Chapter 2 Ch 2.

Perry's pov

It was a fast drive from bomas travel agency to Morrison's place, after all, I was pestering the driver to drive faster.

Luckily, we weren't pulled over by the cops.

"Keep the change, sir" I told the driver after paying him.

"Oh, thank you, Miss"

"It's nothing" I replied.

I waited until the driver drove off, before heading towards Morrison's door.

A frown crept onto my face as I realized the door was slightly opened, I furrowed my eyebrows.

Didn't Morrison said he's working overtime? Why is his door open? Or did he get off early?

The frown on my face suddenly turned into a smile, I quickly pushed the door open and rushed in.

He wasn't in the living room, so I rushed to his room, I was just so excited and couldn't wait to see him.

But my fast footsteps slowed down as I come closer to his room, I heard grunts and sounds coming from the room.

Without knocking, I pushed the door open and rushed in, but I froze immediately, my eyes grew wide and I paled.

I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, muffling the shriek that threatened to come out.

All the excitement I was feeling, suddenly left me.

No, this can't be, I denied mentally as l let my eyes scanned the room.

A pink panty was on the floor, female clothes scattered all over the place, couch, table, floor and a pair of red heels randomly tossed aside.

Even Morrison's shirt, pants and neck tie were also scattered all over, but his shoes were still on.

My neck snapped towards the loud squeaky sound coming from the bed, only to see Morrison laying on a woman and moving his hips.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me right now? This mustn't be true, right?.

Is this why Morrison said I shouldn't come over? Is this his so-called working overtime? How could he bring another woman over?

Wait, the most important question is, how long has he being doing this behind me?

"Mo-morrison?" I stuttered softly, but it was loud enough for him to hear me.

He tensed, stopped moving his hips, slowly tilted his head and looked at me, he scoffed and brushed me off as if I'm nothing important.

"Get out!" he growled, grabbing a pillow and threw it at me.

He turned back to the lady underneath him, crashed his lips on hers and continued with his business, as if I wasn't standing there.

I tilted my head and tried to get a glimpse of her, but couldn't since his face was perfect covering hers.

"Morrison, what are you doing?" I asked, even though the answer was glaring at me.

He paused his activity and turned to me, he glared at me for a moment before falling on the space next to the lady.

My mouth curved into an O when I saw who the lady was, I pointed at her in a state of total confusion.

"Bre-brenda?!"

She smirked, leaned closer to Morrison and planted a short kiss on his lips.

"What's going on here?" I asked, looking between them.

Brenda laughed briefly, she rested her head on Morrison's chest and scoffed.

"We're banging each other, isn't it obvious? Or..." she trailed off and chuckled lightly. "...are you blind now?" she said.

Morrison found her words funny and laughed, he faced her and pinched her nose.

"She's not blind, she's just too old to understand what young people do" he said.

Old? I'm too old? They glanced at me and shared a laugh, as if looking at my face alone is funny to them.

My eyes moved between them in utmost disbelief, my boyfriend and best friend are laying naked in bed together, sucking off each other's face... that's just absurd, it's unbelievable.

Could it be they're playing a prank on me? Wait, what am I thinking? Playing a prank while cuddling with each other?