The second Sky slammed the car door shut, the whole frame shuddered with the force.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Angel!” Xavier barked, choking on the sip of whiskey he’d just taken. “What the fuck?! Are you trying to break my goddamn door?!”

Sky didn’t even look at him. She sat stiff, hands clenched, jaw locked like she was chewing through a brick.

“Can you believe,” she started, voice low, trembling with rage, “I walked into my apartment and found Gloria riding Robert’s dick. On. My. Bed.”

Xavier froze, his glass halfway to his lips.

Then he choked.

“Wait, what?” He coughed, sputtered, then let out a sharp, shocked laugh. “On your...