flowers are in full bloom. After a minute with
no answer I ring the doorbell a few times in a row. It's probably
obnoxious, but I need to get someone's attention over the loud
music coming from inside the house. There is still no answer and
I'm about to just walk in, when a woman in her late twenties opens
the door while lighting her cigarette.

"Hi," she slurs as she trips over the threshold.

"Hi... um... is Tawny home?"

She looks over at me questioningly, "And you
are?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, how incredibly
rude. I'm Autumn, Autumn Adams, and I'm a friend of Tawny's," I
reach my hand out to shake hers and when she
doesn
’
t return the gesture I feel like
I should explain a little more. "She said I could come visit her
whenever I want. She even offered to help me find work if I wanted
to move out here."

After the words leave my mouth the stranger's face
lights up.

"I'm Kelly, Jared's assistant," she pauses to take a
drag of her cigarette. "Tawny's not here, but you can crash in her
room. Go to the second floor and make a left, her room is the first
door on the left. Drop your bag off and come party with us. Jared's
parties are legendary around here."

Kelly is no longer slurring her words, but her eyes
are bloodshot. I thank her and head inside. The music instantly
assaults my ears. It's definitely not something I would willingly
choose to listen to. Techno music isn't my thing.

I look around the open space, hoping to find the
stairwell somewhere in the sea of people. The women surrounding me
are scantily dressed and almost all of them are surgically
enhanced. Two women are up on tables in just thongs and tassels to
cover their breasts, while they dance provocatively. I try to avoid
making eye contact with anyone and I finally spot the stairs at the
other end of the large room.

I squeeze my way past the crowd, being pulled into a
hard chest or two by some eager hands. Luckily, I am able to keep
walking. I pass the kitchen on my left while I make my way to the
stairs and see a group of people doing shots. I also see two women
cutting what I assume is coke, before snorting it up their
noses.

I reach the bottom of the spiral staircase and make
my way up to the second floor. When I reach the top I look down to
the open area, hoping that my friend is here somewhere. I know
Kelly said she wasn't, but Kelly was also drunk off her ass and
possibly high.

As my eyes take in the scene below, my heart feels
like it stops. In the corner of the open space is possibly the
sexiest man I have ever seen. I watch him as he moves to the beat
of the pounding rhythm. There is a woman in front of him dressed in
a short mini skirt, and what looks like a bra three sizes smaller
than what she should be wearing. Her bleach blonde hair is down
past her shoulders, and she is grinding against his leg while
kissing his neck. The brunette behind him is wearing a pair of
bootie shorts and is topless. She is rubbing her silicone breasts
against the guy's back.

I've never seen anything like this before. I'm not
completely naive, I've seen a few drunken threesomes in my college
days, but these women are throwing themselves at him in public, and
they're practically naked. I should look away, but I can't. The
blonde in front of him removes her lips from his neck and pulls his
t-shirt over his head.

Sweet mother of...

His body is a masterpiece. His arms are perfectly
sculpted and his abs perfectly chiseled. He's not too bulky; I'd
compare his body type to Ryan Gosling. Every inch of flesh on his
chest, back, and arms is covered in tattoos. I have an impulsive
urge to lick him.

Get it together, Autumn. Those girls beat you to
it.

The blonde in front reattaches her lips to the man's
neck as she continues to dry hump his thigh. The woman behind him
is now rubbing her breasts up and down his back while kissing
between his shoulder blades. I watch as her hands reach around his
body and dip into the front of his jeans.

Okay, I've seen enough.

I'm about to look away when the
guy's eyes meet mine. I'm too embarrassed to move. He's caught me
watching the show the two girls are putting on. I should walk away
and find Tawny's room, but I can't. It's like his eyes have
captured mine and I need him to give me permission to be released.
The blonde
’
s mouth moves to his and he opens
for her, but his eyes never leave mine. He's turned on from me
watching.

I'm turned on by me watching. I can feel my panties
getting wet and my hard nub looking for some attention.

I'm frozen in place and
don
’
t know what to do. Thankfully he
breaks eye contact first. The brunette
’
s hands
start to unbutton his jeans and he looks down to see what she is
doing. This breaks the invisible hold he has on me, and I run down
the hallway to Tawny's bedroom before I accidentally look at him
again.

I walk in and shut the door behind me, locking it so
no one comes in.

I shouldn
’
t have come
here. I've been in the house for ten minutes and I've already seen
more than I've ever seen before. It was like watching a live action
adult film downstairs, or at least I assume that's what an adult
film consists of. I've never seen one.

I turn on the bedroom light and
look around the room. I see pictures of people I recognize from
back home with Tawny and a picture of the two of us together. My
hair is shorter in the picture, and colored red for Halloween
because I was Lindsay Lohan that year. I smile at the memory of
that Halloween. It was the only Halloween I wasn
’
t
forced into a couple's costume with Brock.

I plop down on her bed and bring the duffle bag with
me. I'm so tired from the long drive, and it's finally catching up
to me. All I want to do is go to bed.

Well, that's not all I want to do. A part of me
wants to go back downstairs and look for that hot guy. Something
about him is so appealing and it might feel good to hook up with
someone after what Brock did to me. I mean I've only ever been with
Brock. I could be missing out on something spectacular.

No. No, I need to be clearheaded and reasonable.

I change into a pair of white cheer shorts and a
tank top. There is a connecting bathroom to Tawny's room so I
quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before coming back into her
bedroom. I turn the light out and lay down in bed. The noise from
the party would usually keep me up, but I'm so tired it doesn't
bother me and I fall asleep within a few minutes, dreaming of the
mystery man downstairs.

★★★

I wake up to the bright sun coming through the floor
to ceiling windows in Tawny's room. It takes me a second to
remember where I am and why I'm here. I stretch out my arms and
legs and look around the large bedroom. I'm a little shocked
Tawny's not here. I figured she would have come in late last
night.

I pick my duffle bag up off the floor and quickly
brush through my long dirty blonde hair. I'm nervous to leave the
room and find Jared. That's the name Kelly told me, right? I wasn't
sure if Kelly told him I was here or if he was going to kick me
out, so I want to make sure I don't have bed head when I meet
him.

I'm not a knock out in the looks department, but I'm
not unlucky either. I have long, wavy, dirty blonde hair that goes
down past my shoulder blades. My green eyes have a tint of yellow
and blue in them. I'm average height, one hundred thirty pounds,
and my legs are muscular from cheerleading and soccer. I have full
C-cup breasts and I also have a nice booty, but luckily it isn't
too big.

Guys seem to like the way I look
and I was hit on all the time in college, but I always ignored it
because I was with Brock. Now I
’
m going to have
to see what kind of guys my looks will attract.

I know I should be more upset about the whole Brock
thing, but I'm not. I mean I'm upset that he cheated, but I'm not
upset that it's over. I had love for Brock, but I never got that
butterfly feeling, I had never fallen in love with Brock.

I think I was more hurt that he cheated on me. I
think cheating is pretty shitty. You should just break up with your
significant other if you want to sleep with someone else. Now I'm
going to be second-guessing our entire relationship. Was he
cheating the whole time? Do I need to get an STD check?

I decide to stop the internal debate running through
my brain and leave Tawny's bedroom. My first stop will be the
kitchen where I'll hopefully find a brewed pot of coffee. My second
stop will be to find Jared.

I leave the bedroom and start to make my way down
the long hallway when the sounds coming from across the hall stop
me. I hear a woman moaning and the sound of a male grunting. It's
hard to make out, but I think I hear a hand slapping flesh and a
woman's playful scream. They obviously don't care who can hear them
because they are choosing not to be quiet.

"Yes... right there, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't
stop," the girl's high-pitched voice is almost unbearable. How a
guy can think that is sexy is beyond me. When the second female
starts talking I'm completely shocked.

"You like that, baby? What do you want me to do to
her while she rides your cock?"

The male's voice is too low to make out and I don't
want to hear anymore. I'm definitely not in Michigan anymore.

I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
It's a modern style kitchen with stainless steel appliances. The
cabinets are white with a lot of detail in the wood, just like
almost everything else I've seen in the house, and the counters are
black granite. The kitchen is surprisingly spotless. An outsider
would never know a party had gone on here just a few hours ago.