TWENTY FOUR

Vincent's POV

Rebecca walked into the room without her usual smile, her eyes were turning red, her voice cold is towards me.

"So, you're fucking your omega behind my back."

I try to calm her down, my hands raised in a placating gesture. "Rebecca, it's not what you think."

But she cuts me off, her words dripping with venom. "Don't lie to me, Vincent. I know what you did."

I sigh, knowing I can't deny it. Instead, I try to distract her, my fingers tracing her arms, her shoulders, her neck. She shivers under my touch, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Let's not fight, Rebecca," I whisper, my lips inches from hers. "Let's make up instead."

She hesitates, her anger wavering. And I take advantage of that, my mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss. We stumble towards the bed, we stripped off our clothes just left with our inner wears, and our bodies entwined.

I grabs one of her breasts, her lips still against my skin, and I feel my dick getting hard in between my boxers.

“Ah, ah,” An embarrass