A new screen pops up, and my lips slowly fall. A raspy feminine voice blares through my speakers, “Yes, yes, right there! God, yes. Holy…!” Even in the darkened room, I can distinguish limbs. The girl’s tanned legs are split apart by the edge of the bed, her back curved upward. She clenches Ryke’s hair, his head between her thighs as he kneels on the ground, his body hidden by the bed frame. He didn’t mean to call me. It was a mistake.
BRO. RYKE, ARE YOU JOKING ME RIGHT NOW.
