“Helen. “I don’t care where you thought he was. He’s—”
I grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open in one fluid motion, hearing the sound of a button as it flew off her shirt and hit a wall. I extracted the hand between her legs and grasped a breast with my wet fingers, grinding a rock-hard nipple under my palm as I pushed my hips forward. We’d only been fucking for a handful of minutes, but that was all it took for her to cum on my cock. “What can we do to make this right?”
“I already told you,” I said. Still, despite my reluctance, I spoke up. Me or him.”
“Marcus—”
“Mr. Price!”
“Don’t worry, Candice,” Karl said. “What did you tell Roger when he texted you?” I asked. I also want him arrested.”
“If you have Roger arrested,” William said, “Helen and Ashlee will be arrested as well.”
Ashlee, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about, but Helen…
“What?