MA Ch 23 Crocodile Tears

Matt pulled on his briefs and jeans but no shirt. Chey put on a tank top and shorts. She decided to not wear a bra or panties.

They weren’t going anywhere right now. They went downstairs hand in hand. Angel was in the kitchen talking to the housekeeper.

“So, what did you need?” Matt asked.

“Matt I am so sorry, had I known, well I would have knocked. I mean I’m not used to knocking, you know that. We’ve never had to before.” Angel said.

Matt seemed confused. And Chey saw it for what it was, a ploy. One to interrupt them, and two to make Chey think they, in the past, were into going into each other’s room.

“Well Angel, what did you think two adults were doing in a bedroom in the middle of the day with the door closed?” Chey interrupted.

“I ah I didn’t think.” Angel replied.

Then Angel burst into tears and ran out of the house. Of course, Matt went to follow her.

“Seriously?” Chey said, pissed.

“What?” Matt asked.

“Hook, line, and sinker! Unbelievable!” Chey said.

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