Betrayal on Christmas Eve

Summary

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On Christmas Eve, I found a pair of lace panties in the pocket of Caleb’s Armani suit. They weren’t mine.

I could hear him in the living room, on the phone, bragging to his buddies.

“Sloane’s body… my god, it’s unreal. Those curves could kill a man.”

“How do I describe it? She’s like a marble statue carved by Michelangelo himself, glowing under the California sun. Smooth, tight, with the perfect amount of bounce…”

But what did he tell me just moments before?

“Babe, it was from a game of