125-Breakeven Part 1

Bella’s POV

“Thank you,” I tell the clerk as I take my groceries bags.

I start walking back to the apartment, rolling my eyes at the bodyguards acting all normal.

I pull out my phone and text Stone. He hasn’t responded in a week, but Slate and Joshua are talking to me and him. I know he is alive. This is all I know.

I take the elevator to my amazing apartment. Two master bedrooms separated by a vast living space and kitchen. The view from my room is Central Park. Ryan and Jack have a city view. I may have the smaller room, but I love the view.

I unlock the door and close it again. I open the door and this time, I clear my throat.

Jack is behind Ryan whose pants are at his ankles and he is bent over a chair. Jack is pumping like there is no tomorrow.

“Shit! Sorry, Bella,” Ryan moans, but they don’t stop.

“Guys, your bedroom is 30 feet away,” I say, walking past them to the kitchen.

“Almost there,” Jack throws his head back and moans loudly.

“Sorry, Bella,” Ryan says again, breathing d