And he was part of me.
Bracing myself, I knocked on the door. Kate’s voice rose inside. I couldn’t make out the words, but it was loud. Was she telling me to come in?
I wavered for a second. “Kate? Can I come in?”
“Yes,” she shouted back.
I twisted the handle and stepped inside. “Hey, Kate. Sorry to interrupt but?—”
I froze, unable to believe what I was seeing.
I was interrupting, alright.
Because my fiancée was sat on the edge of a baby grand piano with her wedding dress pushed up to her waist, head thrown back in ecstasy. I realised her shout of ‘yes’ hadn’t been related to me knocking at all.
It was thanks to her stepbrother, who had his face buried between her legs.
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“What the fuck?”
My disbelieving question finally alerted Kate to my presence. Her head snapped up, all the blood draining from her face. “Ryan? Oh fuck.Oh fuck.”
Her hands shot down to shove Rafe away. He must’ve known I was there, but he didn’t move. Not until she grabbed his hair, twisting sharply. “Rafe,stop.”
Rafe finally pulled away. He rose to his feet to face me, slowly licking his lips. “Delicious.”
God, he was an arrogant arsehole.
Just like Dominic.
Clearing my throat, I turned to face the wall to give Kate some privacy.
“I’m so sorry,” she was saying, over and over again.
“It’s fine.” I stared intently at the floral wallpaper as I tried to process what had just happened.
“You’re damn fucking right it’s fine,” Rafe growled.
I raised a brow, twisting to face him. “Oh, sorry. Was I supposed to walk in here and not even blink at the fact that my fiancée’s getting head from her stepbrother?”
Kate let out a small, mortified moan. Rafe cupped her face, stroking her cheeks soothingly. “It’s okay, Kit. Stop freaking out, okay? I’ll take care of this.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything to take care of.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I think we all know there’s no wedding happening today.”
“Like you’d want that to happen anyway.” Rafe let go of Kate, grabbed a fistful of papers from the table, and strode over to me. He slammed the papers into my chest, forcing me back a few inches. “You’re a hypocrite if you’re going to stand there and call Kate a cheater.”
My brows drew together in confusion. Confusion that quickly became horror as I looked through the documents he’d shoved at me. Not documents, photographs.
Bile filled my mouth as I sifted through image after image of me and Dom. All of them had been taken at the cabin. Us dancing on the patio. Cuddling on the bench. Even one shot through a window, of him pinning us to the wall, jerking us off.
My stomach churned at the knowledge that someone had spied on us. That they’d captured these intimate moments that were meant to beours.
A deadly fury rolled under my skin as I looked at Rafe. “How did you get these?”
There was no remorse in his glare. “I knew there was something between you and the squaddie as soon as I saw you at the party.”