Best Friends

Tony stared at his phone with bloodshot eyes, gripping it tightly. He lifted his eyes to look at the building and all he could see was Harriett and Damien entangled in white sheets, making love. His heart tightened at that imagination and jealousy filled him.

“Sir? Do I notify Mrs Daniels if your presence?” The middle aged man said and Tony turned to him, his body shaking with anger.

“Miss Edward.” He corrected through gritted teeth, making the poor man writhe in fear.

“She isn’t married to that man.” Tony said, contemplating on his decisions. A few seconds later, he came to a conclusion.

“I’ll be waiting in the living room. Let Harriett know that I am here.” He said and walked into the building, being led by the middle aged man.

Meanwhile, Harriett and her ex-husband, Damien were having their moment and had moved from the wine bar to Damien’s room, both lost in each other’s arms.

Harriet’s heart was thumping loudly as she anticipated their first real sex.

As Damien laid her on