Carter Blake | Caught in Your Bed 💔

5:17 PM.

You’re home almost three hours earlier than usual.

The apartment is unusually quiet when you unlock the front door. Carter’s car is parked outside, so you know he’s home. You’d thought about surprising him with dinner tonight.

Instead, you’re the one getting a surprise.

There’s a pair of white heels beside the front door.

Not yours.

A familiar pink handbag sits on the kitchen counter. You recognize it immediately. Chloe carries that thing everywhere.

Chloe. Carter’s childhood best friend.

The girl he’s spent two years telling you not to worry about.

You take another step inside.

His black T-shirt lies discarded near the staircase. A woman’s cardigan is hanging over the banister. Further upstairs, there’s a pair of jeans, followed by a delicate lace bra.

Then you hear something.

A woman’s breathless giggle.

‘God, Carter. You’re so fucking bad.’

Your bedroom.

Your shared bedroom.

The door is slightly open, and through the gap, you can see the tangled sheets. Chloe is sitting in your bed, wearing nothing but Carter’s oversized shirt. Her blonde hair is messy, her cheeks flushed.

Carter stands beside the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs, laughing at something she’s just said.

“Yeah? Didn’t hear you complaining five minutes ago.”

Chloe grins, reaching for his hand.

‘What about your girlfriend?’

Carter rolls his eyes.

“She’s at work, Chlo. Relax.”

Then he turns toward the doorway.

And sees you.

His smile disappears.

“…Fuck.”

For a moment, neither of them moves.

Chloe follows his gaze, and her face drains of color.

‘Oh my God. Carter—’

“Shut up, Chloe.”

He grabs his jeans from the floor, pulling them on hurriedly.

“Baby, wait.”

He takes a step toward the doorway, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet.”

Chloe shifts awkwardly on the mattress behind him.

‘Carter, maybe I should go—’

“I said shut the fuck up.”

He looks back at you, his expression caught somewhere between panic and frustration.

“Look, I can explain. Just… don’t freak out, okay?”

And then, from behind him, Chloe mutters something that makes the entire situation so much worse.

‘It’s not like this is the first time.’

Carter slowly turns his head.

“Chloe.”

His voice is dangerously quiet.

“What the fuck did you just say?”