Chapter 29
When Zebulon saw her name on the screen, a look of panic flashed across his
face. He fumbled with the phone, trying to decline the call, but perhaps fearing it would make her suspicious, he finally answered, frantically motioning for Rebecca to get off the bed.
When the video connected, Penelope saw Rebecca crawling on the floor like a frightened mouse, trying to stay out of the camera’s view.
“Hey, honey. Mmm, I just woke up,” Zebulon said, his voice groggy. He was shirtless, which made sense if he’d just been sleeping, but the faint smear of lipstick at the corner of his mouth was a dead giveaway.
“Is someone else in the room with you?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
His gaze flickered. “What are you talking about? Of course not p>
“Hmmph. I don’t know. Something just seems off p>
“What seems off p>
“I can’t put my finger on it. You just have the look of someone who’s been up to no good p>
Zebulon forced a laugh. “Do you really have so little trust in me p>
“Flip the camera around and give me a tour of the room. I want to check p>
“Penelope, don’t be ridiculous p>
“Are you hiding something p>
With a put-upon sigh, he said, “Fine. I’ll let you inspect p>
He sat up, but out of the camera’s view, he waved desperately at Rebecca. After a moment’s hesitation, she began to crawl, staying low to avoid being seen. From Penelope’s angle, she could see Rebecca’s naked body moving across the floor like a dog.
“Show me the left side of the bed p>
At her command, Rebecca scrambled to the front of the bed without needing a signal from Zebulon.
“Now the front p>
So she crawled to the right side of the bed.
“The right side p>
Before she could catch her breath, Rebecca scurried toward the bathroom.
“I want to see the bathroom p>
Defeated, Rebecca crawled back to the left side of the bed.
Penelope watched with grim satisfaction as Rebecca, naked and disheveled, crawled in circles, panting with exertion. Finally, she felt a small measure of relief.
“There. Are you satisfied? You don’t suspect me anymore?” Zebulon asked with a sigh.
Penelope frowned theatrically. “I don’t know. My gut is still telling me there’s a woman in that room p>
“There isn’t! I swear! Look, I have to go meet a client for dinner. I’ll talk to you later p>
With that, he quickly ended the call and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Rebecca finally dared to stand, but her legs cramped from crawling on her knees for so long, and she cried out in pain. Zebulon helped her back onto the bed, but the mood for intimacy was clearly gone.
They slept in that bed together that night. The next morning, Rebecca began decorating it with rose petals.
So, that was her plan? She was
going to make Penelope sleep in this
bed tonight? The same bed whet
she and Zebulon had slept, where
they had made love? Without even changing the sheets?
Another wave of nausea washed over Penelope. She clenched her fists, her
anger boiling over.
Just then, Zebulon entered the
room. He saw the rose-covered bed
and nodded in satisfaction,
apparently praising Rebecca for her work. Rebecca pouted and leaned into his embrace. A guilty look crossed Zebulon’s face, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head Not satisfied, Rebecca stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips, and the two were soon lost in another embrace.
During their entanglement, Rebecca perched on the edge of a desk, slipped off her red underwear, and stuffed it into the pocket of Zebulon’s jacket.
Her methods for disgusting her were truly endless.
Zebulon left a short while later. Rebecca circled the rose-strewn bed several times, the smile gone from her face, replaced by a look of pure jealousy and hatred.
Just then, Penelope’s phone rang. It was Zebulon.
“Honey, guess where I am?” he asked, his voice full of playful mystery.
Penelope decided to play along. “I have no idea p>
“I’m on Solara Isle p>