“He hired me.”
“You spent evenings at their home. He was there.”
“Yeah... We both fucked her,” he says casually, his eyes evading mine.
His posture relaxes as if a weight has lifted off his chest.
“If he was home, we’d fuck at their place, and he’d be part of it. If he wasn’t home, I’d fuck her at my place, or in the car... or whatever place would catch her imagination or mine.”
“And he knew?”
“Every fucking thing. That was the whole deal. He wanted her satisfied and also to have a sense of control over her. He liked me, and I liked him.”
“Have you two...?”
“Touch each other?” he offers, the ghost of a smile brushing his lips. “No. But he liked to share her. He got extremely turned on when we double-penetrated her. And she was fucking hot.”
I clench my teeth, my nails digging into the tablecloth.
“You wanted the truth, Senna,” he says, flashing a cold smile.
“I’m good,” I say, pretending I don’t care.
“How long have you been doing this?”
“Them? A couple of months.”
“Like a menage?”
“Hardly. We’re all busy people, but you probably know that.”
“You were with her at that event.”
“She was there because of her business. He couldn’t make it on time, and I kept her company.”
“How could you do that?” I ask, struggling with disbelief.
“Keeping her company?” he asks, his dark humor hurting him as much as it hurts me.
“Fucking her for money.”
“It wasn’t the money. I don’t need to do anything for money.”
“Was it fun?”
He slowly shakes his head, staring blankly at the table.
“It was at the moment, but it never lasted.”
“Why would you do it?”
A sad chuckle almost doesn’t make it to his lips.
His handsome face is drenched in sadness.
“It was the same old reason?”
The corners of his lips lift into a bitter smile, his eyes avoiding mine.