Chapter 4: Midnight Games

At first, Carter was very quiet.

The room was dark, just the hum of the A/C and the distant bark of a neighbor’s dog. I listened, waiting for any sign he was up to something.

But after a while, he started muttering to himself.

"So uncomfortable..."

"Ugh, this body is a pain."

Could he really be sick?

But then, I felt a damp touch on the back of my neck.

I froze. My heart thudded. Was he—

He—he was licking me?

Worse, there was a rustling behind me.

The sheets shifted, and I felt his breath warm against my skin.

Carter got bolder, biting my earlobe.

His teeth grazed my ear, sending a jolt down my spine. He didn’t even try to be subtle.

"Baby, you smell so good."

"When will I ever really get to enjoy you?"

"Every day like this isn’t enough."

Not enough!

I endured the electric tingling, squinting my eyes in the dark.

Sure enough, bullet comments were flooding in:

"Just curious, what does ‘enjoy to the fullest’ mean? Asking for a friend. 😂"

"That’s when the other guy is outside the door and the main guy starts banging the door extra loud, just to flex (wipes mouth)."

"Damn, I’m competing with you VIPs."

"All that heavy breathing—how does the main girl sleep through this?"

For the record, I couldn’t sleep.

Damn Carter.

Can you stop saying things like that!

Pervert.

I wanted to elbow him, but I was too flustered to move. The comments made it worse, echoing my embarrassment.

"What did the main guy say he liked about his wife?"

"He said he really wants to—well, you know!"

"Why all the censoring? I feel like I’m reading a censored fanfic."

Half an hour later, Carter finally got off the bed.

And the crumpled thing in his hand—

Was my nightdress.

It was a mess.

I stared at the ruined fabric, half furious, half mortified. Was this his idea of acting sick?