It’d been weeks since it’d happened.

Since he made you feel like you were his in every way he could. Since you made him feel like you didn’t see him as a monster.

And it’s been weeks since you two had to pretend it never happened. Pretend you two didn’t spend that night together. Pretend it wasn’t the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

Because nobody could know. Nobody could know that you and James slept together. Because of Sharon.

His girlfriend of 8 months. And your ex-bestfriend.

“What do you mean you’re checking the security footage? What are you even looking for?” Steven asked Anthony, your father, as he stood beside the man, his arms crossing over his broad chest.

“‘m tryna see who ate my goddamn donut.” Your father responded, touching the screen, dragging the dot on the line back.

The team were all watching, amused looks on their faces as your father used his security system to hunt down his donut and the thief.

“Dammit, I went too far back—…..”

Silence went through the room at the camera footage, that everyone was seeing.

James had you pinned against the kitchen counter, no space between the two of you as you practically devoured one another.

You blinked, suddenly tense in your spot on the couch beside Natalia.

No, no, no, no, no—

You didn’t dare look at James, who was sat beside his girlfriend. You didn’t dare look at the look on Sharon face.