Gasping for breath, I clutched the doorknob. The moment I pushed the door open, a thick, humid scent of intimacy hit me in the face. Kizzie and Keon’s tangled moans and the sound of fabric tearing nearly pierced my eardrums.
I broke down, slamming the door shut.
Sliding down against the wall, I hugged my head, curling into myself as despair swallowed me whole.
"Enough! I’ve had enough! I don’t want to hear it! Not a single word!"
I had no idea how much time had passed before the door creaked open again.
The soft sound of running water drifted in from the bathroom.
Kizzie stood there, dressed in something skimpy, her face flushed. Faint red marks dotted her slender neck. She leaned against the doorframe with a smug air, looking down at me with pure disdain.
Her voice was laced with venom as she said, "Throwing yourself at Keon so presistently. You’re also desperate to have his baby! Do you even hear yourself?"
"Since you're so eager to spread your legs, does it feel good now? One word from me and all three of them could have their way with you. Maybe next time, I'll just dump you on the street and see how long you last."
She took a step closer, forcing me back.