Andrew: "Meet me in the bathroom."

The message flashed on Aaliyah's phone's screen and she slammed her phone down on her leg before anyone else could see it. "Meet me in the bathroom," it had said. She glanced up, trying to look casual. Andrew was already gone! That presumptuous fucker! And with his fucking girlfriend sitting right next to her! Aaliyah had never understood why Andrew had been so casual about hiding their affair.

"What's wrong, Ali?" Lisa said. Her words were sweet and stupid, just like she was.

"Nothing," Aaliyah spat. She kept her phone pressed face-down against her thigh. It kept buzzing. It wouldn't stop fucking buzzing. Didn't he know how to leave well enough alone? "I gotta go to the bathroom," she said.

"Andrew just went," Teddy said. "There's another bathroom on the other side of the hall."

"Yeah," she said. She knew which bathroom he was talking about, but that didn't change her destination. Aaliyah went right for the bathroom with the door closed and the light peeking out from under it. She snuck into the door before anyone from the kitchen could see her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she hissed.

To her surprise, Andrew was seated on the side of the tub with his shorts around his ankles and his dick in his hand. Aaliyah could see what was on his phone: a picture of Lisa with her ass in the air and a hairbrush in her asshole.

"What the fuck?" she said.

"Suck it," he said, letting go of his dick. He didn't turn his phone off. In fact he swiped to the next picture in his gallery, a shot of Lisa with his cock resting on her face.