Scorned Vixen Bites Back

At one in the morning, the front door finally opened.

Dylan bounced in like an excited puppy, with Marcus trailing behind him.

They flipped on the lights and seemed surprised that I wasn't waiting for them in the living room.

Dylan didn’t care if I was asleep or not. He yelled toward the bedroom, “Do my laundry! I left it on the sofa!”

Then he started reliving the night. “Dad, Ivy is so hot! You have to take me with you again, I fucking love her!”

Marcus chuckled. “Of course. You’ve got good taste. She’s officially the sexiest woman in Hollywood right now.”

He noticed the streamers in the trash and paused for a second before pulling out his phone and wiring a hundred thousand dollars to my account.

As the money hit my account, I was watching them on the hidden security camera I’d hastily installed in a wall lamp.

Marcus loosened his tie, thirsty, but his glass was empty. He opened the fridge to find not a single bottle of water, not a single piece of fruit.

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