Chapter 4
Lana
I slept in longer than usual this morning. I told myself I deserved it after the week I’d had, and so I stayed in bed, reading three chapters of the book I was currently absorbed in, and let myself drift in between the lines before forcing myself to get up and face the day.
I didn’t have a strict plan for the morning, but I liked Saturdays.
They always gave me an excuse to get out of the house, even if it was just for a walk or a stop at the library.
I stepped into the shower, and by the time I was dressed and ready, I felt a little more prepared to face whatever was waiting for me behind my bedroom door.
It should’ve never been an obstacle to overcome, leaving my bedroom, but since this house was always filled with people, I never really felt like opening the door without bracing myself first.
This morning, though, I wasn’t met with anyone running around naked in the hallway, or loud noises coming from whatever room had turned into an orgy-fest.
The house was quiet. I was skeptical at first, narrowing my eyes at the lack of people around me, but then I decided not to question it.
Heading downstairs, I hoped my cereal and milk were still there.
My stomach grumbled despite the slices of pizza I had eaten late last night.
I moved quietly through the house, trying to ignore the smells that always seemed to linger, no matter how often Callan’s housemaids cleaned.
I made my way to the kitchen, expecting to be alone there too, but I was wrong.
Sitting on the counter was Karlee, completely naked, with Callan standing between her legs. They were in the middle of having sex, right there on the counter where I had planned to eat my breakfast.
“Gross,” I muttered, scrunching my nose as I paused, unsure of what to do.
Leaving was an option, but I didn’t want to spend money eating out.
I could’ve reached into Callan’s cock-shaped mug and grabbed some bills, or I could’ve stayed and ignored what was happening, just eating my cereal, and get on with my morning.
It wasn’t like this was an unusual view, so I chose the latter.
My stomach growled again, reminding me that I needed food, and I was still determined to stick to the plan I had set for myself.
I moved slowly, keeping my distance, and made my way to the cupboards where I grabbed a bowl and the cereal.
The spoon and almond milk were next, and once I was seated at the table, I forced myself to focus on my breakfast and block out everything else around me.
It was hard.
Karlee’s moans were obnoxiously loud, and they sounded completely fake. There was no way she was actually making those noises naturally. They were exaggerated, and she sounded exactly like any pornstar would do to make a scene seem more exciting.
I never watched porn, but I wasn’t oblivious to Callan’s world.
I made the mistake of looking up when she let out the loudest, most dramatic cry, and my eyes met Callan’s. He wasn’t even moving. No thrusting, no touching her. Nothing. It was obvious she was putting on a show, and he was letting her do it for whatever reason.
I raised a brow at him, spoon frozen halfway to my mouth, silently challenging him to do something. Anything. This whole scene was amusing, and it was just too ridiculous to take seriously.
He kept his eyes on me as he pulled away from Karlee. He wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her off the counter, and just when I thought I could finally be done with this, he leaned in and said to her, “Suck my dick, baby.”
Oh, good lord.
I rolled my eyes and took another bite, refusing to get up and leave. At least from behind the counter, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.
What I could see, though, was him. His eyes stayed locked on me. His expression shifted from annoyance to pleasure as Karlee followed his command, doing what she had to do to stay relevant in his world.
My brows stayed arched, still challenging him, because I couldn’t stop myself.
I wanted him to see that I wouldn’t let his way of living affect me, and since he had made it clear that I officially lived here now, I had every right to be in the kitchen. Whether he thought it was respectful or appropriate to get a blowjob in front of me was entirely his choice.
If I were him, I’d feel ashamed. I’d feel bad.
But that wasn’t Callan. He had never shown any kind of remorse, and I doubted he ever would.
He looked down and pushed his hand into Karlee’s hair.
I could only see the top of her head moving back and forth, but it was enough for my mind to fill in the rest. The sight was ridiculous and uncomfortable all at once, yet I couldn’t look away.
Who needed to watch porn when you had it happening right in front of you? Lucky me.
His hips moved faster, thrusting with more force, but his expression didn’t match the motion.
He looked…annoyed. Was Karlee not doing it right?
Or had he already gone through too many blowjobs since yesterday, leaving him frustrated and unsatisfied?
I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t want to know, but the way he shifted and tensed made it obvious that nothing was hitting the right mark.
Then he looked at me again. His face softened slightly, almost as if he was waiting for a reaction, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
No.
Oh God, no.
Was he using me to help himself get off?
I shook my head, trying to block the thought, but it lingered because it was impossible to ignore.
That would be…wrong. Very, very wrong. My stomach churned at the idea, and I forced myself to focus on the cereal in front of me again.
I gripped the spoon tighter and tried to convince myself to stay put and just eat.
But as hard as I tried, it didn’t work.
My thoughts kept circling back to the idea that Callan needed to look at me to get off, and in the most twisted way, I felt a small, guilty sense of pride building inside me.
I wouldn’t deny that I wasn’t attractive.
I had that innocent, girl-next-door look that made some guys flirt without thinking, but I wasn’t Callan’s type.
Karlee was his type. My mother was his type.
Not me.
I was too ordinary. I didn’t have sex, I didn’t chase orgasms, and I didn’t shape my life around giving or receiving pleasure. I was focused on my own path and goals, which made me invisible in ways that left me feeling both safe and powerless at the same time.
I swallowed hard and looked up again. My eyes met his without hesitation. He didn’t look away. The intensity of it made my stomach tighten even more, but I refused to flinch or look down. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable, not this time.
But my plan backfired. The longer I stared at him, the louder his moans became, and after a few more bobs of Karlee’s head, he reached his climax.
“Goddamn,” he growled, his voice low and rough, and he gripped Karlee’s hair with both hands while his eyes stayed fixed on me. “That’s it, baby. Fucking beautiful.”
My heart betrayed me by racing. My whole body went hot. My face flushed so hard I didn’t need a mirror to know it was bright red. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck and into my cheeks, and I hated it.
I tried to slow my breathing. I told myself to look calm, to act as if none of it affected me, but my hand tightened around the spoon until my knuckles went pale.
Anger came first, then embarrassment slid in under it.
Part of me wanted to stand up and walk out.
Part of me wanted to stay and prove I could ignore him.
So I stayed and forced a neutral expression onto my face, focusing on the cereal bowl in front of me as if it were the only thing that mattered.
My pulse still hammered in my throat, and my skin still burned.
This is the worst.
How is this even happening?
To be fair, it was still my choice to sit here and let it all happen in front of me, but how could I be the one to blame when Callan was literally getting his dick sucked in the kitchen?
“Mmm, your cum always tastes so good,” Karlee said in that high-pitched, fake, and almost childish tone.
Goosebumps spread across my skin. Now, it wasn’t my stubbornness that was preventing me from walking away.
It was the shock and disgust that froze me in place.
At the same time, that small, guilty spark flickered inside me.
An ugly little rush that came from knowing he had needed to look at me to finish.
“Oh, you’re here.”
My eyes snapped to Karlee as she pushed herself up from her knees and wiped her lips with her thumb, looking bored like my presence wasn’t appreciated. I said nothing. I managed to continue eating while they stood there naked.
“Anyway, that was fun. I can come by later. We still have that one scene to film.” Karlee said, sounding casual. Callan didn’t look impressed.
“No, not today.”
“But you said—”
“Doesn’t matter what I said, Karlee. We’ll continue filming on Monday.” His voice was flat.
“Why?” she pushed.
“Because I said so. Now leave.”
I watched her weigh whether to push it and saw that she knew when to back down. Not that she was clever in general, but in that moment, she was aware enough to pick her battles. Callan looked pissed, and if he talked to me like that, I would have left without thinking.
“Okay, fine. I’ll call you,” she said with a bright smile, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw.
He pulled back before her lips touched him and said, “Don’t,” then waited until she walked out of the kitchen.
When she disappeared, I finally let myself breathe. “Gee, is she always this obnoxious?” I asked, voice low.
Callan opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He shrugged one shoulder and said, “Yeah, but she gives good head, so…”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Where do you usually go grocery shopping?” he asked.
His question threw me off. “Why?”
“Because I want to send someone to fill the fridge with food you like, since I seem to always eat the few things you buy for yourself.”
That made me laugh out loud. “You want to send someone to fill the fridge? I can go to the store myself, Callan. I’m capable of doing groceries.”
“Never doubted that,” he muttered.
He leaned against the counter, not bothered by the lack of boxers covering his most important body part.
I wasn’t really bothered either because, well, it wasn’t unusual for him to walk around here naked.
Still, I’d rather not have a large penis dangling between his thighs while I tried to enjoy my breakfast.
Although…I had just witnessed worse.
“You don’t have to send anyone, and you don’t have to pay for it,” I said.
He gave a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh. “I’m not asking permission. I asked where you go. I’ll have Francine handle it. She’ll pick up what you want.”
Francine, the housekeeper. No, I wasn’t letting his housekeeper go out and shop for groceries when I could do it myself.
“What do you want?” he urged, his brows raised.
“Callan, I don’t want Francine to go to the store for me, and I don’t want you to pay for it either. I got it. Just leave it alone.”
“I won’t leave it alone. You ate a single sandwich last night, and I know for sure that this bowl of cereal will be the only thing you’ll eat today. You need food, so I’m going to fill the fridge.”
“Why?” It shot out of me without a warning, and I couldn’t hold back my anger either. “Why do you suddenly care so much? I’ve been here for over a year, and you never even cared to look at me. Why now?”
His jaw tightened, and for a moment it looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He just pushed away from the counter, shook his head, and muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch.
I threw my hands up, frustrated by the way he always acted like this. “Don’t answer then,” I snapped, my voice snappier than I intended.
He turned on me instantly, his glare sharp. “Fine. If you’re not letting me send Francine, then we’re going to the store together. Finish your breakfast and then come outside.”
I froze, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth. He didn’t give me a chance to process what he had just said, and I sat there, mouth slightly open, mind spinning, trying to figure out if I had heard him correctly. My stomach twisted again, but this time with a mix of excitement and disbelief.
This was…unexpected.