She took a break, and popped his c.o.c.k out of her mouth. "I've picked up a few tricks here and there," she replied with a giggle.

"Yeah, you have. Don't stop. Please keep going," he said, forcing his c.o.c.k deeper into her mouth.

Stephen watched somewhat transfixed as Abby bobbed on Ram's c.o.c.k. Her mouth suctioned the tip like a professional, while one dainty hand worked the shaft in tandem. By the way Ram's eyes were closed, and coupled with his heavy breathing, he was highly enjoying it.

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How could it have come to this? Is this why Abby rejected him? She was already f.u.c.king Ram? It all makes sense now, Stephen thought to himself. It was why she knew about his party and so casually invited him. It was why she rejected him like she did. But why of all people did it have to be Ram Doyle? Couldn't she see he was an a.s.shole? Didn't she know what a bully he was to all sorts of people? Most importantly, did she even care?

It made him question her judgment, and the type of person she really was. He had built her up in his mind as some kind of perfect mate, almost close to an angel in his mind. Now, in the face of harsh reality, he was reminded that she was just a human, and an extremely flawed one at that. Especially if she thought Ram Doyle was worthy to hook up with.

Not wanting to watch any more of the display in front of him, Stephen slowly backed up, and carefully retraced his steps towards the main stockroom. He left out of the back exit, returning to his aisle where Miguel was still working.

"Welcome back," greeted Miguel.

"Thanks," replied Stephen, sarcastically.

Only about a minute or two after he got back from work, they heard an announcement over the PA system.

"Stock, we need shopping carts, please."

He and Miguel looked at each other, to figure out whose turn it was.

"Sorry, bud, but it's your turn. I had to go out right when you left for break earlier," said Miguel, giving a cheeky grin.

"Alright. I guess I could use some fresh air anyway," replied Stephen, still trying to shake the scene from the stockroom out of his head.