CHAPTER 80: FURIOUS JULIA

Julia decided to check on Natasha as well because she felt something was off.

There was no reason for her to disappear for a whole fifteen minutes just because she wet herself a little from cumming.

As Julia makes her way towards the guest room, she stops as she sees a familiar face approaching. Adam.

Adam smiles as he stands before Julia.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, frowning. She noticed that Adam was coming right from the direction of the guest room.

"Well, I was just checking up on your friend. She doesn’t seem to be doing very well right now," Adam says with a smirk.

Seeing that same cocky smirk on his face pisses Julia off. She steps forward and immediately grabs him by his collar and pulls him in angrily.

"Stop messing with me. Do you think I don’t know what you are doing? Trying to get me all riled up by messing with people close to me. First my sister, and now my friend. Stop this before you push me too far to the point of no return," she threatens.

Adam takes in her threat, looking into her eyes seriously before smiling again. He chuckles.

"You are suddenly reminding me of that kiss we had with us being this close. What do you say, want a taste of me again? I know you are desperate. Just ask and you will get it," Adam says.

Julia grits her teeth in frustration, seeing how Adam doesn’t seem to take her seriously at all, but his words do impact her a little, as her eyes can’t help but drift toward his lips.

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She recalls that night when Adam planted those soft lips on hers and made her almost lose it.

She once again almost gives in to temptation. But Adam’s cheap tricks won’t succeed on her.

"Hmph! In your dreams!" She says and pushes Adam away. Adam just smiles, fixes his collar, and walks past her.

"I hope you have a good night," He says before leaving. Julia watches Adam walk away with a frown before continuing her way towards the guest room.

Julia enters the guest room and immediately sees the door of the washroom open and Brooklyn walk out as she supports Natasha out as well.

Julia’s sharp eyes immediately notice the new layer of makeup on Natasha’s face and some wet patches on her dress. Brooklyn clearly tried washing something off of Natasha’s dress.

But the biggest clue that something happened here was Natasha herself. She had this big, goofy, blissful smile on her face, and her legs seemed extremely wobbly, forcing Brooklyn to put in extra effort to support Natasha up.

Julia can recognize that face anywhere. It’s the same face that slutty girl was making when Adam was having his way with her, plus the wobbly legs, and Adam leaving from here was a dead giveaway. Adam fucked Natasha, and seeing that stupid, whorish look on Natasha’s face made Julia feel even worse.

"Ah, Julia, my bestest friend~ I love you so much~ Thank you for marrying your husband~ hehehe," Natasha says. She is clearly drunk with pleasure.

Julia frowns while Brooklyn just smiles awkwardly, hearing Natasha’s words. She can’t believe the state Adam put Natasha in just fifteen minutes.

"I should take her home. She is clearly not feeling well," Brooklyn says.

"You should do that~," Julia says, smiling. But her words feel very chilly.

Brooklyn smiles awkwardly and drags Natasha out. She is not stupid enough not to notice the pissed-off look on Julia’s face, and she could guess that Julia might have already figured out what happened with Natasha.

But Brooklyn won’t say it out loud if Julia doesn’t speak about it either.

Brooklyn bids the rest of the ladies farewell, who also see Natasha looking way more tipsy than she was when leaving for the washroom. They all wondered what happened, but since there was no explanation from Brooklyn, they could only guess.

Julia returns as well and calls an end to this get-together, the rest of the ladies also bid their farewell and leave.

Tonight was an interesting night for all of them, and they all had a lot to gossip about, and they would do it behind Julia’s back.

Julia knows it, and they know it, but they all will keep their mouth shut around each other because that’s how they keep their friendship alive.

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Brooklyn drives Natasha back to her house.

It’s a modern mansion situation in a posh locality, east of the city.

"We are here," Brooklyn says, looking at Natasha, who seems to have recovered her senses a little, but her body still has a long way to go.

Brooklyn looks down at Natasha’s legs and sees them still trembling; they have been like this the entire ride here.

"Looks like your husband’s home. Are you going to be okay?" Brooklyn asks.

"I am going to be fine. Just help me back to my bedroom. Tell him I got a little too drunk," Natasha says.

"I can’t believe your legs still haven’t recovered," Brooklyn says. "Well, you wouldn’t be doing any better, either. That kid is a blessing and a curse to the women kind. He completely spoiled other men for me," Natasha says and chuckles.

"Is he really that good? I did see what happened, but only the last few seconds," Brooklyn says.

"The best~," Natasha says, exhaling a satisfied sigh.

"Now I am jealous seeing you like this," Brooklyn says. She, too, wants to feel what Natasha felt like, as her life is no different from hers.

"Hehe, don’t pretend you aren’t already planning to get it as well~" Natasha says giggling.

"Maybe next time we should go together. I don’t think I can handle him alone," Natasha suggests. Brooklyn doesn’t answer. She just opens the car door, gets out, and then helps Natasha out as well before helping her into her house.

As the ladies enter the house, Natasha’s husband confronts them.

A man in his late thirties, but he looks much older with his wrinkly skin and some grey hairs. This is quite common with people who spend most of their time working.

"What happened to her?" He asks, seeing Natasha being supported by Brooklyn. "Nothing. She drank a little too much." Brooklyn says, while Natasha pretends to be completely out of it. Swaying around like a drunk person.

"Give her to me, I will take her upstairs," Her husband says. "No need, it’s okay. You must be tired from work. You shouldn’t deal with her drunk ass right now. I told her not to drink so much, but she didn’t listen," Brooklyn says.

Natasha’s husband stares at his drunk wife before walking away. He doesn’t seem to care at all.

Seeing him leave, Brooklyn sighs. The reason she refused to hand over Natasha was because she still smells of sex.

Brooklyn helps her upstairs and to her bedroom. Now inside, Natasha stops acting drunk, but her legs are still wobbly. Brooklyn helps her into the bathroom and helps her take a quick shower before bidding farewell.

’I hope my husband’s home,’ Brooklyn thinks, because she is also very turned on after everything that transpired tonight. The image of Adam roughing Natasha up and pumping her insides with his cum is still fresh in her mind.

She takes out her phone and calls her husband to see if he is home, only to be ignored. She then gets a message from him, saying that he is in a meeting, which Brooklyn doesn’t buy at all.

’He is probably fucking some girl from his work,’ Brooklyn thinks and heads down. She sees Natasha’s husband watching TV and decides to approach him. If her husband is not going to be there for her, Natasha’s husband will do for now.

And it’s not like this is her first time opening her legs for Natasha’s husband. They have done it many times behind Natasha’s back. What they don’t know is that Natasha knows about them, but she just doesn’t give a fuck because if her husband cheats, then she can also go around spreading her legs for other men.

She doesn’t love her husband anyway, so she doesn’t care who he sleeps with. Even if it is one of her best friends.

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Back to Adam.

He is feeling great about how things turned out. The look on Julia’s face was something that he would cherish. He was so tempted to kiss her right then and there when her lips were just inches away from his.

Those fierce eyes of hers made Adam burn with passion. He wanted to turn those fierce eyes into those of depravity as they reflect his image.

Suddenly, to his surprise, Julia comes bursting in, her strides full of anger.

"You bastard!" she yells and tries to slap Adam, but Adam sees her hand coming from a mile away and easily stops it right before it makes contact with his face.

Julia gets frustrated seeing Adam stop her. She tries to yank her hand away, but Adam’s grip is firm.

She winces in pain as she isn’t able to free herself from his grip. "Let go of my hand. It’s hurting," she says, gritting her teeth.

Adam smirks. "Did you think you could barge in and try to him me and I would just let you do it?" Adam asks. Julia just glares angrily.

"Now, now, don’t look at me like that. I want to at least know the reason for this seething look of hatred in your eyes," Adam says, bringing his face in a little closer, staring into her eyes.