“Who is Mabel?” Zoey repeated, her eyes locked on mine, searching for answers.

“That's none of your business, Zoey,” I bit out, dismissing the question with a wave of my hand.

“It became my business after you began to moan her name with your fucking cock in my mouth, Steve!” she yelled, lunging to her feet.

“Don't you dare raise your voice at me!” I warned her. I snapped my fingers, a hard, sharp command, gesturing for her to come back to my lap.

My own stupidity was ...