A/N: This is something I wrote a long time ago. Just something to get me started again. Thank you for reading!
Miroku crashed through his hotel door, greedily gulping in air. Checking the time on his wrist, it wrote 8:55 p.m. on the dot.
"Shit!" He cursed, throwing his work computer on the table next to the door and high tailing it to his bedroom. He did not want to miss his Skype date, and neither did his buddies.
Five minutes later, Miroku sank into his comfy rolling chair and turned to his computer screen. The conversation was already pulled up, now all he had to do was wait for Nadia.
After a minute, Miroku shrugged out of his shirt and frowned.
'This is weird, she's usually the one on time.'
He decided to wait another minute before getting up to make some noodles. It was getting pretty late and he still hadn't had dinner yet.
Miroku left the computer and decided to make something quick and easy. He poured the ramen noodles into a pot of water and stirred.
A few more minutes passed before he heard noise coming from his computer.
'Finally!'
Not a minute later, he heard Nadia moaning. Miroku smirked, just as eager to get started as she was.
He hurried to finish cooking the noodles with excitement.
"Looks like someone's getting started without me," Miroku commented, as he rounded the corner to the bedroom area.
He usually expected to see Nadia sprawled out on the bed, fingering herself or using a vibrator.
But that is not what greeted him. Oh, no.
His screen gave him the lovely scene of Nadia giving head to another man.
Miroku's grip slipped on his bowl of noodles in disbelief. The hot noodles hit his chest and he shouted, jumping away from them.
"Fuck!" He growled, staring down at the noodles.
Nadia pulled away from the man's cock and grinned into the webcam.
"Did you really not expect me to find out what you were doing?! I can't believe you would sell our 'us' time, you stupid asshole! Have fun selling this shit!"
Miroku groaned and turned the monitor off.
'Fuck me. At least, I made some good cash.'