Chapter 5

Two figures were entangled on the couch. They were both familiar people—one was James, and the other was Stephanie. They were getting it on like nobody's business, so caught up in their passion that they seemed to have forgotten I was sleeping in the bedroom.

"Do you think Rina will hear us out here, Jim? Ah! Don't be so rough!" Stephanie moaned.

"Pipe down, you little hussy. She won't hear you if you stop being so loud. Why did you come to me today? Didn't we agree on Tuesdays?" James grunted.

"I missed you. Why did you allow Sabrina to share photos of you but not me?"

"She's my girlfriend—what are you? You and I are just friends with benefits." He laughed.

They didn't bother keeping their voices down as they talked about their dirty deeds. They seemed to think I would completely black out from the drunkenness. I was drunk, not dead.

I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over me as I listened to their conversation. It turned out they'd been hooking up in secr