Chapter 160 HIT

CHLOE’s POV

My eyes were glued to their bodies vulgarly and moving together. Rosie on top of him, grinding, moaning, her eyes closed, while his hands were on her breasts, massaging, kneading.

Even though I couldn't get a good look at Easton's face, I was certain that he was the one I was watching at this very moment. Whose house is this? Whose car was parked outside? It seemed like some kind of sick joke, meant to simply pour salt into a gushing wound that got bigger and bigger the more I watched, the more I understood, and the more I comprehended the situation that was playing out in front of me.

I focused on her moaning mess, her moans that seemed to cut into my brain the moment it entered my head. I watched at the way she moved up and down, her manicured nails leaving red marks on his chest, adding to the collection of fading scratches he already displaying, which informed me that this wasn't their first rodeo.