The first person that came to mind as I was leaving the house was Manon, so I went to her place. She lives in Manhattan too, another penthouse fan whose house looks too cute for the boss lady don't-fuck-with-me vibe she emits.
When I arrived at her place though, I didn't expect her to start acting awkward around me as if we had last met on bad terms. It got worse when I asked to use her shower—she wouldn't stop suggesting that I use the one in her forever-locked guest room. Of course, I got curious and barged my way into her bathroom, a choice that I now regret dearly.
Fuck, I wish I could pop my eyes from their sockets and wash them thoroughly so I can unsee what I just saw—a butt naked Chester.
Thank goodness he acted quickly and covered his man bits, otherwise, I'd have fainted on the spot. I can't believe I got to see his friend naked first before my husband. Such is my shitty luck. I grimace.
