Illicit Obsession. Part 5

Chrissy's POV

As soon as I reach the top floor, I know I’m right: Brad is definitely fucking the sex doll right now. I can hear his baritone voice grunting and panting quietly from down the hall. Heart racing, I tiptoe along the thick carpet and I realize the sounds aren’t coming from his home office today. Instead, they’re coming from what I assume must be Brad’s bedroom. And this time, it doesn’t sound like he’s trying to be quiet.

Perhaps Elissa is right, and he does actually care what I think. It’s a crazy hypothesis, but it would explain the difference between yesterday and today. Last night he knew I was home, so he was being quiet. Now, I’ve come home from work a little earlier than usual, a result of a rare moment of generosity from Greg, who let me go home early because the store was dead. And because Brad isn’t expecting me yet, he’s allowing himself to be a little louder. Can that really be true?

I tiptoe down the hallway until I’m stand